I spoke to my sister and she sounded normal...annoyed at being poked at randomly and the constant drip of the IV. I've missed the sound of her voice - always sure of herself, confident, smooth. I always wanted the Bermudian accent. A hint of the English accent with something else. She explained to me her ordeal but glossed over treatment. She's had cysts on her kidneys since she was 16. Some were soft. Some were hard. They never posed a threat. Last year, her blood count was low and she began taking daily injections without confiding in any one. The cysts burst causing severe pain in her lower back and stomach. She told me that my niece (who is 20yrs old) just had a baby. Everyone's disappointed but he's such a cutie. She asked about my job. She told me I should go for my CPA. She's been a banker for 25 years...She sounded disappointed I didn't finish school. She told me I should be traveling and not working so hard. I told her I wanted to move away from this city. NYC is really awful. She told me about her recent missionary efforts in Namibia and her spiritual daughter there. She talked about the bush where she went in Africa. She says she misses NYC and wants to visit.
I told her I would try my very best to get to see her. I will.
She told me she loves me and she believes God will see her through.
I believe her on both aspects of the statement.
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