Sunday, March 25, 2012

Age of Miracles

A few weeks ago, I went for my yearly checkup at my oncologist’s (as a breast cancer survivor, my doc keeps continued tabs on me, kinda like an old boyfriend who won’t give up. I guess he is my new BF4L). But an odd thing happened while I was in his office, which is situated in a large, bustling new cancer wing of a city hospital.
            There was no one there.
            I don’t know if it was the time of day (2 pm?), or just a weird inexplicable moment where the oncology planets were out of alignment, but for whatever reason, although the lab downstairs had plenty of customers, and the parking lot was full, for the twenty minutes that I sat in the huge, spacious waiting room, I was all alone.
            I began to fantasize! What if, I thought, there were no more people with cancer? What if….the reason I am all alone here is because everyone has been cured? What if…oncology departments all over the world are having to blog and twitter and tweet to get attention because they don’t have any patients any more?
            Well, obviously, this was just a fantasy, and once I got called inside the doors to the doctor’s inner realm, I saw that there were plenty of other patients around. It must have just been some kind of odd black hole, similar to what occasionally happens when I go to Costco and there’s no line.
            I asked my doctor about it, though, and he shrugged. Maybe folks were out to lunch? A physician or two had taken the day off? In fact, he revealed, he’d recently attended a conference where the oncologists were told that this was the year they were going to put themselves out of business. Oh, if this were only true!
            In any case, I left the office with my clearance pass for another year, and a strange sense of hope in my heart.  After all, why can’t this be the year of the cure? Why can’t this be the age of miracles? Certainly, it’s the season of miracles. All around us, flowers are in bloom, trees are sprouting leaves, rabbits, kittens, and kids are being born. We’re surrounded by miracles every day, so why not in a cancer center?
            I love to read all those New Agey-books by Wayne Dyer and his ilk about how our intentions create our reality, and though I admit that sometimes my thinking gets a little “magical” I don’t really see the harm in it. I don’t see the harm in envisioning a cancer-free, toxin-free, war-free planet, and a world of peaceful hearts. So that’s what I’m going to imagine, envision, and hopefully manifest. Feel free to join me.


  1. I am absolutely joining you, Kathy, in imagining a world where we would have to explain what cancer was - once - because it is so far in the past. Yes, let's envision that!

  2. Hey, Charlotte, who knows what can happen when two yoginis get to envisionin'

  3. Hi Kathy,
    I love it!
    That's the world for me...for all of us!
    Nicely written.