Even as the sun shines we move and are occupied in our occupations, moving to and fro while death speaks of a thirsty earth. I still didn’t understand why my mother’s doctor couldn’t come to the hospital with his files and consult with the hospital staff for treatment. I was under the false impression that because he treated her cancer since the beginning of this 4 year nightmare, he was in charge of all her cancer related treatments. But that only would have worked if he were a participant in the hospital’s network. I felt my mind and body tightening up on me, but a deep breath would fight off the light-headedness.
The doctors explained that the chemo treatments took a very serious toll on her body, shutting down her kidneys and causing serious damage to other organs. And that’s what caused her to go into a lethargic state. I prayed to the Lord, and touched her and told her, “I’m right here, I love you,” and I watched her for an hour or so, before I went to sleep on the floor beside her bed.
The next morning I woke up, kissed my mother who was still heavily sedated and told her I had to run to Philly for a one day trip. Looking at her, I didn’t want to leave, but in my occupation the last job was the most important one. At this time, I was a Master Facilitating Messenger who traveled the world with good and bad messages. When I picked up my instructions, I was told Rupert was looking for me and he needed to see me right away.
“I know, I just got his e-mail,” I replied. Rupert was the new CEO. He’s been with the firm for about 2 years and we didn’t get along. I couldn’t effectively deal with him as my mother was my number one concern and after our last meeting, I went into absolute isolation.
Our last meeting was routine with department managers providing updates and receiving instructions. But by that time, Rupert and I were looking pass each other and playing corporate chess. I made sure he understood I did my homework and that I understood the value in it, but nothing seemed to matter to Rupert. Bit by bit he began to undo established policies and cause chaos in my department and the firm. Stress takes you on wide mood swings, and this was the day my stress made me fly off the rail.
In that meeting, Rupert said,
“I got a company coming in to survey, section one and section two, and from preliminary discussions, I think it’s something that could benefit us.” Then he passed me some paper work.
“No, naw” I said. “Don’t think it’s a good idea. And I am tired of this shit. All you’re here to do is destroy. You have no respect, and maybe you don’t have to have respect, but ever since you’ve been here you’ve been dictating us to destruction. You not that fuckin’ smart, you or your dumb ass side kick. Ya’ll sittin’ here like this shit ok. I can’t do it, it’s not ok.”
Rupert says shockingly, “Excuse me?!”
Without hesitation I respond.
“Not really, man fuck this! I tell you what, don’t call me for another motherfuckin’ meetin’, I am tired of you. Everything I put on the table, you take off the table. You say for two fuckin’ years, ‘No, we could do better.’ Everything I do is wrong, hell naw, you not that smart, this ain’t no rocket science. When I got here, they had one floor, now they got six floors and offices all over the country. And my motherfuckin’ hand was in every bit of that progress, now you say it’s all wrong, comin’ at me with that under handed bullshit.” Don’t call me for another fuckin’ meetin’.”
This was not the way to go about things but I was tired and lost my sense of balance. My whole focus was the comfort, support and care of my mother, but I still had responsibility to the job and I did that every day steady with minimum energy. After the meeting, I told my staff to take a message, and do the task if the motherfucka called. And since that time, I ignored all his calls and messages. I planned to do that as long as I could, because I didn’t have any more “yeses” that I could give him.
I took a deep breath and headed to Philly. I’d been routinely breathing in a rapid pattern while dealing with my mother’s condition and the responsibilities of the job. Taking deep breaths seemed to help as I felt like I was suffocating from within at times. The Philly job was a good interruption as driving long distances has its own type of therapy, the road and the music calmed my thoughts. I continued to take deep breaths as they seemed to help with my muscle spasms, chest pains and faintness. I thought those symptoms were due to the lack of sleep and worry. I soon realized that those are symptoms of a silent and invisible triple dose of everyday stress.
As I drove I reflected on the situation with Rupert. He has denied and retracted everything in his power. Even when the numbers were excellent, it was no. I racked my brain, thinking what was I missing? I went back to the books, the numbers, and meetings, no was still the answer. I never thought it was racial, yet, at that time I was the only descendant from the ancient father Ham in the managers meeting. So I took leave of all meetings with Rupert and told him that if he needed something to call dispatch and put in a request. I was done with the bullshit.
Philly was a sister city and very easy to get in and out from DC. When I was a youth my uncle taught me how to drive by letting me drive to Philly. I got to Philly finished the job and got right back on the road and back to my mother that night. She was awake when I got there…I kissed her. Her voice was soft, but her spirits were high. I told her what the doctors said about hospice care at a local facility. She said, “No, I am going back home with my family.”
She made it clear that she wanted to be with family. If the doctors were saying that her last days on earth were near, she didn’t want to be among strangers when she died. She had said again and again, “I want to be with my family.” And as her oldest, I took heed to her wish and honored her word.
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