I've learned about yet another miracle. This keeps happening to me, and I don’t really know why, but I truly treasure these moments--when someone confides something to me which cannot be categorized, but which REALLY HAPPENED.
It all happened in a very mundane situation, when I was having an initial appointment with a doctor. He asked me my medical history (as they all do), and I, of course, told him about how I almost died 8 years ago from a burst aneurysm in my brain.
After I told him about this, he leaned back, smiled, and said, "Something similar happened to me once," and he told me this story: He had a patient he had known for 10 years who was dying of advanced breast cancer. She also had clots in her lungs which were preventing her from breathing. She was on a respirator and her kids were deciding whether to remove the respirator and let her die.
He said, "I was standing outside her hospital room with two other physicians--her oncologist and her pulmonary specialist--and we were all discussing which of us was going to be one to go in there and tell her she was going to die, probably that very night. The other two finally decided that I should be the one to do it, since I had known her the longest."
"You were deputized," I said.
"I was, and when I went in, she couldn't talk because of the respirator. I started to give her the bad news, but, to my surprise, what came out of my mouth were these words: 'You've turned the corner, you're going to make a full recovery.'"
He was appalled at himself, because he prides himself on never lying to his patients. He backed out of the room, bewildered at what had just occurred.
"And what happened that night?" (I knew from working as a nurse's aide in a hospital once, that most patients die on the night shift, in the early hours of the morning. Most babies are born then, too--it's a time of transition).
He said, "She began to get better, and eventually made a full recovery."