June 15, 2011

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  TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

  I have no idea if it’s good news or not but the rocks I feel I am  walking on seem to be much larger today.    Again, I spent the day off my feet as much as possible.  It’s probably a good thing since I had such an awful time sleeping.  Not that I did any better with any of my naps that I attempted but I did try to relax, at least.

  Tomorrow is Week #3 of the Beast’s *treatments*.  When he realized that today was Wednesday and that meant he needed to be at the hospital at 8am tomorrow morning, a lot of bounce went out of his step.  I suppose the worst of all this is that it isn’t going to prevent the growth of new tumors in the bladder, they just hope to postpone them for a while.  A friend said her husband received the same chemo and still had to have new growths surgically removed every six months.    Does that mean without these, he would need it more often?

  I discovered the Beast has acquired some religious literature (and a Bible) from one of our neighbors.  I found him reading it and I just rolled my eyes.  Bratfink thinks he is just thinking about the afterlife suddenly since he has been forced to confront his own mortality.  I suppose that could be so.  It’s just the literature is from a religious group we were once involved with and left for many varied reasons, including the fact that their doctrine became much too much like living under a cult leadership without totally withdrawing from the world at large.  I want nothing to do with it but I think it left far deeper marks on him than I had believed.  If it gives him some comfort, I suppose I can ignore it as long as he doesn’t try to draw me into that crap once more.  He swore for many years that he no longer believed in God.  I told him that a bad experience didn’t make me believe less in God.  I just was wary of organized religions because they all seem to draw you away from family and friends that don’t believe as they do.  I have always believed in a God of love that has room in his arms for us all, regardless of race.  The Beast said if there was life on other planets, it would prove to him there was no God.  I was astonished and said it would make me believe more firmly in God because why should there be so many *wasted* planets?  He rolled his eyes at me and said it would mean that man (meaning us here) was not *special*.  I told him every single life is special, regardless of it’s possible form.  We were made for our planet.  Others could be very different from us but be suited for THEIR planet, couldn’t they?  He just told me I was nuts.  I don’t think so.  But that’s how different we can be, even here on this planet.

  We finally got some rain.  Not really hard rain (at least, not yet) but it does mean I need to get this posted because we could lose the internet at any point while it’s here.  Love you all and I hope you have a wonderful Thursday.  Think of the Beast and cross your fingers that he has a better time afterward than he did last week.  
  

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