Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Signs from the universe

A Celtic knot:
Symbol of interconnectedness
It's been a real roller-coaster week. We met with the oncologist last Thursday to find out the results of mom's CAT scan for her pancreatic cancer. The doctor told us that the chemo she was on (the #1 chemo agent for her type of cancer) was not slowing the cancer down. So we are trying the #2 drug and are hoping - again.

This sad news came with the happy news that my sister is expecting her second child in May after multiple failed attempts. This time it's a girl. The baby was conceived the week my mom was diagnosed.

My interest in the theories/philosophies of Carl Jung led me to the concept of synchronicity. Though largely a theory of parapsychology, I've always thought of it as a way to understand the interconnectedness of seemingly unconnected events. In other words, not all events can be written off to coincidence.

I belong to a discussion group of people who are slowly getting used to my belief that a higher power (I use the term "universe" while others may choose the word "God") is at work. That doesn't mean they believe it, but I think they've begun to understand that it's my sincere belief - mystical though it might be.

When Lisa announced that she was pregnant, my first thought was "It's a girl." Not a replacement for mom because she cannot be replaced, but a reminder nonetheless that the cycle of life continues.

I spend a fair amount of time at night when I cannot sleep thinking about these connections. Within grief there is joy; within death there is life. To me, a belief that all events are random slams the door on life's lessons. If we can't or won't open ourselves up to the possibility that there is a greater truth, I wonder if we can we ever obtain a deeper understanding.

3 comments:

  1. Well it sure as hell wasn't planned--I'll give you that! :)

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  2. 3 weeks after Meghan was born, my Mother-in-law was diagnosed with terminal cancer. For he next three weeks, we lived in a strange juxtaposition of new beginnings and ending. When Meghan was 6 weeks old, my MIL passed away. My memories of rocking and walking with my newborn are of being in that sacred place, between life and death, joy and grief. And I know that it wasn't just me, Meghan had no shortage of people willing to walk with her during those difficult weeks. Meghan's presence was a gift to all of us, to ease the pain that we were feeling. I hope your your new niece can help bring that bit of peace to you and your family in the months to come.

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  3. Joan, that is a great story and told very well. I always knew Meghan was special. Now I have an even greater understanding of why.

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