23rd April 2008
It's funny but the more I spend time with people close to dying, the more I realise that some of what is labelled, 'ramblings' may have a great deal of wisdom within.
Wanda doesn't seem too far from transitioning and leaving her ailing body behind. She is lonely, painfully thin and has some kind of condition where her skin is peeling so severely that she has to wear mittens all the time. She looked so forlorn when the nurse showed me into her room to see if Reiki would help her with the constant pain in her stomach.
As I sat with her, my hands on her stomach, we talked. She asked about my background and what I am studying at university here and then began chatting away about herself. At first I couldn't make out what she was saying as she was becoming so sleepy and slurring her words. After a while I worked it out... she was talking about when she was alive in the 1800s and the white man was taking over America. Though many thought it a bad thing, she explained, she knew that diversity was the way forward.
Many would say that she is just confused because of the drugs and how sick she is, yet when I looked into her eyes as she said this, the 'dead glare' she had was gone and they were shining so brightly.
I felt really honoured to be there with her at that moment.
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