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    Oasis Part 16

    I am human.  I like to walk before I run, and run before I solve.  I would rather be miles away, with a camera photographing anything that was living, rather then sit here waiting.

    And waiting.

    And waiting some more.

    I asked Helena to come along with me.  Kit wanted to be here with me, but I just couldn’t deal with her this morning.  There was some sort of block in her ability to understand my fear, instead she is living hers.  Right now I can’t comfort her when I am no comfort to myself.

    If I were honest with myself, this very moment I was still angry with my sister.

    After my little breakdown yesterday, Peggy had one of the best restaurants in LA deliver dinner to us all, and we chatted about everything and nothing.  We chatted about my time in Africa.  I knew at the time that Kit was angry at me leaving, thinking that I owed it to her to stay behind.

    That after years of carrying me through illnesses she had a right to spend time with me when I was well.

    I vehemently disagreed, as did Peggy and Helena who both quickly came to my defence.  This sparked World War – The Family Edition.  We play this game often, it tends to come up whenever Kit seems to think she is being cut out of her role as my ‘sister’, a role that was dictated by blood, not by choice.

    A role that she herself abdicated when she went to follow her passions.  Hypocrisy thy name is Katherine Pamela Porter.

    I clearly remember the first time I was diagnosed, I was only 12 and Kit was off, somewhere.  For months Daddy tried to find her, but everytime we got close she seemed to move even further from our grasp until one day she turned up home.  Drunk, high and with warrant for her arrest…

    Those were great times.  Daddy and Kit were so tied up trying to get her off, that Peggy and Helena were the ones who nursed me and shuttled me back and forth for my treatments and appointments.

    I was appalled at her gall to suggest that she had more rights to me, like I was a plaything, but I didn’t argue with her, instead I turned in – exhausted.

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    Comments

    1. I’ve missed this story and so happy to see another chapter. Those two are too funny for words, the way you write them leaves me jealous for not being able to know them during their school years, I know I would have been in stitches with them. Hopefully Bette will be okay and just having problems now because she ignored her health while in Africa and is having a little setback right now. Please let her be okay, she deserves to live so much longer and to meet and have a life with Tina. Thanks for posting. Post when you can.

    2. Hello there, dearest sweet Deean! There are several things in which we coincide with your point of view. One of them is that blood family is the one you automatically have and your extended family is the one you choose. That is why our extended family is so important in our lives. As a matter of fact, a special person, who shaped our character was not blood related to us. Secondly, when you speak about the reaction you have while facing a difficult or uneasy situation is completely different to anyone else’s. Some people laugh, nervously. Others, may scream, pee on their pants or even start crying non stop. Another thing that caught up our attention is that we will never be able to meet anyone’s expectations. We can only managed to handle our own struggles in life and to cherish the moments that are meaningful to us. We can only hope now that Bette may have better news and some peace of mind. Thanks for bringing back this extraordinary story. You know it is one of our favs. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)

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