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Either I'm Dreaming or The Gods Brought Me a Miracle


 

Today I am thankful that my liver tumor is gone. 

It is completely gone. 

Weird, eh? 

I'm not sure I believe it. 

So....I received my medical records from the radiologist today and did a little end run around my doctor. 

I'm glad I did. 

*****

I had an ultrasound in January and they found a huge tumor that they thought was cancerous.  

They sent me in for a MRI in March and found the same tumor but they could not rule out cancer. 

They did blood tests.  The blood tests may be why my doctor determined that I did not have cancer.  They ordered an ultrasound for the next month. 

Then Covid hit.  I put off the ultrasound until a few days ago....because....why not? 

I don't like going places now because mask Nazis are creepy and I fear getting hit by a creep more than I fear cancer. 

Last month, I had a dream of a Djinn telling me that I had a gallstone and to drink some dirt tasting tea that I bought off of Amazon. 

I only drank two cups. 

Maybe that did the trick?  That could explain the searing pain I felt a couple of weeks ago.  Maybe a gallstone passed then. 

I've also been drinking my step-daddy's Essiac Tea recipe.  

It is claimed that it cures cancer. 

I also have a fondness for Soursop (Graviola) tea.  

It allegedly prevents cancer. 

I never expected this.  

I've had liver pain my entire life.  I expected them to tell me that the tumor was a congenital liver defect.  My mom drank heavily through her pregnancy.  I was born eight weeks early.  After her murder, the autopsy showed advanced cirrhosis. 

Tonight, at 1700, I received a link to my medical records.  The last test shows my liver to be completely normal (no tumor, no fatty liver disease, no cirrhosis). 

Wow.....someone must've been praying for me.  

*****
I'm embarrassed to say that I never thought to pray about the liver issue. 

I've prayed for a five year old girl in a freak accident. 

I've prayed for a battered woman and her children. 

I've prayed that an abusive asshat would stop choking my eldest daughter and that I have the self-control not to use him for target practice. 

I've prayed for an old boyfriend to find what he wants and needs most in the world if it is for his highest good.  

I never thought to pray about my tumor. 

One some stupid level, I figured that I was far too obnoxious to die. 

Don't they say that 'only the good die young?' 

I'm typically up to no good. 

*****

Wanna hear the truth? 

I really miss ginger flavored vodka.  

Yum. 

On second thought, now that I think about it, I'd better not tempt fate. 


Love ya, 

S. 





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