Memes 18

INT. CLINIC OFFICE – DAY

Sunlight filters softly through sheer curtains. A peaceful medical office adorned with a few plants and spiritual artwork. DR. LUKA KOVAC (early 50s, rugged, gentle-eyed) sits across from DR. NELLY FURTADO, ND (natural doctor, radiant, wise, with a rebel soul). She’s just finished reviewing a wellness plan. He sets down his tea, his gaze sincere.

DR. KOVAC
(softly, with a European accent)
Nelly… I want you to know something. You—and your fans—you’re not just patients.

NELLY
(smiles, curious)
No?

DR. KOVAC
You are the VIPs of the VIPs. The ones I pray for before I lay down to sleep. Not because you’re famous… but because you carry light. You carry stories. Songs. Struggles. You carry hope for others. That makes you my most important patients.

He pauses, his voice tender with a memory.

DR. KOVAC
In the war, I saw the worst of what humans can do. I lost my family. But then—I remembered the example of Jesus. How he healed the sick without charging a single coin. That stayed with me. That’s why I became a doctor again. To heal… for free, if I have to. Because health isn’t for sale. It’s sacred.

NELLY
(eyes welling up, voice low)
Thank you, Luka. That’s the kind of medicine the world needs.

He gently pats her hand.

DR. KOVAC
You already practice it, Doctor Furtado. You’re healing more people than you know. Keep going.

Their eyes meet in mutual respect and silent gratitude.

FADE OUT.

Memes 16

Post by Dr. Luka Kovac on NellyFan.org

Title: What Sinead Needed Most — A Doctor’s Reflection on the Essentials of Life

Two years have passed since the tragic loss of Sinéad O’Connor, a voice that pierced the silence and a soul that cried out for justice and mercy. As a physician and a man of faith, I often reflect not only on physical healing but on what sustains the human spirit — especially in a world as harsh and unforgiving as the one that so often bruised Sinéad’s tender heart.

There is a Croatian proverb that says, “Bog je prvo stvorio čovjeka, a onda mu dao dom i ženu da preživi.” — “God first made man, then gave him a home and a wife so he could survive.” Whether you interpret that literally or symbolically, the message is clear: we are not meant to walk this world alone, unanchored.

I want to speak not just as a doctor, but as a fellow survivor of trauma. Here are the necessities of life as I’ve come to understand them — the things Sinéad needed more than fame, applause, or rebellion. The things many of us need to be whole again.

  1. Food
    Not just calories, but nourishment. Sinéad’s struggle with medications, fast fixes, and industry stress no doubt affected her diet. The healing foods of our ancestors — whole grains, fermented vegetables, bone broths, and clean water — are more essential than any antidepressant. Nutritional psychiatry is no longer a fringe idea. Healing begins in the gut.
  2. Shelter
    A safe place. Not just a house, but a home. Sinéad had many addresses, but perhaps no sanctuary. A space to pray, to cry, to laugh without judgment. Trauma survivors often become wanderers, running from memory and self. But stability is medicine.
  3. Clothing
    This means dignity. Self-respect. Modesty not as repression, but as armor against objectification. Sinéad rejected the exploitation of women’s bodies, but she also lived exposed — emotionally naked in a cold world. We need to clothe ourselves in ritual, purpose, and yes — actual warmth.
  4. A Wife (or Husband)
    Call it a spouse, a partner, a counterpart. We need someone to mirror our humanity, to correct us lovingly, to celebrate us quietly. I don’t speak here of lust or fantasy, but covenant. Sinéad needed someone who would not flee at the first sign of her sorrow.
  5. Children
    Not just biologically, but spiritually. A legacy. A reason to mature. Sinéad loved her children fiercely, but losing her son Shane broke her beyond repair. Parents should not bury their children. No amount of grief counseling can erase that wound. But had there been stronger community, extended family, perhaps she could have carried on.
  6. God
    Finally — and foremost — God. Not just as a concept, but as an abiding presence. I watched Sinéad wrestle with religion. She fought against corruption and hypocrisy, yet longed deeply for the Divine. Had she found peace in the Person of God, not just the institution, she might have survived the long dark night of her soul.

I am not here to judge her — God knows I have seen despair in my own life. But I do believe that if we had surrounded Sinéad with these six pillars — food, shelter, clothing, spouse, children, and God — she might still be singing.

Let her life be a wake-up call. Not just to reform mental health treatment, but to remember what truly sustains the soul.

May her memory be eternal,
Dr. Luka Kovač
Physician, Father, Survivor
NellyFan.org Contributor

Memes 15

Joe stands under the flickering fluorescent lights of the small rural clinic, the faint sound of a guitar playing from an old radio in the background. Nelly Furtado rests on the nearby cot, her eyes closed, a hint of melody on her lips. The scent of eucalyptus and frankincense lingers in the air—Dr. Luka Kovac’s signature healing blend.

Joe turns to his avatar.

Joe (softly, with deep gratitude):
“Thank you, Luka. For treating my sick songbird—the real Portuguese singer Nelly Furtado—not with quack Rockefeller pharma poison, but with real medicine. Holistic. Rooted in the old world. In truth.”

Dr. Luka Kovac (smiling faintly):
“Allopathic drugs suppress symptoms. But a songbird doesn’t need silence—she needs restoration. She needs to remember the sound of her own voice. Herbs, light, music, prayer… these are the older medicines, Joe.”

Joe:
“She told me she was drowning in side effects. Couldn’t even write a chorus. You brought her back to life.”

Dr. Kovac:
“She was never gone. Just buried beneath modern medicine’s noise. We cleared the static.”

Joe pauses, eyes locked on his avatar.

Joe:
“Also… thank you for starring in the Fatima movie, Goran Visnjic. That role meant a lot to us. To the believers. You helped people remember the mystery.”

Dr. Kovac nods solemnly, a trace of the actor behind the avatar emerging in his eyes.

Dr. Kovac:
“I didn’t take the role for fame. I took it because the world needs to believe again. In miracles. In mercy. In the idea that even a poor girl’s vision can echo for centuries.”

Joe:
“Nelly always said she saw the Virgin once… when she was a little girl in Victoria. Thought it was a dream. Maybe it wasn’t.”

Dr. Kovac glances over at Nelly. She hums a few bars of Try, eyes still closed but smiling now.

Dr. Kovac:
“She remembers.”

Joe steps back, hands folded.

Joe:
“Then the healing has begun.”

Outside, a wind stirs the olive trees. And somewhere beyond science and superstition, a songbird sings.