I do my best not to write anything negative on my blog. Every time I have done that, it has come back to bite me. But today I am so angry that I could spit. So here goes my story of this afternoon.
I had to go to Chapala for my blood tests. A very handsome man about my age got on the bus and sat next to me. He said he had only been here for two months and he asked me where Mirasol was located. I thought, this is promising. Handsome man, sitting next to me, wanting directions. I said, I will let you know when we get to your stop. I was feeling very important to be able to help him.
Now I KNOW where Mirasol is located. I have house sat there twice. But he started getting me so upset that I became totally disoriented. Either I missed his stop or took him past it. I don't know which. I was too confused. I told him to get off the bus and ask someone else..... I hope I made him walk for many many blocks.
This is the crux of our conversation while he was sitting next to me. He said, I am a healer and I am going to help a woman in Mirasol.
Wow, handsome AND a healer. How lucky could I get? So I said, I am having my thyroid removed on the third. He then launched into this horror story of a woman friend who had her thyroid removed. It was cancerous. A few weeks after it was removed she went to a different doctor and he said to her, Who butchered you?
The cancer at that point had spread throughout her entire body and within a few more weeks she was dead.
I said, Why are you telling me this? I don't want to hear this.
He said, Oh, I just wanted to tell you to ask questions. Get on the internet. Ask questions.
Did he think I was an idiot who would NOT ask questions? I ask questions about this problem night and day. I even ask questions in my sleep....... All of a sudden this handsome man had become very ugly to me. How could he tell me these things in good conscience? What was he THINKING?
I was so angry I didn't even know where we were in relationship to Mirasol. And so I told him to get off the bus and ask someone at the local store for directions.
I have another similar story of a retired nurse for an Orthopedic Surgeon who came to my casita right after I got home from the hospital for my broken ankle. I didn't even know her. She was a friend of a friend and she too started telling me horror stories. She said, You will NEVER walk normally again. You will have to either buy a car or a moped to get around. You will have pain the rest of your life. She went on like this for half an hour. I never saw that woman again. I never want to see her again.
I feel the same way about this other so called "healer". Isn't there something for healers that warns, DO NO HARM??? I have to tell you that when you start reciting all the terrible things that can happen to a person who is having surgery or who recently had surgery, that is doing a great deal of harm.......
Okay, so I got it off my chest. I think I will go out with friends this evening and have a few drinks......Who knows, it may be my last chance before I die of Cancer......