. . . for now. My recent PET scan came back clear, which officially puts me in remission! Having been there before in my cancer journey I know it can be a temporary condition. But then, all life is a temporary condition and I’m thankful for every day I get.
I’m on a cycle of Rituxan chemo every six months, with the next round coming up in January. I ascribe my improvement to the drug and a healthier diet. I suspect prayer plays a part and I appreciate all I can get. I still can’t pray for myself very well: My head gets in the way of my heart.
In The Devil’s Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce has the following definition: “Pray – to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.” This strikes me as accurate, as far as it goes. Cause and effect are hard-wired into creation (never mind quantum mechanics) and can’t be short-circuited.
What makes prayer work—when it does—is the act of God being God. Who is to tell him what he can and can’t do? Still, I doubt he tinkers nearly as often as we think, which makes me reluctant to ask.
What do you think?