Last night I lit candles on my little home altar with the Kuan Yin porcelain statue named “Soothing the Ills of the World.” Truthfully, I was a bit depressed. It’s been only a week today since I found out that breast cancer has returned, this time to my lungs. I’ll feel better when I can see the CT scan itself. Measurements of the largest masses and the information that there are “numerous” masses, doesn’t really tell me what I want to know, need to know. I have trouble with the unknown, I think that’s common to many people.
I had my time being religious, 32 years of it to be exact, but after finding out that child and spouse abuse was rampant in “my” church, I had to step away. Knowing that the lay clergy protected the perps in a good ole boy way turned my stomach. I wondered what it might feel like to a grown woman whose abuser was still a leader in the church that professed to love and support her. Finally, I came face to face with the abuser of a woman I knew, in what was preported to be a very holy place and that ended it for me.
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