SERENDIPITY OR PROCRASTINATION --- SURGERY POSTPONED

In my Agust 16th posting, I shared that the search for my voice was culminating in surgery scheduled for September 6th  - now less than a week away. No question I am ready to restore some depth and tone to my flaccid vocal chord. No doubt that I want to be able to communicate regardless of my surroundings. And no illusions that after10 months I will wake up one morning having undergone a spontaneous recovery. So what happened, my friends are asking? (Their masqueraded way of telling me I’m procrastinating).

As I don’t believe in coincidences, I am choosing to call “what happened” a serendipitous and even a synchronistic event. I’ll go one step further and even proclaim it a fortuitous one, without knowing the outcome. So, here’s what happened.

A few weeks ago while visiting a friend in Dodgeville, Wisconsin, of all places, I ran into a high powered, successful business acquaintance I had met many years earlier. Her name is Sharon also. I remembered her as being someone engaging, provocative and an inner seeker – someone on the path of self discovery.  During those years apart she had gone through a brutal divorce (her words), sold her business (had operated healthcare facilities), gotten re-married (to a good guy this time) and had twins, now four years old (through a surrogate). Sharon was in her mid fifties.

As if that wasn’t enough, Sharon went on to announce that she had also during this time, been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, Many would have taken this news as a death sentence. Her story is why I am on my way to Ohio this week-end instead of Mass General Hospital next week.

Sharon refused to accept the dire medical prognosis. She researched a great deal and sought alternative protocols, ultimately pursuing what (for lack of a more informed reference) I will call “frequency” healing - the field of sound and vibration . Sharon sought out and worked with an amazing pioneer in the field. She no longer has a brain tumor.

When Sharon heard my voice, my story and my surgical plans she urged me to get in touch with the practioner she had worked with who was located two hours south of Columbus Ohio - not an easy jog from Boston. She cautioned me not to get disheartened because I might not get an appointment for some time, and even then I might only get to see an associate. I waited a week - or two, not quite sure what to do with this new information. I was intrigued by it, uninformed about it, and yet at the highest level, receptive and drawn to it.

As the day for my pre-op neared (I admit a little procrastination here), I called the company and more or less pleaded with the receptionist, Michelle, for an appointment. I hardly came up for air – a challenge with my condition - but I didn’t want to leave room for her to say no if I paused.  I told her that my friend Sharon urged me to call and that I had imminent surgery scheduled; I punctuated my case with the promise to camp out, if need be, and be slipped in when an opportunity arose. I faxed a three page heartfelt letter with the appointment application and a release form. My request was fulfilled; I am now on my way to Ohio.

There is no downside as far as I am concerned. This will be an adventure; I’ll meet someone extraordinary and will learn something new. If that is all that happens I will feel fortunate; more at peace that I pursued this modality and likely more at peace proceeding with the surgery, now re-scheduled for early October.

I am very trusting of my intuition in business - always have been. It has seldom let me down. When it comes to the more personal and self matters, however, let’s say I have not been as tuned-in on that plane. As I have gotten older I have become more connected with myself and more trusting. I am more attentive, more attuned and more intentional about just about everything. I have come to believe that I cannot change the events that happen in my life, but I can choose how I want to be in relationship with them. It is after all, an “inside job.” On that note, I am following my gut to Ohio…to be continued.