I was still alive and kicking when my pulmonologist used the phrase Evidence of Efficacy. He assumed there was ample evidence for the efficacy of his treatments since asthma wasn’t killing me.
I just liked the phrase and I repeated it to myself to commit it to memory. I told him I’d write about it someday and today is that day.
Evidence of Efficacy sounds like the title of an opera– some epic love story in which a thin, easily broken thread of hope carries us all the way through harrowing perils to a place where we are likely to give birth to the strongest, most loving generation on earth. Our triumphant survival is all the evidence we need to prove that the plan to save our butts wasn’t carried out in vain.
Why, then, don’t we feel like it is time to celebrate? What are we waiting for?
When I was growing up, there were people in my life who would throw a party for any excuse at all.
Someone made a new quilt top? Let’s have a party and quilt it together.
The girls want to play dress up? Let’s have a make up party and dress up in lace hats, gloves, and high heels that are too big for us.
There were more Tupperware, Avon or Stanley parties back then. No one had money. None of our families were rich. But we always managed to have enough to celebrate because parties were important.
I miss the little pencils we used to play games with (and used later to fill out order slips.)
I think that having a doctor say there is evidence of efficacy for the life saving measures he suggested is reason enough for me to celebrate.
What factors can you find in your life to suggest Evidence of Efficacy? What works better now than it did before?
What would the invitations say if if you decided to invite people over to celebrate with you?
If you could throw an impromptu party what would it be about? What would you do? What is stopping you?
What evidence of Efficacy for the good in your like today can you list?
I’ll get you started:
You are reading this, so you are alive and breathing.
Can you add to the list?