Some Data Points

So, nothing definitive yet, but I definitely have some interesting data, religion-wise.

First data point - a few weeks back Jill got a call from an older friend of a family member, we will call her Edna.  We don’t know Edna that well. When she heard about my diagnosis, she called to send  her best wishes and said she was praying for me.  Very sweet.

A few weeks back, she called Jill and left her a voicemail.  It was 6:45 on a Wednesday night, and she wanted to know how I was doing because she was on her way to her prayer group, and wanted to give them an update because they were praying for me. She needed a call back before 7.

Jill: “You should call Edna back.”
Me: “she called you.”
Jill: “But she called about you.”
Me: “I have a brain tumor.”

We never quite reached a conclusion on who was on the hook to call her back, so no one ever did. The next morning was when brave Dr. Valliant downgraded my diagnosis.  This is a clear data point.  A clear case could be made for Edna’s religion being the one true religion.  I’m not sure exactly what her persuasion is.  Remember, Jill refused to call her back.  Pretty sure it’s some charismatic Christian variety.  So, I (or really Jill) may have offended a vengeful New Testament god.  Thought that was more an Old Testament thing.

Which leads to my second data point.  The daughter of a friend of my mom saw my posts about food starting to suck for me.  She reached out and brought me a bunch of homemade matzah ball soup.  It was truly amazing, and helped me actually eat for a couple of tough days when my needle was close to PFT.  Score one for the Jews.

Relevant aside, with the soup delivery and cousin Jared bringing over bread, bao, dumplings, and other assorted foods, coupled with the exchange of pickles to pretty much anyone who comes over, I think I may just have invented a new service - Jew-bur Eats.  Copyright pending.

Third data point - the medications I am on give me very vivid, very mundane dreams.  Like doing an afternoon of yard work.  Or shopping for socks.  Not particularly disconcerting, but a bit odd. Yesterday, I took a nap on the couch (one of my new favorite activities).  I dreamt that a bunch of people from our Unitarian church came over and were visiting.  Some of them had food for a potluck.  Others were here for a book club.  Lovely people.  Not sure why a group of them visited my dream, but they cleaned up after themselves before I woke up.  I’d give a point to the Unitarians, but they’d just share it with everyone, or politely debate the history of point giving and how points never get awarded to the powerless.  And then they’d form a book club about that.