Monday, April 19, 2010

Something's Coming...

Working on a post about emotions and dealing with them while in remission. I want to make sure I say what I need to say, correctly. So, it will take a little time to finish it.

Meanwhile, another friend is dealing with her own issues. She may have some pretty involved surgery. Tomorrow, she goes for some scans; an Octreotide Scan (I just learned what that was today) to be exact. To date, there has been no talk of cancer in her body and I suspect the doctor is being cautious, but it's all a big deal physically and mentally. She'll handle it with courage, resolve, grace and humor.

"Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week - a miracle, people say, as if they've been educated from greeting cards. I'm sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice every day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of the word. Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature. It's true: They rebut every rule all we good citizens take comfort in. Lazarus obeying order and climbing up out of the grave - now there's a miracle, and you can bet it upset a lot of folks who were standing around at the time When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of the earth. My sister, Swede, who often sees to the nub, offered this: People fear miracles because they fear being changed - though ignoring them will change you also. Swede said another thing, too, and it rang in me like a bell: No miracle happens without a witness. Someone to declare, Here's what I saw. Here's how it went. Make of it what you will."
— Leif Enger (Peace Like A River)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Here's to witnessing true miracles! May we all have the honor of having the crap scared out of us by one.