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Everyday Miracles

 

My friend Kayla Finlay is a walking, talking miracle. Having healed from cancer and lost children to miscarriage and watching another  of her five children face challenges with a condition called Gardner Syndrome, which is a form of cancer, it truly amazes me that she is able to remain ‘sane and vertical’. In addition, she has a healing practice in which she serves both two legged and four legged clients. Not only that, but she had written a book called Twelve Bowls: A Teaching In Consciousness which encourages readers to nourish their souls as well as their bodies. A more recent accomplishment is that two of her stories appears in Bernie Siegel’s newest release A Book of Miracles.  The way that unfolded is a miracle unto itself and Kayla shared it this past Sunday at a service at Circle of Miracles.

She offered the words of Walt Whitman as a prelude to her presentation.

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim–the rocks–the motion of the waves–the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?


 

When Bernie’s first book called Love, Medicine and Miracles was relased in the 1980′s Kayla was drawn to it because of her own cancer diagnosis. She felt that Bernie was speaking directly to her with the words he had penned. She contacted him and they maintained a from a distance friendship over the years. When she was writing her book, she emailed Bernie to ask if he would write the cover endorsement. His initial response was that his schedule would likely not allow for him to meet her request. Persistence won out as Kayla assured him that it would likely only take two hours to read, he agreed. Two and a half hours later, she received the emailed quote from Bernie that graces the cover of her book. Then within short order, he contacts her and tells her he is completing a book with miracle stories submitted by others and he asks her to contribute.  She inquires about deadline and he responds that now is the time. Kayla rises to the occasion and that night sends in two stories that are now part of this wondrous book that takes readers on a miracle ride.  A miracle indeed.

Although this is not one of the stories in the book,  Kayla shared a true to life tale about an experience she had in which earth angels appeared at the perfect time.

 

 

Everyday
Angels

Recognizing
the Angels among us

In late December my son, who has a rare disease called Familial Adenomatous Polyposis/Gardner Syndrome, needed to get to a local hospital for a blood transfusion due to internal bleeding caused by complicationsof his “quality of life altering” disease.

He has been blessed with numerous miracles within the contextof a very serious disease for which presently there is no cure.  We are no strangers to hospital settings since his diagnosis 13 years ago, but we have learned to make sure we have the most knowledgeable and experienced doctors in the field of Gastroenterology in our corner.

We usually go to Fox Chase Cancer Center, and now more recently Temple University Hospital where we have followed his doctor during his relocation. However, when it became apparent my son required an immediate transfusion, it made more sense to take him to a local hospital where he had received his last transfusion only months earlier.

Upon his arriving at the Emergency Room, the attending Gastroenterologist encouraged my son to agree to have some invasive scopes, something he would normally do with his specialist in endoscopic surgery in Philadelphia. When you have a rare disease, you are always a curiosity to local doctors, so it’s not unusual for them to solicit your case. As they persisted, my son’s logic won out and he felt it made sense to have the scopes tended to while he was already admitted.

One of the main reasons for my son’s medical stability in what is usually an unstable diagnosis, is the wisdom we have learned about making sure he gets his care at a Medical Center of Excellence and is tended to by doctors who are the best in their field and who have experience with this rare disease, which is a form of hereditary colon cancer.

However, my son is now an adult, and I respect his choices regarding his health care and surveillance, so I deferred to his inner voice, even though my own was telling me to discharge him from this local hospital and take him to Temple University Hospital to his specialist.

To share the cliff notes version, he informed the local hospital doctors that he has special needs when it comes to anesthesia.  He has the reverse reaction to many sedatives and through trial and error, has learned there is a specific combination of sedation that is the only one that works well enough to permit a safe, invasive scoping procedure.  However, on this particular morning in December, when he was down in the procedure room, the doctors joked and laughed about his “special” sedative needs, stating, they would use what they always do for other patients and that he would be fine.  No matter how my son insisted, they dismissed his concerns and information, and finally just did it their way.  True to form, the sedatives didn’t work, and they had to abort the procedure mid-stream, which was not beneficial to my son in any way.

When they finally brought him up to his room from recovery, he was “out of it” for hours.  It was during
this time that I decided to find the cafeteria in order to get some tea and some lunch.  Seeing my son in this state
due to a botched procedure was taking its toll, and I thought a walk and some nourishment would help to ground and balance me a bit.

Being unfamiliar with this particular hospital, I asked directions to the cafeteria, which turned out to be in the basement in rather an out of the way location.  I know I was feeling tired and stressed, mostly from feeling like I had failed my son by not convincing him or insisting that he leave this hospital and have his procedures done with his specialist in Philadelphia.

As I was in the elevator heading down to the cafeteria, I suddenly felt very much alone.  When the elevator door opened, at first glance it felt like I must have been on the wrong floor.  As I paused for a second
before walking off the elevator, I noticed a petite African woman who seemed to be dressed in housekeeping garb.  She
looked at me, stopped what she was doing and immediately walked over to me,asking me (with a foreign accent I couldn’t identify) if she could help me

I told her I was looking for the cafeteria, and she took me by the arm, and said, “I’ll walk you there myself.”  There was such kindness and love radiating from her that seemed out of place in this hospital after our negligent procedure of the morning.

As we turned down a long hallway, she called out to another woman who was dressed in professional business clothing and who was walking across the end of the hallway. She said, “Would you mind showing this lovely lady to the cafeteria for me?”  I thanked her and she told me to “have a blessed day.”

