Who said doctors don’t make house-calls?
May 7, 2009

One morning during Advent I came to the realization that doctors do still make house calls! In Sanctuary the rule is that whoever wakens and turns out first in the morning is responsible for putting on coffee. As it happened it was my turn to prepare the elixir to start the rhythm of the day.

The pot was readied, and as I was about to pour the first cup of Kick Ass java for the day, I was distracted by a scraping sound. I opened the back door, stuck my head around the door frame to see Doctor Sarah and her two sons busily scraping the previous night’s snow from my stairs and walkway. I hollered a greeting and a thank you. Doctor Sarah’s response was to pick up a bag hanging on the front door knob and she handed it to me saying, “I was at home making bread and thinking about all that you and Joy do  in our community. I just wanted to say thanks.” I peeked into the bag to find a still warm loaf of fresh bread made by the hands of one of our community’s physicians. A house call in deed!

I was reminded of this story today when meeting a friend who works in the gift shop at the local hospital. She shared with me the following story.

“This morning, the dogs began barking near the front door.” said Becky. “I looked out the window and all I could see was a van in the driveway that I didn’t recognize. I settled the dogs and went out the back door to find Doctor Sarah coming up the walk with a basket of flowers.”

Sarah passed the flowers to me saying she had seen me helping at the concert last night; that she sees me wherever people need help. She just wanted to say thank you. What a wonderful house call.”

Prayers of hope…
July 21, 2008

Today my friend Ken begins his first bout of chemotherapy. He has been in the forefront of my thoughts as we edge closer to today. I am reminded, too, that I haven’t checked in with Katja since her last cancer surgery. Today’s prayer is for them and for all who are troubled with illness. This Prayer for Healing is from our First Nation’s Tradition.

Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.

Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.

Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.

Source:  http://1stholistic.com/default.htm

Migwetch                               GRB