Here is my story of prognosis, belief, and healing. Let’s get real. So it just happened again. For the second time in my life, a doctor has laid down an ironclad prognosis. The first time this happened it almost broke me in two emotionally, until I remembered the difference between hard cold truth and probabilities. I went to the doctor today to get my arm re-X-rayed and a splint traded out for a cast. When he looked at the X-rays, he declared: “You will develop arthritis in this wrist. It’s just a fact.” ??? REALLY?!!! It would be honest to say that the likelihood of me getting arthritis in that wrist is high, but to pronounce a future event as a done deal…Geez! He is a doctor, not a fortune teller. He is supposed to help and instill healing vibes. Well, planting a belief like “you will develop xyz” as a fait accompli is just not what I call responsible. Or healing. Let’s get real with the patient. Let’s get clear and honest with our words. My body will heal. I am grateful this doctor set the bones. Very grateful. But do not presume to tell me or my body how to heal or pronounce a foregone conclusion on me. Listen up! What we believe makes a difference in how we heal and our quality of life generally. The science is there and spiritual leaders have been saying this for ages. I say to this doctor, “Thank you for helping me. I appreciate you setting the bones in my arm. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy, and that’s the truth.”
