I’ve just walked into the Doctor’s Surgery, let the ladies know my name and taken the only seat left. It is a big waiting area and it is full of sick people and their friends and family. Looking around I wonder how long I will have to wait and immediately regret not taking the earlier appointment. The woman I sit down next to has an awful cough which she is trying her hardest to supress, but to her disappointment and mine, it’s not working.
My doctor’s clinic is a large family medical centre and often whilst I am waiting to see him I will watch ambulance staff carry a patient out who requires further and more intense care than can be given by the practice, but all seems quiet on that front today. The ladies at the desk are always busy making appointments, booking referrals, calming patients, liaising with the doctors and basically running the place.
I look over to my right and there is a young mum breastfeeding her new born baby, she has her own mother along for support. I hope everything is alright. I can hear someone else making large groans, but I don’t look up to find the owner of the groans, my instinct tells me it is not a child. To my left are the few people waiting for their blood to be syringed out of them so they can be relieved with good news about their health, or burdened with bad news, either way, hope is still in their hearts. Out from seeing the doctor walks another young mum with her new born baby in a carrier which she places on the floor directly in front of me whilst she signs her paperwork. It takes me straight back to when my own children were that size, in my mind, not that long ago. The lady with the horrendous cough returns to the desk after seeing her doctor, hopefully he can make her feel a little better. We are all here with that same hope.
I am here for a miracle cure, that as far as I know does not yet exist, yet I still hold hope. I have been looking for a cure for my back injury for thirteen years now, I still hold hope. My doctor is relatively new to this clinic and he was recommended to me by a close friend. After my first visit to him, I was restored with hope, and although that first meeting was over three months ago, I still have faith that together we will find a way for me to live more comfortably, it may not be a miracle cure, but I certainly live with hope these days.
My hope for you is that if you too are looking for a miracle cure, have faith, have patience and of course, look after yourself on the inside – eat well, exercise, meditate, do yoga, whatever it takes.