This is what I get for reading the news.
Val Kilmer, an actor I’ve always loved, had a tumor in his throat since the summer he pointedly ignored because his religion, Christian Science, doesn’t believe in modern medicine. They say, prayer is what heals since illness is only an illusion. So’s my La Perla bra when I stuff it, but we’re earthy beings, not cherubs harping in the night.
Only after bleeding from his throat did he finally seek help, rushed to UCLA Medical Center where he was operated on hopefully in time. It took a gusher along with his pleading family to get him there.
I need to weigh in.
In 1937, Jean Harlow died at the age of 26 because her mother, an avid Christian Scientist, refused to let a doctor treat her resulting in her kidneys backing up killing her. It was bye bye Baby, ironically her nickname.
I believe in prayer too, especially at 2 in the morning when you’re all alone. But one can also pray while allowing a surgeon to save a human life. You can even spiritually justify it…God is working through the doctor to bring about a positive result.
I have a video with some of my favorite movie moments and one of them is Val in the film Heat when he comes shooting his way out of the bank. It was Butch Cassidy and Sundance all over again. Another is his Doc Holiday in Tombstone. He’s the only actor on the planet who could make being tubercular sexy…“I’m your Huckleberry.” You certainly are, so I think it’s time you have a powwow with the spirit of Mary Baker Eddy whose teachings from 1879 could use a rewrite, and get your cute little ass to the doctor, not waiting till you’re bloodless so I’m not tearfully writing your obituary.