A Mother’s Love Never Dies

The last patient on my morning list had been booked in as an emergency on the advice of the police following an alleged drug rape. Mary was in her late forties and had a stable, happy marriage with two teenage daughters. She rarely socialized, but she had recently attended a colleague’s bachelorette party and had woken up in a hotel bedroom the following morning, having had her drink spiked. I felt very sorry for Mary since she was clearly distraught. When I checked her details, she suddenly burst into uncontrollable sobs, crying out, “I wish my mother was with me.”

The moment the words left Mary’s mouth, I became aware of an apparition to my right that appeared like an avenging angel. Within seconds, I felt another consciousness overshadowing me, and I knew it was Mary’s mother. “I am sure she is with you, Mary,” I said. Then, without knowing how I knew, I said, “She died of breast cancer, didn”t she?” Mary stopped sobbing and asked how I knew about her mother’s cancer, Not knowing what to say for fear the truth might make Mary feel even worse, I waffled on about breast cancer being a common cause of death. Mary looked at me suspiciously, but luckily, my lovely nurse Pam came in to help me get Mary onto the examination couch. As I was about to pass a vaginal speculum to take the necessary swabs Mary asked Pam if I was psychic. Of course, Pam knew that I was, but she side-stepped the question by asking how old Mary’s mum was when she died.

“64.” Mary said.

“No.” I said, aware that Mary’s mother was now hovering above my right shoulder. “She was 65.”

“No,” Mary repeated, sounding annoyed. “She was my mother, and I know she was 64.”

“I don’t care who she was, she was 65 when she died.’ I said confidently, knowing that Mary’s mother had been speaking through me.

“Come, come, ladies, don’t argue,” Pam intervened before asking Mary for her mother’s birthdate and the date she had died.

I was correct. Mary had miscalculated. I continued the tests in silence. When we had finished, Mary rose from the couch, half-naked, and embraced me before dressing.

I then told Mary that I was a spiritual healer and I believed her mum was actually with her at that moment. Since it was the end of the clinic, I offered Mary some energy healing, gently laying my hands on her shoulders for a few minutes. “Do you have any children?” Mary asked when the brief session was over.

“No,” I replied.

“You have now,” she pronounced as she hugged me tightly.

Later that day, Pam confided that Mary had told her that she had entered the clinic surrounded by darkness and had left surrounded by light.
I felt blessed.