Amazing doctor.

"The truth is ugly but lies aren't any prettier.And the ones in between are pretty ugly. Yes, i made this up, but I'm not dead yet, so quote me later."Erm yeah that was my facebook status this morning. It sounded like either I had poisoned rhubarb for breakfast or someone stole my hairclip. Honestly, I've had unclassified X files mysteries of missing hairclips since I was 8. Maybe there's a bermuda triangle in my head.Oh what was I going to say again before my creepy cryptic evil twin took over? Heh. OH. I wanted to tell you a positive story that's by the way true as well. See my mother's operating surgeon and doctor is one of the best doctors in this part of the world. My mother has colon cancer and when I heard about his story, I decided it was too good a chance to miss up on it. I bet you raised some eyebrows when I made this absolutist statement about someone being the "best". Which brings me to a cringeworthy point of wanting to be politically correct for the sakes and interests of missives who are hiding in the bushes and waiting to pelt me with pebbles. My mother's operating surgeon is one of the best in this part of the world. Tsk. The man is admirable. Im sure all you Ivy League folks and recipients of post graduate degrees with accolades of praise worthy testimonials from hundreds of professors you've blackmailed are equally amazing. I mean, I have met numerous people who collect degrees as a fashionable hobby. But it's not everyday I meet a doctor who's lauded for having done multiple successful research into new discoveries and potential cures for this sort of cancer that's plaguing millions and robbing lives and happiness. Especially not when the doctor himself was diagnosed with a rarer form of the same disease at age 7. Yes, this dude was told he wouldn't be around to celebrate his 21st much less live to the great fifties in this day. And he IS a celebrated surgeon for intestines.The guy named himself after the ward he had lived in when he was a child. The guy is also a fierce spokesperson for optimism and positivity. His faith is pretty awe inspiring. I mean look if you and I were sick with that rare kind of disease at age 7, would we think decades later we would become presidents and scholarly surgeons? Okay, maybe you would since you are all immaculate and not as frisky as I am. But I'm a humpty dumpty, who got put together again by God.Oh no. Here comes her God theories.  Yes yes, it's here again. Wheeeeeeeeeeee. The man's faith in God did not go untested many times and stages in his life. But his experiences with death and hospitals made him more encouraging,patient and more sympathetic to the fears of his patients. Ever wondered why disease stricken people are also known as "patients?" I used to ponder about that. It seemed most unlikely that patients would be the number one advocates of the virtue, "patience" but here we are calling sick people patients all day. Maybe the hardest thing to do is always the most correct thing to do. And I guess our lovely doctor made it through his dark ages relying on the faith and trust that God will see him through. Being a doctor of the same ailment he had suffered is such a typical yet untypical rags to riches story. Except the rags and riches here are not determined by dollars and cents. Not a nickel will save you another breath even if you were an arabian prince. Believing is toughest when the circumstances shake their heads at you. Conceding defeat is ever so much simpler since with zero or minus expectations, no delirious accumulated well of hopes would come crashing down when you don't hope,don't dream don't want.I was like that. Except my cancer was depression. Only God and my long suffering friends and family knew how difficult it was to rise from the ashes. But as you hear it, you have it. Believing and having faith in a turnaround is always possible. This doctor's story is quite unbelievable. He really commands respect and his engaging ways and cheerful disposition is a relief off that sweaty brow of mine. Knowing my dearest mum-ty dumpty, (sorry mum, couldn't resist) is in safe hands and that is God's hands and further more said doctor's hands is such a safe load off the chest. OH it is. Surely now, you forgive me for my unrelenting sarcasm? Oh C'mon. I say "Whirl Peas!"  Ok I mean world peace. Have a great week you Oscar the grouches. What is this resentment towards Mondays anyway? It's Monday uh... say Woo Hoo ....!Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. 

Kahlil Gibran XOXO