It feels wonderful — Full breaths in through my nose and out. Monday, the doctor pulled out a four-inch-long scab from inside my right nostril. The thing looked like an evil “Alien” movie baby. So good.
This last Sunday, David and I went to our new church’s 4th of July party. I played volleyball. We both ate like pigs. It was really a good time. I mowed down so much watermelon because I could not remember when I last ate it. It is called “Church of the Crossroads” in Honolulu. I actually take notes from a pastor from the first time since Bethel Church in Redding, CA.
Bad news: David and I are broke. We asked his family to help us (as they are all wealthier than anything I know on my side of the family). They said they would help but have refused to text us or call David back in three weeks.
Who came through?
My brother Nathan. Instantly. And when I asked him not to “ghost” me after this, he said, “Why the **** would I do that? You are family.”
For a second the doubt in my heads that I raised him terribly were overcome by maybe he figured something more important out in life. As he grew up in Yuba City where we had the community of Mexicans, Blacks, Whites and Punjabi all give food, supplies, and support when we each needed help. (After Merry died, the Punjabi cooked food for us for a month. And they helped clean our house daily as none of us were functioning.)
Anyway. Mahalo and kudos.
(If you want to see the evil “Alien” movie scab that the Doctor pulled out of my nose, text me.)