I am realizing that nothing steals my inner silence more than a continual stream of doctor appointments. I feel like I’ve had more blood taken out of me than I have in me right now! Yes, there is anxiety about the catheterization coming up Thursday, but even more than that is a frustration, even resentment, about how this retirement experience is shaping up so far. I was hoping for peace and open spaces. Instead, I have a calendar full of tests, labs, and procedures.
On the other hand, I have been the recipient of great kindness. A new cardiologist who takes time and listens, actually seeming to care about what happens to me. My first visit to a hematologist in an oncology lab brought me to a place of great suffering, but there was a sense of calm and joy in that office. Both the doctor and the nurse, used to dealing with fear, both looked me straight in the eyes and seemed determined to help me. I felt I could rest in that care. Skill certainly helps to heal the body, but it is surely kindness that heals the spirit.

The day after tomorrow, I will have the main event, the heart catheterization at Maine Med in Portland. After these few weeks, my hopes and expectations have changed a bit. Yes, I expect to have doctors and nurses who are skilled and will practice that skill on me. But my fervent hope is that I will find a place where I can sink into kindness. That will certainly bring calm and blessing to my heart long before my arteries are explored!
It is anaesthesia that allows us to totally let go our bodies into another’s hands, but it is kindness that allows us to go there in trust. And that is where the healing begins.