The Truth Wagon
Mark56 20120203

Now hearken back to days of yore
when wagons labored with pull of horse
to carry forward the things of life
from places unknown so far and wide.

Then every now and once again
a wagon would halt gate of a home to everyone's ken
this wagon at once beautiful and terrible within
was drawn by such perfect steeds, white stars on their heads.

The spirit inside of the Wagon of Truth
would carry potential to wield means to loose
some lips long sealed shut, oh their secrets thus held
and set upon them, truth to set free, family spirits to heal.

Set loose, some words wrenched from deep in the heart
seemed easily would tear spirits apart
as the steeds stood uneasy, matched pairs, eyes in fear
they knew hard work was going on ever so near.

For the spirit of truth breaking open the hearts full of dread
was carrying out much healing, none dead
but cries and some screams could be heard in the house
as the spirit of truth moved inside about.

Each person within was touched, none were spared
for they carried within sick memories and cared
that if loosed from within they might damage without
and work harm to them or to others no doubt.

Thus the spirit of truth set to work hard on these
who attempted to hold tight to secrets, "NO! Please!
these spirits of people so bound in their world
of fear choked on feelings long pressed down, entwirled.

Release them, these secrets, the spirit of truth heard to say
so the spirit may heal at the end of the day
give truth in full measure, hold not to the past
hold secrets too tightly, for breath you will gasp.

The work was so hard with each dweller of house
from the oldest of old to the youngest whose mouth
could scarcely form words to release things within
but the spirit of truth would not leave lest there be truth here again.

At last when it seemed all this work was in vain
secrets came forth, emerged, so the truth came like rain
and the spirits which had held fast to the secrets were freed
to be self once again grasping truth, glad indeed.

When the spirit of truth was restored to the house
the atmosphere lightened within and without
all the people within restored, happy again
and it seemed flowers bloomed outside, fragrant bouquets of them.

No one noticed the Truth Wagon pulling away
and the horse team of four were now settled underway
so the spirit of truth had done good work therein
all were purged of the tragedies held deep within.


Now why did the spirit inspire me with this one just now? Perhaps it was as Rae points out, it would feel good just to let someone know the DAMAGE THEY HAVE DONE. Oh, how I have wanted to stop a certain surgeon who practices out of ######### and give him a piece of my mind as I lean on cane or am in wheelchair most likely because he refused to treat when my body was demanding it. How I hate being discriminated against by one of the medical brethren because of my profession. It would be darn near like the "concentration camps" of the USA during WW II wherein Asians were placed for fear of their appearance. No doubt many of them harbored bitterness toward "their" country as I have harbored bitterness against a surgeon who would not touch a lawyer.

So, how to release the bitterness, the anger, the desire to strike out not only at the surgeon but the illegal alien who precipitated the wreck which changed my life. God had to enter this scarred heart of mine to purify. He sent the Truth Wagon for me. The spirit was cleansed from within. I no longer harbor a desire to harm someone for working or by omission allowing harm to befall me. I had to let go.

Were Fiona here she could apply an appropriate term of dx to the phenomenon of releasing/forgiving/catharsis one must pass through as they grieve a harmed or ruined body. Anger must be set aside and replaced with a spirit of joy. I found that, frankly, in reaching out to others to help whenever, and wherever I can. It is why I write so much on here, because a hurting world is a needful world.

I reckon I might be slammed by the Gods of Off Topic, but, Rae, now we have come full circle. Now Brent, I am sorry if I hijacked your thread, but recognition of physicians as mere humans is cathartic in a way. Their opinions we don't always appreciate. Each must gain our trust, and we must have hope they may help us.

Your case, Brent, is indicated by two opinions conflicting. In the law, my solution for multiple conflicting opinions has been to seek yet a third, in case it might align and bolster one or the other. This is why sometimes boards of arbitrators are sets of three individuals, mid-level courts of appeal are panels of three, and so forth.

Were I confused with a two opinion scenario, I would be asking my gatekeeper doc in charge of my case for a third opinion as a means to support one course over another. This is ALL about patients making informed consent bound decisions regarding their care. Also, were I you, Brent, I would pray.

And so I will for you,
Mark56