A Mystery

I had a phone call one September day from a woman who said her eight month old grandchild was extremely ill with cancer and asked if I could help, I told her I would do my best. She informed me that it would be difficult for her daughter and son in law to come to me with the baby unless I could see them on a Sunday. My own daughter had just had a baby, so I knew how a Grandmother would feel, how devastating it would be if I were in her shoes. I told this lady this and said I would see a baby any day, even Christmas day.

The parents with their sick baby came to see me the following Sunday. The little dote looked like a normal eight month old, but had a growth on her neck which was cancerous. Doctors had told the parents that little S would live for only three months, the parents were of course devastated and certainly not looking forward to Christmas.

I held the child on my lap with one hand over the lump and the other on her chest, as one does. The baby was totally content to sit on my lap, not at all surprised that I, a stranger was carrying her. I was the one who was surprised, because where I had my hand on her chest I also felt a cancerous growth. When I asked the parents ‘What is this on her chest’ they told me she was born with a cancerous growth that had wound itself around her organs and nothing could be done about it. I was actually more surprised by their acceptance of this fact and wondered why they assumed I could help with the growth on her neck and not even mention her chest.

As I was doing healing on S’s neck, I thought the lump which was the size of a table tennis ball, was getting smaller, I mentioned this and the Father came over and started feeling the lump. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but the baby didn’t seem to mind. The Father said it actually was getting smaller. I decided if it was getting smaller then I would continue, which I did, the Father feeling it regularly.

When the lump was no more than the size of a gob smacker and wouldn’t shrink anymore. So I eventually stopped. This was about an hour or more later. The parent and baby left and I assumed I would hear from them again soon, but I didn’t.



I had oftened wondered how the baby was. I was watching my own adorable Grandson grow and develop and felt very sorry for this family, especially at Christmas that year.

A long time later I received a letter from a client I had not seen for a long time, asking for an appointment and telling me how grateful she and her family were that I had saved the life of a baby, a friend of the family’s. She went on to say that according to Doctors, the baby’s cancer had gone from malignant to benign and then totally vanished, in her neck and chest, a medical impossibility, they said.

What amazed me even more than this discovery was that I hadn’t heard anything from the parents at all, nothing until this note arrived. When I saw this client , I told her that I was just as surprised by the baby’s good health as was everyone else. I later received a call from the parents telling me that they assumed I already knew, they thought I knew before they left me that Sunday that their baby was going to be perfectly fine. They did tell me that they were asked if they had someone praying for Sorch, they said no, we took her to a healer in Clontarf, they were asked if I was extremely religious, they said no, she is as mad as a hatter. Which really amused me.



That wasn’t the end of this strange tale. A long time afterwards, about three years, for some unknown reason, I kept thinking about this child, wondering how she was. I just couldn’t get her out of my thoughts. I couldn’t remember the parents names, but looked through my cards and came across S’s index card, brought it down stairs and wondered what I would do about it. I spent three days looking at this card, couldn’t fathom what I would say if I did phone, because I didn’t know what I was doing. I have a golden rule, I never phone clients, if they want me they know where to find me. So what was I phoning them for.

After three days I plucked up the courage, decided to be honest and tell them I didn’t know why I was phoning and also telling them I was sorry but I couldn’t remember their first names. As sort of luck would have it, I thought, I was told that the parents were out for the evening, so I gratefully left a message to say that Catherine Campbell phoned, I thought now I have done that I can gladly forget it, if they remembered who I was then that was fine and if they didn’t that was also fine.

The next morning I received a call from S’s parents telling that me that for the second time I had saved their daughters life and asking me how I knew. I said knew what? They told me S had been in intensive care with meningitis, with absolutely no chance of her pulling through when the meningitis suddenly disappeared. When they returned home and learned that I had phoned, they said they knew before they even checked that my call coincided at exactly the same time as S’s meningitis mysteriously disappeared.

I did explain that I had absolutely no idea why I phoned, that I honestly had no idea that S was even ill, but my curiosity at my own strong compulsion to ring got the better of me.

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