Steve Nolan

I will not be going to see the mummified head of Saint Catherine. Nor will I go to Lourdes, Jerusalem or Bethlehem. Unless it is Pennsylvania and I can find healing in a cup of coffee served by a struggling waitress. I won’t be traveling half way round the world seeking the miracle cure but I will see the local shaman, consider the recommended acupuncture, take every suggestion from family and friend at least semi-seriously — the green tea, the ginseng, the ginger, the vitamin C and D; ingest only things organic. I will remain polite to each helpful, loving gesture and accept at least half of them as I walk the ridgepole between herbalist and oncologist, the medicine men with rosaries or white lab coats.I want to welcome every good wish and blessing but I will not be coerced or seduced by experimental treatments, statistics translated as conventional wisdom, if it doesn’t match my version of common sense.

What I will do is take the supplements offered by my wife, feel her fingertips in the palm of my hand, make eye contact with her just before I swallow, remembering that moment before ingesting the communion wafer, (wars are fought over that moment — the debate between miracle or placebo), fix my eyes on her so that I can see the light within — the same light that lights the whole universe.

This post was written and submitted by Steve Nolan. The article reflects the views of Nolan and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.

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