My moms cancer treatments went very well, although after her first chemo treatment she had a heart attack and then had three stints put in, (they
found 6 blockages, but only could reach 3) but after they cleared the blockages and the chemo took effect, the color came back in her hair, and she
became much more healthy very quickly. When they removed the cancer, they found it had not spread even though it had grown the the size of a softball,
it stayed local. I spent the next few months assisting her with colostomy bags, liver, kidneys, every kind of bag you could hang out of someone, she
had them, I think 5 or 6 of them when she first got home, and slowly they would be removed over time and she became healthy again.
I went back to work at Taco John's. This time I was a lot more open about being psychic, and eventually I was asked to bring a deck of tarot to a
party one night. I don't remember the readings I gave, accept for one. One of the girls I worked with wanted me to do a spread for her, so I laid out
the cards and right away I saw myself in them. I gave her her reading and instead of saying it was me, because I had no interest in this girl at all,
I said a dark haired man, to which everyone went OOOOOOOO and we all laughed at it. When I was done, she said she wanted to show me something with the
cards. I handed them to her, she shuffled, and I watched as she flipped face card after face card over, king, queen, knight, king, queen, knight, at
first I thought it was a fluke, but she kept doing it over and over. I was impressed, I had never seen that before, and I asked if she read cards and
she said no, but it was something she always just could do.
That night on the way home, the car started to slide on the ice and we were sitting in the back seat and she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, and
I got a feeling from her touch I never experienced before. I just knew something was up, I could feel it in her touch on a level that wasn't "normal".
She wouldn't let go until we dropped me off at my moms. Then I forgot about it, sort of.
She was having problems with her boyfriend, and I could not understand how someone would put up with half of what she was dealing with. I felt bad for
her and her daughter. My manager had asked me around this time if I wanted to shoot darts in dart league with them, and I was all for that, as I used
to be in league long before I got sick. Had several trophies even. The dart league games were an excuse to party too, once a week we would all go out
and do league and have a blast. Then the girl I did the reading for started to come with and cheer us on. I noticed that her boyfriend was never
along, and had even asked why he didn't come with, but apparently he preferred to stay at home, drink a lot. I don't remember how it all exactly
happened, but eventually we admitted that we were having feelings for each other, and I told her that I would have no part of anything at all until
she was single. The next day she came into work and informed me that he was gone, she had kicked him out because of something that had happened.
A few days later, after I was sure it was really happening, and it was over between them, I moved in. That reading was dead on, and I was involved. It
was not the first time I had seen myself in someones cards, however, I was not attracted to her until she touched my hand, because it was a magical
touch, I have no other way to describe it. It touched my soul instead of my hand.
I had given up on Alaska, I figured I would never make it back there, and honestly, as much as I loved it, I was lonely there. I had always wished I
had someone to show it to.
I brought up Alaska to her, and she didn't even blink and said it sounded like fun, "Let's Go!" so I made plans for us all to move to Alaska and
started saving. It was going to take a while, because now I was moving not only myself, but a woman and her 2 year old daughter. My mom at this point
had pretty much recovered, so I was ready to go.
As soon as I put those plans into place, within maybe a few weeks, I was approached at work by a guy who wanted to buy my grandma's house. It had sat
vacant since my divorce, I could not live there as there was way to many memories, lots of them not good, associated with it. It brought back a lot of
pain so I was more than happy to sell it. It was slowly rotting, and I couldn't afford the taxes, let alone fixing the roof,septic system and
plumbing, and multiple other things I just did not know how to do. My family had offered over the years to help, but when it came down to it, no one
ever did. It was funny, they got mad when I sold it, but yet no one helped me when I needed the help with it, they just couldn't understand that I was
poor and did not have carpentry knowledge. My mom understood, but the rest, Uncles in particular were upset, although it rarely was discussed.
I sold the house dirt cheap
(Because that was all it was worth honestly)
and gave a 4 month notice.
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