Coming up tomorrow. With an enema a couple of hours before, it’s easy. Just gentle laxatives before hand but they hardly seem necessary. Much better than all the horrible stuff I had to drink a few years ago.
I’m back on the probe after just three years this time (it was to be this time in 2020 but Covid intervened) because some pre-cancer polyps were found in 2018. Figures. I’m getting older and I have the genetic inheritance. Genes: G-d’s playdoh.
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Sending distance Reiki to my Mississippi friend, not in hopes of actually healing her cancer but to relax her and reduce her pain in the aftermath of chemo and surgery which her daughter talked her into. Daughter says she has “a great outlook” but my friend writes that she’s wearing an ileostomy bag that feels like “a rattlesnake strapped to my waist.”
It’s understandable that children want mothers to live if at all possible, but Stage 4 that has metastasized seems beyond possibility. And treatment is only giving her mother unnecessary pain and humiliation.
Finally got a confirmation of the visual I experienced while meditating and sending distance Reiki a few weeks ago, an ambulance in the driveway of a dear friend in Mississippi. I didn’t want to disturb her by asking about it but now I don’t have to as she wrote me that she has stage 4 cancer and not much longer to live in the physical.
For five years now, I’ve been downloading (mainly in Kindle form) books about the Afterlife (really, our real lives). I began as a skeptic, became a believer, and now, as a budding Reiki student/practitioner, I simply and profoundly know.
Six years ago this fall, Mrs. Charm, my wife of twenty-five years, transitioned after about a year of fighting cancer. Finally, via lawyer Roberta Grimes, I have found a database of more than three thousand Afterlife books. I can’t wait to search it. I’ll share the link now.
Via Afterlife data
The various A- and B-list celebrities are falling over themselves shitting on Rush Limbaugh, dead at 70 of lung cancer. Me, I was only a sometime listener, but I had a favorite of his various expressions: the Drive-by Media. So true. As a recovering journalist, I don’t know how many pieces I wrote that I knew nothing about. Drive-by, indeed.
Hospice volunteer training is pretty redundant, excessively bureaucratic, and unnecessarily long. Six hours so far on two nights. Six hours on Saturday tomorrow alone. Rinse. Repeat next week.
Includes a TB test and a Hep B vaccine. Then a long hiatus while they do our criminal background checks, to see if we have any criminals in our backgrounds. Or are one. A month or two.
Bottom line could be easily found if not for all the cooks spoiling the broth. How’s that for mixing metaphors? I’ve taken away two things: We don’t have to say much of anything to the patient or family.
Just showing up, being present, helping out, is enough. And listening. You can’t say much of anything when you’re listening.