When I reached the intersecting hallway, I was greeted by a radiant African American woman who immediately reached out and hugged me! She exclaimed, “I know you!” I searched her face for some clue as to who she might
be, wondering why I wasn’t recognizing someone who very clearly thought she knew me.  I suggested perhaps we crossed paths the last time my son was admitted for a blood transfusion, but she insisted that she “knew” me in some other way.  Then she looked at me and said quietly in a very gentle voice, “I know you. You know God.”

In my increasing awareness that something very unusual was happening here, I agreed with her that I did indeed “know” God.  Then she turns to me as we are walking towards the cafeteria, and says, “I met a woman the other day here, and she gave me a coin which had a picture of a holy woman on it.  It is your face! That is how I know you!”

At this point, all I could do was mutter that we all have a likeness of ourselves somewhere in the world, and then I thanked her for walking me to the cafeteria.  She turned to me and hugged me again, and as she pulled away, looked me directly in the eyes and said, “I love you. I hope your son gets well soon.”

As I entered the cafeteria, I felt as if I was transported to some world other than the hospital I was in. I barely recall what I ordered, orhow long I remained there.

I recall wanting to get back up to my son’s room in the hopes he had come out of the fog of incorrect sedatives and we could talk about getting him out of this hospital.  The entire walk back to his room, all I could think about was the surreal greeting, care and love shown to me by these two women, at a time when I was feeling so alone.

In fact, I typed an email on my cell phone to my dearest friend telling her all about this very unusual experience.  By the time I had arrived back to my son’s room, he was beginning to awaken although being very groggy still.  It was then that he began to recall and tell me the story of his traumatic intersection with the doctors and the botched
procedure.  I told him that in the morning, we would get him out of there and I would take him to his specialist.

The next morning I arrived bright and early to begin the discharge process.  We had filed a complaint with the director of Pastoral Care, who when he heard the story, expressed his concern about how unconscionable it was for doctors not to listen to the patient.  The attending nurse was being rude, because she knew we had filed a complaint.  We knew we needed to gather up all of the pertinent medical records from the moment he was admitted to when we were leaving the hospital, and we were told the records would be waiting for us down in the medical records office.

When I offered to go to retrieve them, I was told that someone would bring them up to my son’s room.  By
this time, my friend had arrived to give us a ride home. He was standing at the foot of my son’s bed talking with him, while I was packing up my laptop.  Suddenly, I hear a woman’s voice say, “It’s YOU! And this must be your son?” I turn around and find myself face to face with the woman who walked me to the cafeteria and who declared that “she knew me.”

She sets the papers down and walks up to me, throwing her arms around me with a hug that rivaled most others, while telling me she loves me, and offering blessings of health for my son.  Anyone observing would have thought we were long, lost sisters who had just found each other!

In this huge hospital, with hundreds of employees, this “angel” found and touched me twice in two days. There are no words to describe the love, caring and compassion that flowed from both of these women who reached out to me.  Truthfully, I have never felt such radiant love from total strangers before.  Even as I type this, I am reminded that there are no such things as “strangers.”  Once you meet someone, they are no longer a stranger.

I never got these women’s names.  I asked the nurses at the desk who they were, and none of the nurses knew.  I was relieved to have my son and dear friend witness at least the second greeting, for there was a part of me that almost felt as if my experience down in the basement of the hospital while seeking the cafeteria, might have been a vision of sorts.

During what was a traumatic and negligent hospital stay, I was touched by angels and reminded of the healing power of a smile, an outreached hand, and a kind word.

 

www.kaylafinlay.com

http://youtu.be/bDST8obBfjQ Ordinary Miracles by Barbra Streisand

http://youtu.be/m4j_wrmpMnU  Ordinary Miracle by Sarah McLachlan

                                                                                                                                         



  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Laura

    Kayla SHOULD speak as beautifully as she did about miracles. She’s mine.

  • http://www.noahsarkconsulting.blogspot.com Debbie Wilson

    God Lead the Way it Seems

    There had been three important people very close to me,
    That had died several years ahead of me that I got to see.

    Some call it a near death experience, it occasionally happens when we die,
    I got a hug from all three, yet they told me I must come back and said good-bye.

    I remember telling them how tired I was, they said that they already knew,
    They told me there were very important things God still needed me to do.

    I felt disappointment as I had to tell them good-bye yet once again,
    The difference in color in the grass, flowers and trees confirmed where I had been.

    I called my son and shared the amazing experience, there was no doubt in his mind,
    My prayers have since then been “God show me your way”, and make sure I am kind.

    My prayers have been more than answered in a way I could have never dreamed,
    Life on this earth, was a duty , a calling, and God lead the way is how it has seemed.

    God let me be born and live an almost unbelievable life on this place called earth,
    Most say my biography would have to be written as fiction, if that tells you my worth.

    It tells me why I was chosen to learn a lot about life’s harshness and broken dreams,
    But God allowed me to come back from two brain injuries to write to you it seems.

    So I keep writing guided by a spiritual presence, hoping to help you see the light,
    The light is there, even when you cannot see it or even feel it shining very bright.

    There is a heaven, just like there is hell, I know this as a fact so please hear me well,
    There is nothing you cannot overcome, just do your best until you hear the final bell.

    There are days that are so very discouraging, I am familiar with those days too,
    But I was sent back to give you a message, God is real and has things he wants you to do.

    by:
    Debbie Wilson
    01-15-2012
    http://www.noahsarkconsulting.blogspot.com
    Debbie Wilson’s Family Brain Injury Blog

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