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Max and I went to a suburban house and waited in the hall. Max did not want to go but I managed to persuade him that she might be able to help. We sat quietly. She came out and started to talk to Max. |
"Hello Max, and how are you feeling today?" |
"Oh OK." He was not OK, he was terminally ill but was very wary of strangers. |
"I think that you like to draw and are also good at Maths." |
He looked surprised and told her that he did. She asked him about his drawings and told us to follow her into the treatment room. He was not as surprised as I was. We had told her nothing about Max. She saw my surprise and said quietly "Don't be shocked, sometimes we just know these things." |
Max lay on the bed and she performed a laying on of hands but did not touch his body. I found the whole process very strange. |
We visited her a number of times until Max was too unwell to go anymore. I make no judgement. I do not know what to think. I tried to reconcile what she was doing with Max with my concepts of the world. I tried to mould some workable reality into what I saw. Her treatment did not help Max but I still cannot say whether we wasted our time. |
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