Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Heartwarming Coincidence

In 1993, our second daughter, Laryssa, was born with a rare, spontaneous genetic mutation. (The probable cause of her condition was my own illness.) She was given 12 days to live, but she had other plans. She lived 1 year and 10 months. During our time with her, many wonderful people from the local hospice came to our home to help with her care. She died on 09/09/1995. And life went on...
Two years ago, my husband & I were trying to locate a doctor (under new health plan), who could treat my disorder. After a few false starts, I consulted with a neighbor (who is now my good friend) who worked in the administration of the largest hospital system in San Diego. She came to my home and made a phone call,asking one of the top people at the hospital "If you were very ill with a chronic immune dysfunction, who would you want to be your doctor?". A name was given to us. The Doctor's office was less that a mile from our home, and she was taking new patients. I set up an appointment. My husband accompanied me to the appointment, and sat with me in the office. When the doctor came in, she sat down reading my history. Then she stared to cry. She looked at us and said "I know you both. I worked with Laryssa as a volunteer." Suddenly I remembered her too, a young sweet woman who had lost her mother to cancer. We all cried and hugged. Then she said that she has a daughter now. I asked when she was born, and the doctor replied 09/09/1995. The very day Laryssa died! We were all amazed at the coincidences.
What a beautiful gift from the past!


  1. This is a wonderful synchronicity. & sad. & heartwarming. & uplifting. We would be delighted to repost this on our blog.

    Many thanks,

  2. Trish & Rob,

    Thank you for yor kind words. Feel free to post it!

    Debra Page

  3. Thanks! We'll get it on the dashboard and link it to your site.

  4. Debra - many thank again for allowing us to report this synchronicity. I really am humbled and awed that you can not only write about it, but learn from it.

    Have you read Brian Weiss's Many Lives, Many Masters? He and his wife lost an infant son and that loss launched his search for answers.