In Gods Hands

Chapter Two

I'd never known what to do in life for work, i had so many verieties of sunjects of interstest that I could never hold down to studying or working in any one subject. my entire life I could never find what i wanted to do, for I knew that God had a plan for me, but i was waiting for that plan to be revealed. my university education I completed, and that very well, because balls, I intelligent man, and then i decided to show a modest side and took up on charity work untill... i met her, and i knew exactly what i was meant to do.
For, I decided to study in the medical proffession, specialising in cancer and lukemia research.
Kezia sat down most of the time, she had no energy or strenth to walk or move often or much, or run, skip, hope and jump, and she explained that she wasn at all defeated by her condition or felt in the least bit depressed, but told me honestly that tequila helped a lot, and this was only one coping mechanism.
I bought her tequila often, and she was always happy.
I read the book of Hope... It gave me Hope.
However, her condition was that her body was full of multiples of small cysts like tumours riddles all over her insides.. it was suspected cancer, but no test results showed Cancer of an option... This was detected so late on that there was no treatement that could cure the condition before her imminant death, and personally i wanted a second opinion.
We searched and searched and searched, but no specialist or hospital could give us an answer... eventually, i took up on the tequila too. We always saw a happy ending to this major problem, well, when drunk, but the rest of the time we were rational thinking and dread was upon us, and i was fired from my medical training, and we cried and cried and cried, and then took a walk in the park to de-stress ourselves, finding a drug dealer and accepted sniffing cocaine...

That be true, we had both turned to GOD. Haha, i had to make a joke out of this terrible, terrible true situation... I really did train medically, and studies none stop. Over the years we Prayed and Prayed, and i found God was answering our Prayers, as she suffered no other syptoms such as sickness, headaches, agonising pain, aside from stubbing her toe on a door and screaming out fuck, to which i said i understand completely, in this situation, everybody swears perfusely and stubbing your toe is all language understood and accepted, isn't it? Otherwise i hated horrid language, but i was the same when i slammed my finger in the car door, and then she sudddenly started getting syptoms.... and we found out that she was pregnant.

This be the happiest moment of my life... and i wasn't high at the time. I swear, I promise, i was having withdrawl syptoms, but the joy of a baby overran the migraine and vomiting severely, and i had great pitty because she was due to vomit ever morning for the next 6 months... She was overjoyed at this prospect, as any good and decent mother would be, and we both immediately deleted Bill' phone number and hid our texts from social workers. The needles were out the house, but we could not spare the tequila.

We had an awesome idea one day ----- taror cards would definatley, Definately, DEFINATELY reveal the future: The hanged man was perfect! The problem would be destroyed and gone! Upon reading the information leaflet and how to read tarot cards... we found this was indeed actually very detrimental to her future, and implied destruction to her with no way to resolve the problem, and we had done everything we possibly could to resolve the evident problems we had... we had only ever wished to be happy, and we commented that this was "just our luck.." but Kezia being as mestrious as she was said, "is there... any such thing as luck..?"
"what if... there isn't?"
"that's a good question.... because if there isn't it... we're in the shit, aren't we?"
An Angel tarot deck! With help from Archangel raffiel, who is as we speak currently facepalming perfusely and muttering under his breath... my grandad says, "Angel." (mummy lornas father.) and i nod and say, "Grandad. This is Definately staying in my book. The next chapter...will follow on seriously..." I confirm, this was the true story of two people who fucked up before the epic revelation of a baby on the way, when they suddenly had to grow tall and mature and realise they had responsability.

And when they found out that it was a baby girl... they laughed and smiled and hugged... and decided to call her Summer.

These were the facts of my explanation of how hurt i was that my true love was suffering in such a way, and what i could see myself turning to and into had i not decided to get my head down and in it with my medical studies.

I decided to save her life, but little did i know, she was my daughter who would save mine. This is the epic story of a baby who is actually a hero.... and the Muse jam was very good too, unbeatable, but not as unbeatable as the latest stages of cancer......................

For... the next chapter...... will be very, very sad.

Aryia CassandraThu, Jan 11, 1:48 PM (7 days ago)to Angel, Aryia, me, thelistencomplex, SacredI'll write the events that took place which were nothing of this sort when i can be bothered to fucus on my least favorite part of the book, meanwhile, i'll skip to the birth.