Late last year, my SiL (#1), who I adore, was diagnosed with a tumor on her kidney.
My other SiL (#2), who I also like, put her in touch with this “wonderful man” who could help her with his “faith healing” skills.
SiL#1 isn’t rich. She works two jobs, brings up two kids on her own, spends all her money on her mortgage and kids - but she was scared. So as well as scheduling regular doctors’ appointments, she paid for babysitters and travelled several hours each way, and paid a great deal of money each time, to see this “faith healer”.
He screwed around with crystals.
He laid hands on her kidney area.
He said “I had cancer of the kidney once, too. It was negativity and blockage of my chi.”
He said “you’ll hear good news in January”.
SiL#1 is very bright, but not very skeptical, and she believed him.
So in December Sil#1 went to the oncologist, and my wife accompanied her for moral support. He said he’d normally do a biopsy, but since the tumor was so small, he may as well take the whole thing out, and as soon as possible, for a final diagnosis.
“Can we make the operation in February?” asked SiL#1. The oncologist looked puzzled: “Surely you want it taken out as soon as possible?” My wife bit her tongue, knowing exactly why SiL#1 didn’t want the operation in January.
So by coincidence the operation was for early February anyway. SiL#1 went in, the tumor was removed, it was indeed cancerous, but non-metastasizing, and the prognosis is good.
Nothing good happened in January.
SiL#2 is also bright, but is completely and utterly away with the fairies. She believes five unbelievable things before breakfast. Pixies, tarot, angels, runes, homeopathy, aromatherapy, reiki, you name it; if it’s not proven, it must be right. Conversely, if someone has proved it, it must be wrong and modern and negative. (Though I note that SiL#2 didn’t rely on aromatherapeutic homeopathy for her breast augmentation.)
By now, the “faith healer” was her boyfriend.
SiL#1 met up with SiL#2, and by extension, her new boyfriend, last month. She confronted him: “Nothing good happened in January.”
He said, “Perhaps you were too negative.”
“Did positive thinking work when you had cancer of the kidney?” she asked.
“Oh, when I said I had cancer of the kidney, you do realise that was just a metaphor.”
She shelled out thousands on this lying thieving crystal fucking pisswipe. In return, he endangered her fucking LIFE.
I have never met the cunt, but I will have to at some point in the future, because he’s now SiL#2’s boyfriend. I don’t know what or how I will be able to control myself. I suspect I’ll be inclined to ram his fucking pendulum up his chakras.
At the very least, I want somehow to get back the money he fucking STOLE from her. Any suggestions?