Dr. Siegel, who
prefers to be called Bernie, not Dr. Siegel, was born in Brooklyn, NY.
He attended Colgate University and Cornell University Medical College.
He holds membership in two scholastic honor societies, Phi Beta Kappa
and Alpha Omega Alpha and graduated with honors. His surgical training
took place at Yale New Haven Hospital, West Haven Veteran’s Hospital
and the Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh. He retired from practice as
an assistant clinical professor of surgery at Yale of general and
pediatric surgery in 1989 to speak to patients and their caregivers.
In 1978 he originated
Exceptional Cancer
Patients,
a specific form of individual and group therapy utilizing patients’
drawings, dreams, images and feelings. ECaP is based on
“carefrontation,” a safe, loving therapeutic confrontation, which
facilitates personal lifestyle changes, personal empowerment and
healing of the individual’s life. The physical, spiritual and
psychological benefits which followed led to his desire to make
everyone aware of his or her healing potential. He realized exceptional
behavior is what we are all capable of.
Bernie,
and his wife and coworker Bobbie, live in a suburb of New Haven,
Connecticut. They have five children and eight grandchildren. Bernie
and Bobbie have co-authored their children, books and articles. Their
home with its many children, pets and interests resembled a cross
between a family art gallery, museum, zoo and automobile repair shop.
It still resembles these things, although the children are trying to
improve its appearance in order to avoid embarrassment.
In 1986 his first book, Love. Medicine & Miracles was published. This event redirected his life. In 1989 Peace, Love & Healing and in 1993 How To Live Between Office Visits
followed. He is currently working on other books with the goal of
humanizing medical education and medical care, as well as, empowering
patients and teaching survival behavior to enhance immune system
competency. Bernie’s realization that we all need help dealing with the
difficulties of life, not just the physical ones, led to Bernie writing
his fourth book in 1998 Prescriptions for Living. It helps
people to become aware of the eternal truths and wisdom of the sages
through Bernie’s stories and insights rather than wait a personal
disaster. He wants to help people fix their lives before they are
broken, and thus not have to become strong at the broken places.
Published in 2003 are Help Me To Heal to empower patients and their caregivers and 365 Prescriptions For The Soul, in 2004 a children’s book about how difficulties can become blessings, Smudge Bunny, in 2005 101 Exercises For The Soul and out in the Fall of 2006 a prescriptions for parenting book Love,
Magic & Mud Pies. Published in 2008 Buddy’s Candle, for children of
all ages, related to dealing with the loss of a loved one, be it a pet
or parent, and to be published in 2009 Faith, Hope & Healing with
survivor stories and my reflections about what they teach us.
Woody
Allen once said, “If I had one wish it would be to be somebody else.”
Bernie’s wish was to be a few inches taller. His work has been such a
growth experience that he is now a few inches taller. His prediction is
that in the next decade the role of consciousness, spirituality,
non-local healing, body memory and heart energy will all be explored as
scientific subjects.
For
many, Bernie needs no introduction. He has touched many lives all over
our planet. In 1978 he began talking about patient empowerment and the
choice to live fully and die in peace. As a physician, who has cared
for and counseled innumerable people who’s mortality has been
threatened by an illness, Bernie embraces a philosophy of living and
dying that stands at the forefront of the medical ethics and spiritual
issues our society grapples with today. He continues to assist in the
breaking of new ground in the field of healing and personally
struggling to live the message of kindness and love. His web site is
www.BernieSiegelMD.com.
I Can't Remember and I Don't Know Where I'm Going
by Bernie Siegel, MD
I would like to reveal to you the advantages of
footsteps and amnesia. Let me begin with footsteps. I am sure most of you are
aware of the story about the man who walked with God and there were, therefore,
always two sets of footprints. At a time of great difficulty the man noticed
only one set of footprints and complained to God that He was not there when he
needed Him most, God replied, "I was carrying you during the difficult times and
that is why there was only one set of footprints."
On a personal level I have learned much from
footprints. One of my stranger habits is to enjoy jogging through cemeteries. I
like to read the wisdom of the words on some stones and also notice the
egotistical craziness of some people’s last words. What would you share with the
world with your last breath and what words do you want on your headstone?
