June 14, 2007 - 3:24 p.m.
This has been a week of deliverance. Weeks and nights of saying a prayer for relationship healing. Then I had a dream... a mother and her young son walking to a house. With a blue door. I woke up from the dream. Realizing my 18 year old son Bubbles is no longer a boy. And maybe this was my last chance to connect with angry man. So I dialed the family home number and he answered after three rings. I asked him a question about cars. Thinking he might answer since he took a year of auto mechanics in high school. I told him my driver's side door lock (actuator) keeps sticking and opens/closes half of the time using the alarm remote. He asked me if I have leukemia and recently underwent a blood transfusion. I said "No... not leukemia but something very similar that originates in the blood. I have finished two chemotherapy treatments with four remaining". He seemed more fascinated that most of my hair has fallen out but I still have some left (baby bird fluff) and my eyelashes and eyebrows. He said because of my involvement with Naomi and the divorce, "I kind of deserved getting cancer." After a silent pause... I said "No, no one deserves that kind of hell."
