Ishimaru-Chiaki

Saturday morning, thr phone rings and my parents answer it. Then sokn after, Dad comes to my room to announce a bad news : One of my cousins took away his own life the day before, at age 44.
Whatever the bond you had with someone of your family was strong or inexistant, it still hits like a truck when death cause is suicide. I wasn't fond of him at all, as I recall him taunting me 10 years sgo by flushing a clogged toilet in front of me while I have a phobia of it, making me get close to a panic attack ! Since that day, I made sure there was a plunger on hsnd if I hVe to go and I know he's here. Yes I was still mad at him. He was the hyperactive weirdo of the family.

But at the same time I'm sad for his girlfriend, his two children, his two siblings and his parents who have to deal with the loss of someone close to them.

r.i.p cousin, even tho I didn't like you very much, and courage to the close family, especially with the pandemic going on  !

The last months were filled with bad news beginning with our trailer's canopy getting teared and its rod bent because of excess rain while not in a position to drain itself. This meana fee after passing it to insurances.
Then Dad had an abnormal PSA blood test result which lead to have a biipsy to his prostate which revealed that two samples out of them were cancerous.
This meaned Dad couldn't think about looking for a part-time job while Mom doesn't work many hours.
And the final bad news was this month when my parents' loan request in order to reunite debts in one place was declined. We can hardly do groceries and I have to lend a hand.


...But then some better news began to arrive.
Dad had an appointment with the urologist last Thursday about what was going to be done. The latest results showed no progression , and if the new blood test taken this week goes the same way, no treatment or surgery will be done since prostatic cancer is one type of cancer that has a very slow progression, and in some men, this can take years without progressing. And also because surgery has a lot of side-effects.
So unless contrary, Dad will return to urology in 3 months and he finally can think about a part-time job.

And yesterday it's my turn to have a ray of hope !  We had a Brunch&Blowling activity with a group of visually impaired people and my cooking teacher who was my former boss was there to serve the cold buffet.
While I was giving news about me such as the fact of having completely cut down added sugars and free sugar, she told me and my Mom that the seniors home where I used to work will finally expand this year and this will create new jobs, and she tought about me since the expansion will create a new kitchen division for pastry, and the person who'd work there would work alone, which means no crashing into someone else (this was my trouble spot). And this time my position wouldn't be an extra one that would be conditional to the amount of refund for hiring someone with disabilities. This means the new job which is planned with the expansion would be much more steady.
And as Mom told her that she doesn't work many hours, my teacher offered her to join as well.


Yep, there are good chances that my jobless time will end this late Spring ! And working with Mom to whom I'm very close ? It would be wonderful !

Certains d'entre vous l'avez peut-être su, chez nous au Québec, un Québécois tout ce qui a de plus "pure laine" a ouvert le feu dans une mosquée à Québec, peu après l'heure des prières. Six personnes sont tombées sous les balles fans cet attentat terroriste.

Avec toute cette islamophobie latente et cette obsession de toujours focuser sur la pomme pourrie du panier dans les médias, celleux qui n'ont jamais connu un-e musulman-e ont fini par croire que toutes les pommes du panier sont pourries alors qu'iels n'ont jamais vu les autres pommes du panier. Au vu de l'atmosphère toxique qui planait, je savais au fond de moi que ça allait finir par arriver, qu'un radicalisé de l'extrême-droite allait un jour passer à l'acte et c'est ça qui est le plus triste car ces victimes ne méritaient pas ça !

Déjà on voit des prises de conscience se faire. Mais il aura malheureusement fallu que ce bain de sang se produise pour ça !

Quelle que soit notre croyance ou non-croyance, on doit tous rester unis et apprendre à connaitre l'autre.

Je suis petite-fille d'immigrée, du fait que mon grand-père paternel a épousé une Britannique durant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, et cette dame, bien qu'elle était catholique. (convertie) pratiquante, accueillait les auto-stoppeurs restés trop longtemps mal pris sur le bord de la route 138 en offrant gîte et couvert et priait pour eux. C'était une femme de coeur prête à aider son prochain, sans égard à leur religion. C'était une catholique mature qui voyait l'humain avant tout.
S'il y avait plus de gens comme ma grand-maman, le monde serait meilleur.

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Some may already know but here in Quebec, a "purebred" Quebecer opened fire in a mosque at Quebec city, not long after pray time ended. Six people lost their lives in this terrorist attack.

With all that latent islamophobia and that nasty obsession of always showing that one rotten apple of the basket in media, those who never personally knew any Muslim person ended up believing that the whole basket is rotten despite the fact of not having actually seenthe other apples of the basket. At the view of the toxic atmosphere, I knew in the deepest of me that this would happen, that one radicalized far-right individual would act someday, and that's the saddest of all because these people didn't deserve this !

Since the attack, we're now seeing people realize the situation, but sadly it took that tragedy to make this happen !

Whatever our beliefs or non-beliefs, we all must stay united and learn to know each other.

I'm granddaughter of a migrant, due to my grandfather on Dad's side having married a British lady during World War II, and even thought this lady was a (converted) devoted Catholic, she used to help travelers who got stuck on the edges of Route 138 by offering bed and meal and she prayed for them. She was a woman of heart who was always ready to help others without distinction to their religion. She was a mature Catholic who saw the human before anything else.
If there were more people like my grandmother, the world would be much better.

As vacation has ended, I'm now ready to do commission, so I updated the commission infos and commission status to add a category for traditional art since I'm getting more at ease with colored pencils.

You want to commission me ? See those links below first.
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