Well to get back to the point. One day after a
big snow storm I was jogging through the deep snow and really struggling to make
my way. I realized how much of a struggle it was to have to make your own way
with no plowed path or footsteps to follow. The next day it was much easier. The
snow was still soft and my footprints were easy to follow. Five days later the
snow had frozen and the rigid ice made it dangerous for me to try and fit into
the old footprints. I had to create a new path or risk breaking my ankles.
What I learned from all this is that at
different times in my life I must make different choices. At times it is all
right to be carried, at other times following in the footsteps of others is
appropriate, at others to make your own way and at times it is proper to leave
the old ways and start a fresh path. Your way is found by what feels right for
you and not by looking for the easy way.
As the country western songs relate:
there are times in lfe when you gotta crawl,
lose your grip and stumble and fall
when you can't lean on no one else
that's when you find yourself
the going's easy when the road is flat
but them danged hills will get you every time
that's when you learn how to climb
You must remember that if you constantly follow
in the steps of others you will lose your way and life. Remember their way can
at times endanger you and be the wrong way. So find your way and let them go
theirs. True natives can be your guide when they have shared the same experience
but be wise in choosing your guides and do not follow those who are not true
guides and teachers but dictate their way to you. Follow their way and you will
be lost forever.
Now let me grow less philosophical and more
practical as I tell you about my experience with amnesia. Several years ago
after doing some work on our roof I stepped onto my ladder and the top rung
broke. I fell onto the pavement and struck my head hard enough to give me a
concussion. I awakened to a lovely woman bending over me asking, "Honey are you
all right?"
"Why are you calling me Honey?"
"I’m your wife."
Well I felt quite fortunate to have such an
attractive wife. She then introduced me to the five children who were standing
nearby. It turns out they were ours and all quite nice. I learned I had amnesia
and that was why everyone seemed so nice. I couldn’t remember the problems they
caused yesterday. My marriage was great. I got along with the kids fabulously
and everything was going very well until my memory returned. Then I had to go
into psychotherapy and marriage counseling.
Fortunately I had a great therapist who taught me that there was something
better than amnesia for relationships. She said it would make me blind to some
things as amnesia did but had many other assets. What do you think she taught me
about?
If you want a hint try reading I Corinthians 13
or "The practice of Love" by Ashley Montagu. Yes, she taught me that love had
all the benefits of amnesia but also offered many more benefits to the giver and
receiver of the love.
Please be sure the love you give is
unconditional or "kill ‘em with kindness" is not simply a way of overpowering
your enemies by loving them but can destroy the lives of others by your forcing
your love and will upon them. This conditional love is no different then
following the wrong footsteps imposed upon you by others. That is not love. Love
clears the way but does not tell you which way to go.
The garden of Eden has no paths because you
cannot make a mistake in direction when love is the only way to go. Here in the
real world we must make choices so walk in the footsteps of the great lovers.
Follow their path and create a path of love and leave some deep and wide
footprints for us to follow with ease.
Please do not wait to live a life and path of love. Too often we postpone our
lives waiting for the right time and then learn we don’t have all the life time
we needed and desired. So live your way now.
The phone just rang as I was typing this
article. The man who called asked how I was feeling. I knew this was the
beginning of a sales pitch so I said," My therapist is here. I have just taken
an overdose of sleeping pills and I’m headed for the emergency room."
"Oh, Is this Bernie Siegel? I’ve attended two
of your lectures. Can I read you a poem I’ve written?" I laughed and said to him
to go ahead. What he read me was a poem about his ten year experience working
with children with disabilities. Why do I tell you this? I have learned my
definition of retarded from a young man with Down Syndrome. What is your
definition of retarded? I’ll share mine with you and Obama here too.
The following quote was shared many years ago
by John McGeogh, a young man with Down Syndrome, when he was asked his
definition of retarded. It related to how people reacted to him when he was out
in public in a new community his family moved to.
"If you cannot get your love flows going,
cannot communicate and you are not aware who you are, I call that retarded. Some
people are only a little bit retarded. Then I can help them, because they get
curious about me. They get into communication with me and their love flows get
going. Then it works for them if they like. They get more aware."
After personally operating on a young man with
Down Syndrome I came to visit him the evening following his surgery. He said,
"If you want to see my operation you have to pay." I explained according to
hospital rules his surgeon didn't have to pay and he allowed me a free view of
the operative site, However, the nurses and and house staff learned they had to
pay or the sheet was held firmly over his abdomen. When he was discharged he had
quite a few dollars on his bed side stand. No other patient ever thought that
one up. You tell me who is retarded.