Enendemyan ngom

Good afternoon folks. I haven’t felt the urge to write too often of late, though I do have a lot on my mind. I have been somewhat hampered due to some treatment I am doing for prostate cancer. I have not shared this with too many folks as I am a private person. Though I do covet the prayers and well wishes of friends and family, whenever I have been ill, I have kept those in the know, so to speak, to a handful of people I can trust.

The cancer I am going through is stage one, so it has not become an issue for me, though a year ago I almost died from blood clots in my lungs and heart, brought on by this cancer. After extensive tests by a team of health professionals, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer, stage 1.

Now I am being treated with radiation therapy for 9 weeks, or 44 sessions of radiation therapy. It has become necessary to see to this treatment to its duration and emerge the victor over this disease. I am confident God wants me around for a while yet, so there are no worries for me. I have always been a man of faith since I was a child, having been reared by two parents who loved God and taught me those basic principles of faith, to believe in Him, who is my God.

I recently lost a very dear friend who has been my single sole encouragement to continue trusting in God for all things, including my healing and beyond. He taught me the most important thing was to trust God and be ready to meet him in death, if that is what he decides for me. Some folks are healed miraculously from such things, while others seem to have to wait. I waited on the words of this wise man to counsel me in the ways of belief in such matters, for I lost both my parents in death, father in 1983 and mother in 2013.

I am still alive and doing very well health wise, according to that same team of health professionals who diagnosed me. My heart condition is doing well, COPD is being managed rather aggressively, and this cancer thing is now under wraps too. My friend, Moses Hightower had been ministering to me for well over a year on matters of faith, as I had said. I am a 17 year survivor of triple by pass heart surgery, diagnosed with COPD in 2003, suffer with PTSD, and have been dealing with the issues of this prostate cancer for well over a year now.

Brother Hightower went home to be with our Lord on June 8, this month, 9:37 AM PST in the morning. I shall miss him as he was a mainstay of faith for me for some time. Losing people that taught me the oracles of faith I have today, started by my parents so long ago, but continued by my loyal friend and brother, I now feel buoyed up by their faith, so to speak.

I shall continue to believe and post the language and cultural teachings I am familiar with now that I have given this some ample time to jell for me. I actually miss speaking of my language and cultural ways, so it shall help me to talk freely about many things that influence us all in these trying days. Bear with me as I write and share some truths of our ways and our language. I look forward to sharing then friends and students of this language and these, our cultural ways.

Nin se Neaseno.

Author: neaseno

I was born on Powers Bluff in Wood County, Wisconsin, into a traditional community of Neshnabek. I was raised speaking only native languages, and learned to speak English upon entering school at the age of 6. As of this writing, I am one of 5 remaining Heritage Fluent Speakers of Potawatomi.

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