THE WIZARD OF DR OZ

Recent articles have described the incredible energy and drive of Dr. Mehmet Oz.  As a fellow physician and part time writer I am blown away by all that he does in any given 24hour period.   His TV show, articles, guest appearances and continuing to practice and operate, and be a husband and father–wow!

 Apparently Oz has been extremely ambitious and driven for much of his life.  Not only has he achieved claim as a cardiovascular surgeon, but obtained his MBA while he was working towards his MD.

Some of his work has also included an exploration of spirituality, energy healing and mind body issues.

Oz would be someone I would love to sit down and have a drink with.

Unfortunately I doubt that he would have the time, even if he had the inclination. [I'm not sure if he does have a drink at times].

Dr Oz may reflect an extreme example of a phenomenon in which every second of life is filled to the bring with "useful" activity.  It is something that seems to have affected a great number of us.  Work, drive, achieve.  Now there is nothing innately wrong with great accomplishment.  Oz seems to have been born and bred for it.  But is it for everyone?

I wonder if our culture drives others to do what we are not really capable of doing.  And more importantly, just don't want to do it. Frustration, anxiety, even depression may result from the drive to just do more and  do it better.

What is getting lost in this drive to achieve, to not "waste" a moment in activity which does not move us forward to some goal, is the luxury of just living.

What happened to admiring someone who could "smell the roses"?  And what would modern day proponents of Dr Oz's lifestyle think about the poet /philosopher Henry David Thoreau.  He was known to spend days, weeks even months in quiet contemplation and writing.

There is an interesting distinction between "human beings" and "human "doings."  The "doings" may not feel like valid individuals unless they are constantly proving their value to others and to themselves through their activities.  

 Perhaps we should recognize that we are not all capable or inclined to be human "doings".  I hope there is still a place for us human "beings".

“DID SHE TWIRL HER RING ?”—Evidence For Life After Death ?

The following anecdote is true.  How can I be certain?  The Credibility Quotient to this experience is extremely high.  I know the woman who had the experience.  I also know she gains nothing by fabricating any of it.  I also know that she obtained true information regarding someone she never met while alive, after the woman's death. 

The back story is unfortunately tragic.  A twenty year old I'll call Lisa died in a car accident.  Her mother Joan [not real name] was a nurse at a hospital I attend.  Another woman Betty [not real name] has a long history of psychic awareness.  She is not trained in anyway, nor does she charge money for any psychic pronouncements.  Betty works at the hospital as a secretary.  She knows Joan for many years but never met Lisa.

Betty states that she was reluctant to enter Joan's home for the daughter's wake because  "I felt that Lisa would be there."  But Betty had no choice but to enter the home.  She told me that she immediately "saw" Lisa there.  She stated that she knew it was her from the pictures in the home.  She was also not entirely 'solid'.  She appeared agitated and Betty knew that she could not communicate with anyone there.

Of note was Lisa's incessant twirling of a ring on her finger.  It was clearly, according to Betty, associated with her agitated state.  She knew she would have to ask Joan if this was a personal trait of Lisa.  But not that night.

About two weeks later she approached Joan and privately and explained her perceptions that evening.  When she asked about the ring twirling, Joan gasped.  How could Betty possibly know that Lisa would twirl her ring when upset.

This obviously left Joan with mixed feelings.  Betty said she tried to reassure Joan that this happened frequently in sudden, unexpected deaths and that Lisa would soon come to understand what happened and find peace.

Betty stated that she believed that Joan was reassured by considering that Lisa's soul survived bodily death.

Is this evidence for life after death? 

 It is quite compelling and frankly leaves me with no other explanation for what I strongly believe to be a true experience.

A YOUNG MAN’S SUMMER’S EVE — a Poem

on a hot, muggy August night

as only the City can conjure up

I walk south on Fifth towards

Washington Square Park

the sweat threatens to blossom

across my forehead

a blond woman walks

 towards me

licking a large vanilla ice cream cone

as she nears she

tilts her head

her brown eyes touch mine

her blond hair hangs to one side

her pink tongue wraps itself

around the bottom

of the dissolving

white globe

that eve

HIS MEMORY–A Poem

his mind has flown

slipped on a frayed neuron

betrayed by  neuroproteins

skidding  across the lake of memories

like a flat stone

whose bounce describes

 

ever expanding waves 

but a memory is like a particle

it emerges

 from a probability of possibilities

so when  captured

it becomes now

 

but now is a fossil

petrified and alone

stuck in a coagulum of amyloid

recalling the past

as if it is the only

present

 

IBS as CRYING BOWEL SYNDROME

IBS known to most as Irritable Bowel Syndrome might just as well be called CBS  Crying Bowel Syndrome.  Having treated thousands of patients over the past thirty years with IBS I have heard the cries, some overt, others silent that underlie this condition.

From an evolutionary perspective, we inherited the tendency to empty our bowels when faced with immediate, imminent danger. In order to escape our prey, our ancestors evolved to relieve our bodies of the need to digest food.  The goal was to provide all needed blood supply to our muscles in order to escape predation.

The cry was that of fear.  That fear remains with us.  Our lives are filled with it.  What's worse it often occurs on a subconscious level.  We may not be aware of how frightened and hurt we are.  Our conscious minds may even deny it–to others and to ourselves.

Many times I have questioned a patient with IBS regarding stress.  Frequently they will admit the source of stress.  Often they will deny any "extra" stress or insist that they can "deal" with it.

My favorite response, "maybe you believe you are dealing with it, but your bowels are telling us both something different".

In effect our bowels are speaking our truth.  The fear and sadness with effects many will manifest in one organ which has a "mind of its own"  our guts.

It is not an exaggeration to speak of the "brain in the gut".  There are more neurons in our digestive system than the entire spinal cord and with it an equally enormous amount of serotonin.

When we experience emotional and psychological stress, it is often our bowels that cry out for help.  The first step toward healing is to recognize that a problem exists.  You can't miss it–it won't let you!