Today, on my 43rd birthday, I would like to tell you about two amazing experiences I had when I recently traveled through India. Both of them were extremely physical. One of them made me aware of cultural differences in our attitude towards death. The other one gave me insights about the poorest of the poor – and how the other half dies.
Hot blooded, coldblooded, blue blooded, full blooded, bloodless, … it all seems to be in our blood. Our blood is the source of a human being’s vitality and identity. We have music in our blood, the characteristics of our ancestors, some of us seem to have evil in their blood. I have leukemia in my blood.
Last year I went to see my doctor, because I wanted to plan my future with him. I had decided to make the best use of the good times I still had, but I needed him to endorse my visions. He didn’t. I thought: “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” – and I actively looked for alternatives. Sounds easy. Isn`t easy though.
When I was young, I wouldn’t have thought so. Whatever my grandmother told me – it was true. A bright but uneducated daughter of a farmer, she was an ayurvedic healer as well as a specialist in Chinese medicine. My granny was an ecological expert and a resourceful nutritionist. She was a wonderful therapist at the same time. I will tell you what she used to say.