Thursday, September 10, 2009

Proof That There Is No God, part 2.

Shortly after my daughter was born, my coworker, went into the hospital to have her baby. The day after the delivery she collapsed and died on the operating table. Aneurysm.
She was my age (34 at the time). She was overweight and borderline diabetic, before the pregnancy, administering insulin shots during the pregnancy. She was a high risk candidate for an aneurysm and the hospital totally fucked things up. This was the first time I had proof that there was no god. All this woman wanted was a baby. She tried for years with her husband before going the in vitro route. The first two times, it didn't work. Three times' the charm, they say and on the third try, she wound up pregnant. She enjoyed barely a moment with her son before being taken and, to this day, I can't understand how something like this can happen to someone so good, so nice and so fucking undeserving.

Well, today, I got another dose of proof.

My bookkeeper, who has been with me for a few years now, who buried her mother less than 6 months ago, thanks to cancer ravaging her body, found out that she, too, has cancer. She's had all kinds of ailments of late, heart issues, etc and each time she's gone to the doctor, she's come away fine. Not today. She had tests done a week ago and the doctor called yesterday, asking that she come in today. Never a good thing when they won't give you the news over the phone. I told her the doctor was probably looking to tag the insurance company for a complete visit, thus he wanted her in his office.

Sadly, this was not the case. She now faces the prospect of surgery to remove the disease and, if that doesn't work, well, she knows, all too well, what lies ahead.

This is a single mother, who has struggled to provide her daughter with a good home and a proper upbringing and, in August, she had the pleasure of driving her daughter to college for her freshman year.

She's now tasked with coping with the realities of this disease alone. I know her, she'll tell her daughter when she's ready, not wanting to worry her and not wanting her daughter to even consider leaving school to be with her.

She came to the office today, after the doctor's appointment because this is her second home. A place where she knows we'll do what we can to comfort her and she knows that we will do whatever it takes to make her smile, to forget, if only for a moment, that the same shitty disease that took her mother from her, is now in her, looking to do what it does best.

If there was some being out there, some forgiving deity who absolves you of your sins, he'd never, ever let someone like this get the fucking sniffles, let alone cancer.

Again, I'm left thinking that it doesn't add up. To put it in the most simple of terms, it isn't fair.

I've never been a big believer in god but I do hope there is one because nothing would give me more pleasure than, upon my death, being greeted by this guy, and then being evicted for punching him in the face.


Trenton said...

It has been my experience that life has a way of surprising us in ways that we may never know until it happens. You CANNOT lose faith, although it looks as though you already have.

Hold your head up, if for no one else than her. Pray to God that she comes through this in one piece. I know family that are Cancer survivors, and I've lost family to Cancer. If we all lived long enough, we'd die of Cancer. It flows in everyone's blood. It's just a matter of when it triggers.

You just have to have faith. You, of all people, should know that sometimes, faith is the ONLY thing holding our minds together. That very simple, yet unimaginably important concept that you will NOT tolerate something to happen. Sometimes it works; we get what we want. Often enough though, that's not the case. In those cases, the Creator decided to do something against our wishes, which is his prerogative.

Who are we to tell God what is and is not right?? He made everything that is. Besides, he basically said that he allows Satan to run around to torment us in as many ways as he will allow.

Is it fair? Fuck no!! But that's a human's perspective. It's not SUPPOSED to be fair! It's just supposed to BE!!

We are better than this. We CAN overcome any obstacle, given the time. We all have to also face that inevitable battle at some point, which is why it's so important that we have faith now, when it counts the most for others. That way, when it's our turn, others will have faith for us, when we seem to have lost it all.

That is, of course, if you can find any left...

Sorry for such a sour post man, but I just wanted to give an alternative view on this. I appreciate your candidness with this, but I humbly disagree with your assessment that there is no God, or that he should be punched in the face. We know next to NOTHING about the Grand Design.

Suffice it to say that there are worse things that could happen to someone. Cancer is getting easier to treat by the year. Hopefully, she'll be in remission in less than 6 months..

In any case, pass on my heartfelt sympathies, and tell her that I'm praying for her quick recovery.

Trent :-|

Anders said...

You wrote: "I've never been a big believer in god but I do hope there is one because nothing would give me more pleasure than, upon my death, being greeted by this guy, and then being evicted for punching him in the face. "

Developing of cancer is depending on for example health-factors ( And other factors:

Nothing to blame the Creator for. The Creator gave human kind a free will. If he would interfere in that free will – then there would be no free will.

In my website there is one formal logical proof: (see the left menu)
It proofs the existence of a Creator and His purpose of humankind.

Anders Branderud

Floogin McNoogin said...

Anders, normally I wouldn't even consider putting up such a steaming pile of self promoting crap but I just got back from Vegas and I now know there is a god.

Who else could create a place where there is so much sleeze, so much decadance and so many opportunities for every type of debauchery on the planet.

As I sat in my jacuzzi, 6 am saturday morning, two women fucking eachother in the bed, another two women enjoying the hot bubbly water with me, their hands and mouths exploring my manhood, I thought to myself...

YES!!!! There is a god.

No need to direct me to some garbage about two of each animal on a giant boat the size of texsas.

Got to vegas, get your freak on. You'll see god.

I did.

foxy roxy said...

Just for the record, the sleezy broads are the ones with enormous, faux boobs and even larger heels - I don't dig either.

No thanks for the handjob tho.

Floogin McNoogin said...

don't start confusing me with your gender again - I'm finally believing you don't have a dick and you assume I was offering you a handjob.

foxy roxy said...

In Vegas.
My hand.
Your job.

Floogin McNoogin said...

this might be why I wound up alone each night.

Trenton said...

Well ya know, it's quite possible that the ones in Vegas that were trying to offer their "services" to you were at one time of the male persuasion.. Just a comforting thought to sleep with. No need to thank me. LOL!!

Anything's possible in Vegas!!

Trent :-)