The Journey Continues – And the Universe said, “Surprise!”

Unpleasant surprise

It had never been my intention to appear to have disappeared off the face of the Earth without even an “I’ll be back.” In fact, I thought things were slowly settling back into the routine I call “normal.” It only goes to show you that you really don’t know what lies in store for you.

After losing my cat, Xena, of 15 years unexpectedly in May and then my husband going through hip replacement surgery at the beginning of June, I really thought things would return to being peaceful until Fall when I know I must get cataract surgery on both my eyes. Such was not the case.

My daughter had come to visit for four days that last week of June. It was wonderful to see her. On Saturday, my granddaughter came to pick her up and we sat down to a wonderful meal, prepared by my husband, before they left. As I sat that evening, the house quiet, I felt content and grateful. Then the pain started.

I didn’t think too much about it. I’d been having digestive problems for almost three years. It began in 2016 with what I thought was the passage of some gallstones. Painful, but the pain would pass I would be all right again. These little episodes went on for about eight or nine months. That’s when I started taking hemp-derived CBD oil. I didn’t have another episode until April of this year. Eleven months pain free. I truly believe it was thanks to the oil.

So, here I sat, that last Saturday night of June, and I recognized the symptoms – or at least I thought I did. It wasn’t terrible so I went to bed and even managed to sleep. The next morning, with the pain continuing, I began my day, making every effort to stick to my schedule, but it was already apparent the pain was increasing and I couldn’t do my morning tai chi. From here, the pain started escalating.

Usually, even if I can’t eat during one of these episodes, I am able to keep liquids down as I ride through the pain to the end of the episode. This wasn’t the case this time around. After a while, even water wouldn’t stay down.

I know, dear Reader, that you are probably shaking your head, asking why I hadn’t long ago headed to a hospital ER. I’m no martyr so please don’t think I was trying to be one. In my experience, I have found the last 40 years of modern medicine, doctors in particular, to be falling way short of the mark in both diagnosis and healing. “Do no harm.” seems to have slipped their collective minds. For this reason, I make it a habit to stay as far away from them for as long as humanly possible.

It had been 25 years since the last time I had needed the services of the AMA. I really didn’t want their services now, not unless it became a question of whether I lived or took Death’s hand to cross through the Veil. I’m aware that, even at 71, it’s not my time to leave this incarnation yet.

So, when it got to be 9:30 p.m., on that Sunday night, and I was in so much pain I could hardly stand up and so dehydrated I was dizzy, I told my husband it was time to drive the 12 miles to the local ER. He knew, me saying that, I was really ill.

It took a CT scan to discover I had an umbilical hernia that was now strangling my intestines. Looked like I was facing surgery, but not at the local hospital. They don’t do surgeries anymore. Which is interesting because 25 years ago, when I had a complete hysterectomy due to fibroid tumors, it was done at this little local hospital. But I digress…they transported me to OSU Wexler Medical Center.

On the night of the New Moon, July 2nd, the surgery was performed. What they had hoped would be just some laparoscopic surgery to over-sew the hernia and remove my gallbladder (which was full of stones), turned into a large incision due to scar tissue. I guess I just don’t know how to do things the easy way.

I spent another week there before being sent to a local rehab center so that I could do physical therapy to be sure I would be able to easily get around in my 14-room, 2-story, old Victorian home. I really pushed to get out of there and made my “escape” the day after the Full Moon. What a way to spend the first 17 days of July!

As I sat/laid and thought about it all those days, I accepted that this was obviously something that I needed to experience – on many levels. I needed to see where mundane medicine really had gone in 25 years, but I also needed to meet some people and pass on some of my own wisdom. I had a number of very interesting conversations with staff members at both OSU and the local rehab center. I came to the conclusion that, like a car or house, every so often maintenance has to be done. In this case, maintenance that I couldn’t do for myself.

Although this definitely wasn’t on my “To Do” list, it was something that needed to be done. Now, it’s up to me to do what I do to get my energy back and flowing correctly through my body. I’ve already begun working with my meridians, since the incision is right on my Central meridian and my Gallbladder meridian now has no gallbladder. I’m back doing my tai chi as well.

May it be another 25 years (or never) that I go though something like this again! I am back and the articles will continue. Next week, Astrological Musings & More.

Wishing you all peace, prosperity, health, and happiness!!!

Healing Hands 2

Love & Blessed Be

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