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Writer's pictureJoy Manson

A Happy Medium

Several days before I fell and broke my hip, I consulted a medium.


I was making arrangements to scatter my mom’s ashes. She was a member of a spiritualist church and I was hoping the minister would speak at the informal, outdoor ceremony. She agreed. She turned out to be a medium as well and offered to do a reading. I thought, why not?


My mother used to visit a medium every year or so. Always the same woman. My upcoming reading would be only my second foray into the occult. Way back in 1998, I convinced my friend Cathy to come with me to one of those psychic fairs. I had recently been diagnosed with MS and was open to some supernatural guidance and a little fun. Cathy needed a break from the demands of caring for her youngest son, who had a neuromuscular disorder.


I found out that, in a previous life I had been a village idiot. Who goes to a psychic and gets told something like that? Only me. When I stopped laughing, she continued seriously. She explained that I made my living by doing things for other villagers. I wasn’t stupid, but I didn’t charge enough for my services. They assumed I was dumb because of it. The moral of the story? Never sell myself short.


Fast-forward to October 2021. This medium tells me I’m going to get a new doctor. My family doc closed his office recently, when I became one of more than 40,000 New Brunswickers who need one. I’m happy to hear this news because it means I won’t languish on the waiting list for years the way some people do.


I have specialists up the ying-yang. Here’s my current motley crew: a physiatrist (physical medicine and rehab), a neurologist, a cardiologist and a psychologist. Think of me as being the hub in the middle of a wheel. After all, I AM the centre of the universe. The specialists are the spokes on the wheel who keep me strong and rolling along. The family doctor is a vital part in the centre with me, making sure everything is connected and my wheel doesn’t fall off.


As things turned out, my new doctor is an orthopedic surgeon, not what I had in mind at all. I guess the universe gives and takes in mysterious ways. It makes me wonder what the medium saw when she did my reading. Did she foresee a terrible accident and tried to soften the blow? In general, how do people with psychic abilities deliver bad news?


During the reading she said my mother, father, sister and my mom’s second husband all came forward and were keeping an eye on me. With four angels in my corner, perhaps that explains why I didn’t have multiple injuries and recovered so easily.


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