[Dialogue] Fw: Epiphany Greetings (with apologies for duplication)

[Margaret Helen Aiseayew]

Dear, dear ones,

I cannot begin to thank you adequately for all of the encouragements, and good thoughts and healing wishes, energy and light sent my way.  The surgery (a week ago yesterday) went very well.  The drains are out.  The staples (over 90) have been removed. Swelling is moderate. Some cancer cells were found in some of the lymph nodes and no cancer cells were found in some, so what will come is waiting for the oncology set to weigh in later in the week.   I just wanted you to know that I am doing well and feeling surrounded by circles of love and care.

I also felt compelled to comment on epiphany.  Those who cannot tolerate graphic images should delete now.  Everyone says that a cancer patient must be informed, be their own best advocate, read and research all that they can, etc.  I have taken this advice from many very seriously, looking up word after word trying to make sense of the pathology reports especially.  Since I did not opt for reconstruction, the surgery removes the breast through elliptical (football shaped sort of) incisions that are brought together with the hope that you will eventually be flat once all the swelling goes down.  The pathology reports all the pieces that are received in great detail including the skin attached on the major breast pieces.  Even the not completely healed incision from the lumpectomy was carefully described on the right breast.  There is a gross description, the micro description and the diagnostic description.

In summary, the pathology report said that my nipples were unremarkable.  I am sorry to report to the medical professionals that they have missed the mark completely.  It would be alright if they were to comment that the nipples were normal or average or properly colored or not inverted or millions of other descriptive terms or phrases, but they are not unremarkable.  These nipples (and those of the majority of other women who have had to have them removed) channeled milk to my children.  These nipples were sensitive to the feel of every kind of material that touched them.  They held the most wonderful nexus of nerve endings that would send messages clear to my toes.  They would react before the rest of my body to both temperature and danger. They provided comfort not only in feeding my children but also in comforting my grandchildren and probably were a part of the sense of comfort extended to hundreds of others through open arms, through hugs, as the foundation of a shoulder to cry on.  If you can describe a woman's nipple as unremarkable, I doubt that you would recognize an epiphany if it pulled the rug right out from under your feet.  This is someone who is undoubtedly lacking the capacity to recognize miracles, and surely unwilling to name their name.  Saddest of all, even if they had some rare inkling of the manifestation of essence or meaning, they would probably fail to share it.  Perhaps this is central to the many crises of faith in our time.  If people are not willing to name the name of miracles that surround us daily, if they are embarassed by the awesome wonder of their belief system whatever it is, the story dies here and now.  Paradigm shifts go unrecognized and unreported.  New consciousness never travels beyond the one and critical mass becomes impossible to attain.

This stream of reflection implies to me that Epiphany is more important than ever.  Each and every time we experience it, we need to shout it from the rooftops.  I pray this day that you have a glorious Epiphany.  Grace and Peace, Margaret
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