Sister of a Sister...

Last month, I had written an article about one lady I know, who had gone through a terrible abusive marriage, then got the courage up to get out of it after spending time in jail, and is now currently being abused via what is suppose to be, "a just system."   She still isn't able to obtain gainful employment...

If you remember this particular article, there was a point of when she was going through the domestic violence, she couldn't turn to anyone, not even her sister, because her sister is also, a victim of marital abuse.  Her sister is now in the hospital...  It leaves us, (the ones who know her and know of her situation,) questioning whether her husband had something to do with this or not?

A couple of days ago, when she was rushed there via ambulance, it was unclear if she was having a heart attack or a stroke.  The doctors did extensive testing on her, but couldn't come to any conclusion that either one of these scenario's was the actual verdict of what was going on with her.  Her upper system had gone into violent spasms and would shut down, off and on, for short periods of time.  The last update that was relayed is, she's still in the hospital and the doctors are still doing more testing on her as they can't quite figure out what happened.

 I want to share a short section from my book, "Graceful Reflections," (one I had written under my pen name of Abigail Lurae,) and  let you draw your own conclusion with a hypothetical look at what could have happened to this lady.  When I heard the news, this is what came to mind...

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Candice looked at her audience closely. “Now this is changing the subject
just a little bit but I wanted to share that as of late; flashbacks from a certain
point of time in my life, somewhere from within the past has been weaving it’s
way back into my mind. Why hadn’t I remembered this? It’s a relevant
memory but one I had either blacked out due to the traumatic effect it had on
me or it was a chemically induced memory loss.
“There’s times I remember in my past of sleeping for a week at a time,
why? And there’s times I remember being so very sick—almost deathly
sick… again, why?
“Off and on during the last ten years or so, I kept on remembering a place
where I had worked at. I’d also remember how violently ill I had become one
day while on the job. I went into the office and told them I wasn’t feeling well
and needed to go home, then went out to my car. At that point, I was too sick
to drive so I laid down in the back seat. My stomach began to convulse in
spasms of painful waves while my heart felt like it was blowing up and then
do a huge thud as it deflated. I was so dizzy and felt so weak. I also remember
thinking, someone—please see me here—help me. And I remember thinking
I was going to die.
“After this part of my memory, everything would go blank and I couldn’t
remember anymore until recently. The memories have been coming in bits and
pieces, much like a jigsaw puzzle. Some pieces are missing while others are
falling into place.
“Then one day, I remembered a scent. Almonds! What is this about I
wondered? The smell of almonds. Then it came to me, Leroy had poured a few
drops in my coffee one morning and said he was adding flavor. I tasted it andtold him it tasted awful. He added some sugar and encouraged me to taste it
again. I did—it was not much better but I was running late and needed to get
to work so, I grabbed my coffee and a turkey lunchmeat sandwich he had made
for me. Why was he being so nice, I remembered thinking? Oh well, I
appreciated the kindness as he had always been so mean to me even after he
got out of prison. I went to work—someone had to for he wouldn’t again.
“Out in the parking lot, I emptied the coffee out of my, “to go” cup because
when I burped, there was such a bitter, almost like a rotten almond taste left
behind. I went inside the building, punched in and then fixed another cup of
coffee. That was much better and it was freshly made too. I remember when
the buzzer sounded, I began to work. Just before first break, I began to feel a
little bit nauseated but thought if I ate a little of my sandwich, I’d feel better so,
I began to eat it. It seemed to have a little taste of almond too. But, I thought
maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me because of the nasty coffee I had
earlier. After eating just about half of the sandwich, that’s when I began to feel
really ill.
“Apparently somewhere during the time of lying in the back seat of my car,
I must have realized I needed help. My next memory is driving and the brakes
going completely out in a parking lot. I also remember going into my doctor’s
office but a span of time is missing—then drinking something with charcoal in
it and waking up in a dim lit room that had a window with Venetian blinds. I
remember the doctor telling me I had been poisoned and wanted to send me
to the hospital. I think I must have said, “no,” and that I had to go home. Another
span of time is missing as I can’t remember leaving there.
“I don’t remember how I got home but I do remember not driving due to
the brakes. When I came in, Leroy had a surprised look on his face and asked
me, “you ain’t dead yet?” I now remember saying, “why—should I be?” He
laughed and said he was just joking

“Now, I didn’t fully understand the reason why almonds had anything to do
with poison or my memory so I decided to look up whatever I could find about
poisons with their scents and smells along with symptoms. This is what I
found,” Candice began reading.
“Cyanide has a sweet, sickly almond smell. People who have been
unfortunate enough to come into contact with the poison describe a faint bitter
almond taste in the breath and stomach – a sure sign of cyanide poisoning
(nevertheless there are some people who cannot smell cyanide at all, due to
a genetic trait). However it smells, its actions are brutal and deadly. Symptoms
will be slow to reveal in the case of chronic poisoning, and may include general
weakness, confusion, bizarre behavior, excessive sleepiness, shortness of
breath, dizziness, headache and seizures."


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There are myths and common knowledge about different poisons.  Some will stay in the blood stream and some will dissipate rather quickly and be undetected.  When a person is in a domestic violent setting, the possibility of being poisoned can't be ruled out.