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I had submitted a thread and it was either pulled or got lost. I have asked why & haven’t received a response from a moderator, so I’m hoping this was just a misunderstanding. I didn’t copy and save the response I received in the thread, perhaps they will re-post as well.
What I’ve Learned At CAF: other religions area
First, let me state that I appreciate (almost) everyone here at CAF. I have enjoyed the discussions, lightly peppered with witty repartee. Since my husband died in 2011, I’ve been isolated from an important part of society that, in the past had been filled by my coworkers. I haven’t been back to work because I don’t have to work (if I live frugally), and I haven’t wanted to go back because I wasn’t ready. I’m an oncology nurse. I met my husband in 1997, I was new to my profession and working on an orthopedic unit at a local hospital, and he was a CPA working as a federal employee at the Dept of Agriculture. He was a remarkable human being - in so many ways, one of them was the fact that he had been a paraplegic since he had been 21 yrs old. One of my fellow nurses met Doug when he came to have lunch with me. When I returned from my break she said she thought Doug was really nice and that I must be very brave - she couldn’t imagine dating someone in a wheelchair. Throughout our relationship, other people had made similar comments. One time, while vacationing in Las Vegas, we were visiting The Star Trek Experience and Doug and I had our picture taken with a very large female ‘Klingon’. Doug rolled away to view more of the exhibit and she leaned down to tell me that my mate must surely be fortunate to have such a brave warrior such as myself. I grinned at her and said, “If you knew me better, you would know he is the brave one, and I was the lucky one.”
Doug was raised Catholic, and I was almost Catholic (which I have gone into on other posts - you can hunt them down if you like). He wanted our respective previous marriages annulled so our marriage could be blessed by the church. I told him I would proceed with mine as soon as his was submitted. Unfortunately, Doug’s health started to deteriorate. He was hospitalized many times for various illnesses over the 10 years of our marriage. After 2005, it became necessary for me to leave my job at the time because I was working 50-60 hrs/wk. I found work that I could do at home over the telephone, and that worked for a while, until we decided it was best I quit to take care of him full-time.
As an oncology nurse, I thought I knew everything there was to know about death and dying. Doug had always hated talking about death - when the topic came up, he would change the subject to ‘something less morbid’. The last few months of his life, however - he talked about it quite a bit. He had me take notes about what he wanted to leave his brothers, what he wanted his funeral to include - down to the music and the list of his friends he wanted me to make sure knew when and where the service was going to be. I asked him if he felt like he was going to die soon. He said he wasn’t sure, but it would be OK if he did.
Towards the end, he got sick, and he ended up having to be admitted for pneumonia. Doug passed away exactly the way he wanted: surrounded by his family, in no pain. I’ve been present for many deaths (as a nurse), but Doug’s passing was the most peaceful I’ve ever witnessed. Unfortunately, my own response to his death was decidedly not peaceful. I’m still struggling at times, and I miss him so much, but I’m comforted by the fact that the love we shared is still very much alive.
So, back to the original point of my post: I missed engaging in the debate of philosophy and faith (which my husband and I shared), the nature of life and current events (which I often also shared with my friends and coworkers). You might recall I had said I was an ‘almost Catholic’. Doug’s faith brought him comfort, and almost every interaction with priests were positive. Really, only one was negative. Doug had been in the hospital once (several years before he died) and a priest from a different church came to visit, offer confession and communion. I left the room so they could talk in private, and when I returned, Doug was visibly upset. The priest was adamant about not giving communion because Doug and I were ‘living in sin’, and obviously Doug wasn’t repenting enough because we continued to act like we were married when the church had not annulled his previous marriage - even though we had both been legally divorced before being legally married to each other. I was so mad that I called and spoke with the hospitals Pastoral Services and then the church where the priest worked. I’m still mad, quite frankly - and I’m not sure why.
Since becoming an adult, I’ve made a distinction between having faith in God and organized religion. I see God as love, and I see religion as a tool used by people in power to control or influence their followers. Perhaps I sought out this forum in hopes of reconciling that conflict in myself. Although I’ve had several positive interaction here, I feel the urge to continue my debates in a different forum. I’m tired of people using their selections of scripture and history to ‘prove’ they are right and anyone else is likely to burn for eternity.
