My 2 years of church
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I’m an atheist, I’m also a Humanist. So, in 1998 when my then husband realized that he was dying from lack of affordable healthcare and untreated diabetes, he felt the need to get back to his religious roots and start going back to church. The Salvation Army Church was one that his parents had attended with their four children and the one that he felt was the right place to be. He was certainly scared of dying, and in looking back over the previous decades of being a free spirit/hippy, he realized that he had quit going to church in his teens. (about the same time he started drinking beer and smoking marijuana, go figure.)
So, at about 44, he realized that he was dying. Diabetes is a slow, painful dying off of various internal organs. He had a partial paralysis of his upper GI, diabetic neuropathy, diabetic retinopathy, hepatitis…
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