the healer

 I avoid reading about disease etc. because in some ways I have PTSS about my years in practice, and it triggers me into depressive thoughts.Yes, I have treated thousands of people, and yes most of them I have helped, but at times the memories that haunt me are the few where something went wrong, and I blame myself (even though most of the time, it was not my fault).

This is, of course, a sign of depression. And the only way to get over it is to balance the accusing thought with another thought, of someone who one helped.

and I   pray for those involved

So on a chat site, someone put up a bible verse that said believe in Jesus and be saved (or go to hell)? As if it was that easy. Yes it is that easy, but it is the milk for babies level of faith, and one needs to grow and mature in God's care.

So I answered with two other verses that remind one that it is our deeds that prove our faith, and posted this picture.

yes that is one of those pictures by Filipino artist Joey Velasco.

And after I posted it, I felt peace: Because the painting summarizes why I became a physician: To help those who were sick, to bring comfort and relieve pain.

 Because in 50 years of being a healer, although the memories often accuse me of mistakes or to see only when unforseen things went wrong, nevertheless, I did help most of those I treated. And that is a comfortable thought.