So, a highly unusual conversation with my Aunt last night has me thinking.
Perhaps I am reading too much into it, but the conversation was unusual.
First to set the stage:
My Aunt suffered a stroke early in the year and two week later lost her husband of nearly 67 years.
She is in her mid-90’s now. The middle of three sisters, she is a strong woman who now has no controllable right side. But an amazingly sharp mind and super strong will.
Her faith is also unbreakable.
She was brought up in a Post Victorian home with strict protocol and a place for everything and everything in its place. She does not succumb to conspiracy theories nor is overly reactionary over any discussion.
So when telling her that “things” are taking place her typical response will fall into the category of “…well that’s unusual…” “very distressing and not uplifting to discuss…”, “…perhaps there may be a more specific reason for…” and the like.
Prior to her stroke I had asked her if she knew of any unusual medical or biological fact about me. She initially told me about my foot problem. (excessively flat feet, and why I wear wedges and blocky heels).
But no specific answer about the rest of me.
The last time I talked with her about a month and a half ago, I had avoided discussions about various things said and the MRI itself. This time around she asked me about the reason why I was a bit distressed in our last conversation and I was couthed but direct that the MRI had found my head rock, and that the purpose of the MRI was to find out about my pituitary gland and the reason for my “girlymones”.
When I told her that I was starting to “bust out” and (as I put it, blossom) her response was (not verbatim but close) …
“…well its about time you find out about this as it happens to everyone…”