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Power of Prayer… October 13, 2009

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With my JS to All,

I thought I might share with you a meaningful incident that I experienced at work not so long ago. During our medical residency training, we are exposed to various different medical settings. During one of my rotations in the intensive care unit (ICU) I came across one critically ill patient and his wife. The patient was a fairly young, middle-aged gentleman that had developed a serious lung infection. Despite our best treatments including several days of very powerful antibiotics his illness progressed. The infection began seeding into his blood, and one by one, multiple organs began to fail. His breathing worsened, and he developed both heart and kidney failure. As such, he required to be placed on both a breathing machine and on dialysis (a machine that functions similar to the kidneys). Each morning he continued to worsen. According to his situation, our medical literature estimated the likelihood of his death to be almost 90%. However, considering his continued decline after therapy the mortality rate was likely even higher. Given the severity of the illness, there existed one last medication that could be offered to the patient (a special protein) that I thought should be used. This protein though required the approval of the infection disease specialists. The head doctors debated this and opted not to give the medication. They indicated that although it has been shown to be beneficial the medication was quite expensive. Moreover, given the patient’s very poor likelihood of survival, the medication may be of little benefit and would not be the best use of those resources.

I understood the reasoning, but I felt somewhat uncomfortable with the decision and wanted to offer the patient any additional chances that we could. The patient was actually under the care of another resident, but that night I was on call and remained in the hospital overnight overseeing all the ICU patients. Our medical team had discussed the patient possibly passing that night. When I went to go check on the patient that evening, the patient’s wife was at his bedside. I updated her on the situation. Since her arrival at the hospital I noticed she had quite a loving nature. She remained positive despite her husband’s decline, continually talking to and caressing her husband even though he was unresponsive for several days. That night, I noticed a Christian book in her hand, and began to see that the source of her strength seemed to stem from her belief. After talking to her that evening, I was touched by the firm faith she displayed in God. It reminded me in that moment to visualize the shuddatma in the patient and the wife, and I tried to do so. I asked the Shuddatma Bhagwan within them to give them peace. When I looked at the patient, a thought came to me to visualize Kanudadaji ‘s presence circulating in each cell of the patient’s body. I then left to complete the rest of my tasks. As I passed by the room later that evening, I noticed the wife tearfully stroking her husband’s hand. She cried and quietly asked her husband how he could think of leaving her. This was a moving sight and I stopped and went back to my call room. I felt like praying for both the patient and his wife. After asking Dadaji for guidance, I heartily repeated the Trimantra five times. I prayed to request Dadaji to please give both of them strength and peace whatever maybe the patient’s outcome. The multiple teams of doctors that were caring for the patient expected him to pass at anytime. However, several days passed and things somehow kept going. Then, the patient began to show some minor signs of improvement.

Each morning, when I would remember, I continued to try to visualize Dadaji as I did before and prayed for both of them to be at peace with whatever the outcome. Everyone (including myself to some degree) still considered the situation to be futile. It was nearing the end of the month, and my ICU rotation drew to a close. As such, I transferred the patient’s care to another group of residents and proceeded on to my next rotation. A few weeks passed, and while I was walking down another ward in the hospital one day I heard a voice call me from behind, “Dr. Patel, Dr. Patel”. I turned and recognized it was the patient’s wife. She appeared exuberant, and she embraced me with a warm hug while thanking me. She provided me with the remarkable news that her husband was doing very well.

Furthermore, not only was he alive, he had been discharged home from the hospital a few weeks ago! I was astonished. She was so thankful. I inquired about what specifically happened, and she told me that her husband’s health just continued to improve steadily day by day and the doctors were just surprised. I later went to the head doctor in the ICU seeking more insight. She indicated that they didn’t do anything else different, and the patient just simply got better. I cannot exactly explain what happened, but the immediate thought I had was wondering about Dadaji, his grace, and the power of the Trimantra. He was already on all available optimized medications, and rather than improvement after several days, his illness showed further progession with subsequent multi-organ failure. Everyone was preparing for his passing, and then he just began to improve at a stage when things were considered forgone. At least for me, it bolsters the wonder I have about this science. It encourages me not only to know about this science through and through in all of its extent, but to transform the knowledge into practice in everyday life.