Once she came to my clinic as a patient. She filled in the forms and added the following: “Advanced cancer and perhaps have one to two months to live. God and I are planning to give up. Come here to seek temporary relief from pain.” At that time, she was carrying a backpack. Inside was a bottle of morphine with a tube connecting it to her body. [She received the injections automatically.]
Seven years ago, she had suffered from breast cancer. At that time, she was treated by mastectomy followed by chemotherapy and radiotherapy. After that, she put the illness out of her mind.
Five years later the cancer recurred. The tumor came out from the original place where it broke through the muscles and skin. It was hard as rock, uneven, and deep-rooted. It was connected to many blood vessels and nerves, and she had severe pain. She went from a cancer research institute to another specialist hospital, but the medical experts could not help her.
She tearfully said to me: “I’m really disappointed in Western medicine. They treat people as machines. They are used for kidney transplant, liver transplant, removal of internal organs, inserting a nail, adding steel plates. ... For me all those are useless, so I have been scrapped.”
Hearing that, I could not help but thinking: Yes! Medical equipment is man-made, and people are God-made, using man-made iron and electrical things to mend the human body—how can it really solve the problem?
“Have you communicated with your body?” I asked her.
She was shocked as if she did not understand, then suddenly seemed to understand and asked: “Are you saying that people can communicate with their bodies? I hate this ugly body. I will never recognize the terrible malignant tumor. But I have to live with it every day. I am tortured. It controls me.”
She was full of hatred, but she could do nothing about it. Her tears flowed. This very good and successful doctor was in such pain and could do nothing about the state of her body.
“Soon I will be a soul who will never again suffer from physical pain, and I will be free. But if God gives me another chance, let me once again have a human body. I would like to live as you do. You know, when I see you sitting and meditating there, I am really envious. You know how to take care of your body and soul. Unfortunately, for me it is too late. Everything is too late.”
Kathy has gone. I tell her story to let others know not to repeat her mistakes.
