Meaningful Medical Musings

It has been a week of mild medical stuff. I had a crown prep on Thursday with a new dentist. I always let folks know I experience anxiety about medical procedures. When I told Dr. Lisa, she said she totally understands, that she is afraid too. I said I sometimes cry. She responded, “So do I.”

While she stepped out, the dental assistant confided she is the patient with the highest anxiety they see in their practice. They can barely get her to have her teeth cleaned. I wondered if that might have been what led her to become a dentist.

Suddenly, the tears forming in my eyes were not for me. Deep compassion rose up in my chest and formed a lump in my throat. It must be challenging to have your work be uncomfortable for the recipient as you are feeling the anxiety yourself. In a marvelously mystical manner, my experience in the chair was transformed. There was no “I” in the experience. It was not “my” anxiety or/and “her” anxiety, there was just anxiety.

As a child, one might be frightened of clowns. A pair was just hung in our great room after having been packed away for the past seven years. We love these clowns because they look like us!

May all beings come to the end of suffering.

I had a realization! The trauma I experienced from extensive dental work as a child occurred following the trauma of having been diagnosed and treated for polio – being restrained during a spinal tap then hospitalized in isolation where I was told if I stopped crying my mom would come and get me only to have her standing behind the glass, never allowed to hold me.

Dr. Lisa’s trauma was a plastic surgeon having done something on her face along her eye. I don’t know why the procedure was being done but I do know her experience was as a young child, too.

Her hands were too abrupt for my taste, but I had the strong sense of her wanting to get in and out of my mouth as quickly as possible so both of us could feel relief from anxiety.

On Friday I had a complete eye exam. I love the doctor I see at Great Lakes Eye Care. He is one of the most present people I have ever met, a being-with so welcome in the medical profession. The conclusion of the exam was a mixed result. A new prescription will not significantly improve my vision as I had hoped. Cataracts have formed on both eyes. “They are ready for removal when you are ready,” he said.

The good news is my vision in general should be much improved after the surgery, although I will still need glasses for reading. When John and I talked about it we decided I will wait until spring, We have a busy fall planned and the schedule feels too tight to get it all done. We plan to go South earlier in November than normal because Brad’s band (Apache Jericho) has a gig we want to be in Tennessee for.

Crow is cawing outside my window and I can see three of them as I pull back the drapes. Native peoples recognize messages, meanings, and magic in every encounter so I look up Crow and read, “Spiritually, crows represent transformation, positive change, and intelligence. Seeing a crow is generally considered to be a good omen. Temporary and unexpected changes are coming, but the outcome will be positive.”

Given the meaningful medical musings about experiences we have as a child, you might also appreciate this recent “Insights” article published in The Herald Palladium:

As a Child
by Reverend Debra Basham

When I was a child, I spoke as a child. The opening of verse 11 from 1 Corinthians Chapter 13 speaks so clearly to a dangerous universal truth: each of us was a child. I understood as a child, I thought as a child…. You and I — and every other human being — have had experiences and perceptions that caused us to develop beliefs as a child. Some of those beliefs are not serving us as adults.
We were sitting on my porch sharing. She is navigating emotions a parent feels when an adult child is gravely ill. This woman’s son is on a double lung transplant list.

“How can I pray for God to take another parent’s child so my child can live?” she tearfully asked.

“God would not take another parent’s child so that your child can live,” I assured her. Painful things happen. God does not “cause” bad things to happen any more than branches waving cause wind. A child, not knowing the truth about how wind results from the warm and cold currents far from where we are, believes something that is just not true.

God’s love could motivate parents who lose a child to choose organ donation. Not donating the child’s organs would do nothing to spare the pain of loss, but donating them can allow beneficial results to come from such a devastating event.

Developmental biologist Jean Piaget studied and recorded the intellectual development and abilities of infants, children, and teens. As he was doing so, he noticed nuances he called stages. In 1936, he documented that the brains of children work very differently than those of adults. While not all experts agree with his idea of stages, it is undeniable that children’s brains work differently. The way children think about a situation, rather than the situation itself, results in a particular emotion and behavior. Think about a monster under the bed, for example. The natural process of this thinking as a child can have serious complications in our adult life, such as the woman who could not pray for an organ donation for her son.

A child experiences me/mine/you/yours and having or not having. One truck or one doll will be the experience. Either I have it, or you have it. The child’s experience develops into distorted beliefs. If you have something, I cannot have it. Either or thinking is born.

Visiting with a friend who had lost her husband, we saw this dynamic in her feeling that she could not move from the house they shared because he was “present” in her memories there in a way he could not be if she lived elsewhere. A child feels “with” only when the physical locality is shared. Adult awareness sees the truth that no matter how far or how long we are in separate spaces from our loved ones, we remain together in our hearts.

The good news is that every faith tradition has language to help us move beyond those distorted beliefs derived from experiences we had as a child. The child’s perspective is not bad or wrong, 1 Corinthians Chapter 13 expresses a universal truth: When I was a child, I spoke as a child. The result was that I understood as a child….

Sacred scriptures also say we shall know the truth and the truth shall set us free. Quoting Paramahansa Yogananda: “All the world’s great religions are based on common universal truths, which reinforce rather than conflict with one another.”

Perhaps spiritual growth is simply wisdom revealing that beliefs we developed as a child can bind and blind. Fortunately, we are adults now and can see clearly now how perfect peace results when we realize (see with real eyes) that.