One out of three

I'm not sure what constitutes a good baseball batting average, but I'd be willing to guess that .333 is acceptable. Well, one out of three isn't good enough for me. I needed to know we were batting a thousand. Three friends stood up to their medical fears this week and only one came away with a clean bill of health.

My friend Susan had a biopsy and learned that her cancer is back. While no adventure with cancer is one to cheer, this one sounds like it has the potential to be extremely unpleasant.

My friend Eunice went into her biopsy with her doctor's assurance that things looked negative on all the advance tests, and that her biopsy was more of a final "rule out." Instead, tonight she sits in the ICU missing a good bit of her left lung.

Steve was the only one who beat the odds. His cardiologist saw something he didn't like in the tests, an apparent major blockage in one of the arteries leading into Steve's heart. So they snaked a tiny camera up from his groin and when they got the heart, the blockage was gone. Steve said the doctor was quite surprised... and very pleased.

Steve said a friend told him that when she practiced her reiki, she felt the presence of other people sending him positive energy. I don't understand the ways of reiki, but she told Steve that those who were praying sort of "willed" the blockage out of his heart. He's taking a second look at the power of positive thinking a prayer.

Whatever happened, it's one bit of good news I hoped to hear this week. I just wish it had been good news all the way around.

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