This is the story of how I discovered the connection between the laws I live by (and imprinted in the book) and Deepak Chopra’s The 7 Spiritual Laws of Success.
The story starts with the annoying habit that my HMO/IPO (type of insurance) has of adding/dropping providers from its network. What does that mean? It means that one day I must be seen by provider A. Then, for whatever reason they fall out with Provider A and you are no longer allowed to see them and you must now be seen by Provider B. Jezuz, I tell you it can be infuriating. Then again, I’m the one who selected the HMO for their simplistic coverage (and lower monthly premiums). If I go to the doctor, it’s $25 bucks. Simple as that. If I have an outpatient procedure done, it’s $300 and if I go to the Hospital then it’s $500/day for up to 3 days and then it’s free. This also means that by day 4 the hospital is pushing you hurriedly down the hall and out the door and saying “thank you, come again~”
The first time it happened was last year when they informed me that my GP (regular doc) was no longer in their network and I’d have to choose a new one. I hadn’t seen my GP in over a year anyway since she wasn’t working at that clinic any longer, I was still a bit irritated with the other docs there that it took them so long to find the cancer and because I was at the SD cancer center all the time, surrounded by doctors and nurses so it seemed redundant. The cancer center was well equipped to handle any of my health issues, but the trick of being on medical leave and getting that pay packet that keeps a roof over your head and food in the fridge is that you have to follow their instructions and one of them was to be seen by your GP from time to time and/or regarding anything not relating directly to cancer. The side effects of cancer were best handled by the GP in their books. That, and my monthly thyroid prescription. I’ve had hypothyroidism for who knows how long, but it was first diagnosed about fifteen years ago. Took me a year or so to get it sorted, but all I do is I take two little pills every morning and that covers it. If I skip those two little pills for more than three little days, I get very tired and want to sleep all the time, for the most part. I was about to run out. What a pain the ass to have to go to a new doc who wasn’t going to take my word for it and make me go through all the blood work to once again prove I am not a thrill seeking hypochondriac, but indeed in need of the two little pills.
So, when I called to make an appointment with my newly appointed GP I was informed I’d have to wait three weeks to be seen (she’s just that popular). I told them I couldn’t wait (growing more and more frustrated by my HMO inspired inconvenience by the moment) and so they offered an appointment with her partner, Dr. P. that week, if I didn’t mind (I didn’t mind). My memory for details is hazy as you know so I’m not quite sure if it was while she was looking over the backpack stuffed with all kinds of naturalistic stuff I got from Frank to help detox off the chemo or if it after I showed her my incredible lack of flexibility before I found myself proudly handing her a copy of the book. I’m not really comfortable marketing myself or my creative endeavors, but she has a very open and friendly demeanor that I did give her the book without much thought behind it and not two days later I received and lovely and enthusiastic email from her saying she’d devoured the book, that she also happened to be the Medical Director for the famed Chopra Center in La Costa and would I like to pop by sometime for a tour and a visit.
If you’ve never heard or been, La Costa (just down the road a few miles from me) is home to the world renowned La Costa Resort and Spa. Just picture beautifully manicured grounds, winding roads that lead to a valet stand by several boutiques surrounding a courtyard with cascading terracotta fountains and on one side of that courtyard sits the famed Chopra Center. Then there’s me in tee shirt, jeans n flip flops, hair in a half-assed pony tail stuffed into a well worn baseball cap wandering about. If anyone dared to stop me I’d interject with “I have a meeting with the Medical Director of the Chopra Center”. Ohhh and you know I said it with such authority and finesse~ Why the valet really thought my old Miata was a relic I kept around for sentimental reasons. I’m sure he was convinced that my other car for sure was must be a Beamer or a Bently. I really was born to be an heiress (or actress, one or the other).
I made my way to the entrance which is an open air gift shop. It smelled and looked so lovely. I forgot for a second that I wasn’t there for a massage (but I was certainly craving one after that). A handsome young man of Indian descent greeted me and went back to inform Dr. P. that I’d arrived. He seemed a bit nervous when he returned which in turn made me nervous (I mean, what if I’d taken the heiress act too far and instant karma was about to smack me all the way back to Oside yo). Well, kind of. He coudn’t find the appointment. I thought she’d forgotten, so I was embarrassed and when I’m embarrassed I open my mouth and insert foot (which I did ). Even more so when I caught a message from her when I got home stating that I showed up a week early, that she had indeed NOT forgotten and was looking forward to my visit as originally planned.
So, the following Wednesday I returned, a little less heiress, a little more humbled and was happy to see the handsome man was again behind the desk, so I didn’t waste a minute to set the him straight that it was indeed me who has the chemo brain and crap sense of memory and timing and he gave me that warm (I don’t care what you say, but the Indians know how to smile from deep behind their eyes like no other), all knowing and forgiving smile that felt like a karmic stamp of redemption.
And here is where we come to beginning of the 7 part story of how the 7 Laws of Ali and the 7 Laws of Deepak intertwine…