Years ago – actually fifteen now – I had a freakish medical event that caused bleeding in my stomach. Truly, I was at death’s door over an inexplicable event! Tens of thousands of dollars later (NO kidding!!) and a staph infection from the hospital, medicines that puffed me up like a toad and threw me into a darkness that was hard to shake – modern medical science simply couldn’t explain what happened! I did not have a disease; I had an “episode!” Most likely it was some sort of ruptured blood vessel that went nuts; but let me tell you, there was no stone left unturned as my array of doctors tried desperately to label me with everything from vasculitis to Lupus!
But this isn’t about that, per se. This is about what happened afterwards. My confidence in traditional medicine was shaken to my core. Whoa!! I’m not saying for a minute that modern science and technology aren’t valid and necessary. Miracles happen everyday for millions of people, lives have been saved or changed by the Spirit-led inspiration and genius humankind has been blessed with! It’s just that somewhere along the way, many people have turned over their personal power and innate wisdom to doctors, pharmaceuticals – even insurance companies who become nothing more than fear-mongers!
Shortly after the “event” was settled, my personal course changed profoundly. Treating myself to a wonderful massage one afternoon, a conversation with the technician led me to a “Wise Woman,” steeped in experience with Iridology (reading the body’s roadmap clearly evident in one’s eyes) and a master herbalist. With a philosophy of a holistic approach to health care – the recognition that the state of our health is a combination of body, mind and spirit, R (as I’ll refer to her) has gently and accurately led me to a place that “with God as my helper,” I’ve learned to trust my instincts – my intuition – listen to the information available to me (and to you) to guide the manner and methods of my health care. When a problem is identified, the most natural means of healing should be the first choice. Traditional medical treatments (valid as they are) – should be the last recourse. These can, and should work together to bring to fruition a quality of life we all strive for!
All this being said, I “do” have Medicare – and a supplement insurance policy. Non-traditional health care can work wonders; but if you break you leg in a car accident, it can’t set the bone! It would be foolish, at my age, not to take advantage of the coverage at my disposal. So, when my new supplemental plan required I have a “named physician,” I sought out someone in their HMO system who would take a “new” Medicare patient.
After making an appointment (and waiting in the examination room for over an hour), a young man of Asian descent came briskly into the room with a condescending attitude I didn’t expect . Apparently he’d read the information I’d given to his nurse about my preferred health care regimen; the fact that I took NO prescription medications, that I had not opted for a flu shot, pneumonia shot, shingle vaccination – never once asking me “why;” just assuming I was ignorant ..or afraid of needles!! Somehow, when I saw him, I’d hoped that by his “Eastern heritage” alone, he’d have some insight into my choices. Clearly, he did not! No amount of respectful dialogue on my part could change his indifference – if not “disdain” for me. And “this” what my official Health Care Provider is supposed to look like???
Someone incredibly dear to me has been told by the medical establishment that the unbelievable pain she is suffering from is, at this point, incurable. It will take her life. Soon …too soon for all of us who love her deeply. IF she’d subject herself to an onslaught of extreme treatments and medications, she could most likely extend her life – perhaps by as much as a year. Her choice was to either endure the ravishes of radical medical science – and see her darling children and friends literally suffer through this with her; or, in a brazen act of courage, opt to live out her days with some modicum of control of how she – and God – will choose what her “end” will look like. Even though she may argue with me, C is one of the bravest, most unselfish, most courageous people I’ve ever had the privilege to know. In her case, traditional medicine – ultimately – has hit the wall. Ah …but in her case …she will learn to open up her entire being to the safety God’s presence, ultimately and alone, can provide.
So, who am I going I trust? I’m going to trust ..myself. I will trust that with insight, and education, and experience – with heart, mind, and a realistic awareness of my body and spirit – true health is possible. I will trust that life “spirals” – it doesn’t run on a flat road with every answer found in a text-book. I will trust that I’ve been given a gift to understand that sometimes life needs all the “letters in the alphabet” to write the story of what it means to be truly healthy. Sometimes I will need the words of a Wise Woman ..sometimes the words of an arrogant doctor …sometimes the words of a brave heart. So …who are you going to trust?