Sunday rolled around, and the “tag teams” made hand contact: my Dad and Brother left to go back home to Fort Kent, and my Mom and Gary returned. It was nearing the end of October, and I was set to go home– home home. God, it felt good to get out of the hospital these days. The cold autumn air hit my delicate skin as I anticipated snowfall once more.
Wow, who would have thought I’d want to see the snow?
As I mentioned before, I wasn’t terribly religious. Now please, don’t get me wrong: I had nothing against faith, (the faith of my loved ones and of my own was keeping me sane during my chemotherapy), but I did notice a disturbing element to religion. I found that lots of religions were obsessed with trying to get people to accept their respective interpretation of the Bible.
And while I appreciated all of the prayers and thoughts (and could feel the collective energy helping), I knew that I wasn’t long for my Catholic ways. Instead, I would use this newfound focus on positivity and compassion to be a better person overall- free from sect and sacrilege.