Somewhere along the way in our Western World, we've lost sight of what healing is all about.
God bless the NHS. I mean it. I'm not knocking the brilliant creation that is healthcare for all without having to pay upfront.
But what do we think healthcare is?
One of my good experiences this past week has been spending time with a friend who had to go into hospital suddenly.
But visiting him has been an eye opener. Maybe if I watched Casualty or Holby City I'd have known what to expect, but I don't.
Can't go to the loo? You can have laxatives a-plenty to help you go, but ask for fruit and you're served a clementine that's as dry as a hockey puck.
I guess there's profit in drugs. There's no profit in healthy people who can manage their own pain and conditions through good diet, exercise and creative outlets for mind and emotion.
Factory farming methods seem to apply – get 'em in, get 'em drugged and get 'em out.
Why is our system so indifferent to the connection between the body, the mind and the emotions?
Your body doesn't just give in, independently of the other two. Can't we at least attempt to acknowledge the whole person?