I’m going to check out skepticforum.com and see what they have to say. I may very well be back here from time to time, and I wish you all well.
Peace be with you.
What I’ve Learned At CAF: other religions area
First, let me state that I appreciate (almost) everyone here at CAF. I have enjoyed the discussions, lightly peppered with witty repartee. Since my husband died in 2011, I’ve been isolated from an important part of society that, in the past had been filled by my coworkers. I haven’t been back to work because I don’t have to work (if I live frugally), and I haven’t wanted to go back because I wasn’t ready. I’m an oncology nurse. I met my husband in 1997, I was new to my profession and working on an orthopedic unit at a local hospital, and he was a CPA working as a federal employee at the Dept of Agriculture. He was a remarkable human being - in so many ways, one of them was the fact that he had been a paraplegic since he had been 21 yrs old. One of my fellow nurses met Doug when he came to have lunch with me. When I returned from my break she said she thought Doug was really nice and that I must be very brave - she couldn’t imagine dating someone in a wheelchair. Throughout our relationship, other people had made similar comments. One time, while vacationing in Las Vegas, we were visiting The Star Trek Experience and Doug and I had our picture taken with a very large female ‘Klingon’. Doug rolled away to view more of the exhibit and she leaned down to tell me that my mate must surely be fortunate to have such a brave warrior such as myself. I grinned at her and said, “If you knew me better, you would know he is the brave one, and I was the lucky one.”
Doug was raised Catholic, and I was almost Catholic (which I have gone into on other posts - you can hunt them down if you like). He wanted our respective previous marriages annulled so our marriage could be blessed by the church. I told him I would proceed with mine as soon as his was submitted. Unfortunately, Doug’s health started to deteriorate. He was hospitalized many times for various illnesses over the 10 years of our marriage. After 2005, it became necessary for me to leave my job at the time because I was working 50-60 hrs/wk. I found work that I could do at home over the telephone, and that worked for a while, until we decided it was best I quit to take care of him full-time.
As an oncology nurse, I thought I knew everything there was to know about death and dying. Doug had always hated talking about death - when the topic came up, he would change the subject to ‘something less morbid’. The last few months of his life, however - he talked about it quite a bit. He had me take notes about what he wanted to leave his brothers, what he wanted his funeral to include - down to the music and the list of his friends he wanted me to make sure knew when and where the service was going to be. I asked him if he felt like he was going to die soon. He said he wasn’t sure, but it would be OK if he did.
Towards the end, he got sick, and he ended up having to be admitted for pneumonia. Doug passed away exactly the way he wanted: surrounded by his family, in no pain. I’ve been present for many deaths (as a nurse), but Doug’s passing was the most peaceful I’ve ever witnessed. Unfortunately, my own response to his death was decidedly not peaceful. I’m still struggling at times, and I miss him so much, but I’m comforted by the fact that the love we shared is still very much alive.
So, back to the original point of my post: I missed engaging in the debate of philosophy and faith (which my husband and I shared), the nature of life and current events (which I often also shared with my friends and coworkers). You might recall I had said I was an ‘almost Catholic’. Doug’s faith brought him comfort, and almost every interaction with priests were positive. Really, only one was negative. Doug had been in the hospital once (several years before he died) and a priest from a different church came to visit, offer confession and communion. I left the room so they could talk in private, and when I returned, Doug was visibly upset. The priest was adamant about not giving communion because Doug and I were ‘living in sin’, and obviously Doug wasn’t repenting enough because we continued to act like we were married when the church had not annulled his previous marriage - even though we had both been legally divorced before being legally married to each other. I was so mad that I called and spoke with the hospitals Pastoral Services and then the church where the priest worked. I’m still mad, quite frankly - and I’m not sure why.
Since becoming an adult, I’ve made a distinction between having faith in God and organized religion. I see God as love, and I see religion as a tool used by people in power to control or influence their followers. Perhaps I sought out this forum in hopes of reconciling that conflict in myself. Although I’ve had several positive interaction here, I feel the urge to continue my debates in a different forum. I’m tired of people using their selections of scripture and history to ‘prove’ they are right and anyone else is likely to burn for eternity.
I’m going to check out skepticforum.com and see what they have to say. I may very well be back here from time to time, and I wish you all well.
Peace be with you.