I sat in prayer this morning at the bedside of a precious, kind, loving woman, who was sleeping soundly on the first morning after surgery for cervical cancer. She is a student of metaphysics; a woman who studies, prays, and meditates daily and who has been an active Unity member for a number of years.
She was struck with terror two weeks previously when, without any prior indication as to her physical diagnosis, her primary care physician had sent her to another doctor, who proposed several possible dates for surgery. Dumbfounded and puzzled, she asked, "Why in heaven's name do I need surgery?"
The doctor replied, "Didn't your primary care physician tell you why you were coming to see me?"