Are you there, God? It's me, you-know-who.
Things are getting pretty rough down here with the health issues. I have to make plans about applying for research funding and it would be nice to know if I will be well enough to conduct the research next year...
Do you have a plan to solve the health care crisis in Alberta? Can you put out 'The Word' that real solutions and healing take time and have value beyond the dollars brought in by the pharmaceutical industry?
Could you send some sort of angel to suggest that rather than marketing depression and other disorders which allow BigPharma to sweep in with high profit solutions, medicine should spend time on prevention and figuring out how it is that an estimated 16 million Canadians are living with a chronic illness?
By the way, the new cervical cancer scare has been a nice touch; I can't wait for that surgery. I am begging you to save me from cancer because, if I get it, I will go on a major rampage over the whole 'search for the cure' bullshit. Did you intend for humans to be so stupid to think there would be one cure for multiple cancers? You won't see me sporting pink. I mean it!
Are the problems with my immune system linked to these new 'pre-cancerous' cells? Is it the Fantastik cleaner? Just tell me.
OK, God, I am trying my best here not to call you a motherfucker or a cunt-ass bitch as I usually do...
I'm counting on what I remember of Blume's description of Margaret praying for bigger breasts. (Count me in on that wish while you're at it.)
Am I being punished because I was raised an atheist?!
In the meantime, I will keep praying the way the Mormon boys suggested. (Y'know the ones I let into the house that one day I was super desperate.) I've also ordered Tarot cards because I feel spiritually comfortable with them...So, I'm reaching out here, Big Mama.