Red Pills, Rabbit Holes and My Health Journey June 26, 2016 13:16
"Saying 'no' to oils is like saying 'no' to the red pill"
In today's meme, I went a little deeper and shared my health journey through a Matrix reference...
Morpheus (Laurence Fishburne) says to Neo (Keanu Reeves) in The Matrix: "This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill -- the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill -- you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes”
If you've never seen the movie, Neo has a choice: Stay in the fabricated reality of blissful ignorance or take the red pill and wake up to the scary harsh truth. So what’s so scary about moving towards natural solutions for health? Nothing really, it's the waking up to the truth about Western Medicine that might be a little scary for some.
Many of us were raised to believe that doctors have all the answers and medicine is GOOD for us. Over twenty-five years ago, when I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, a chronic autoimmune condition, I had never even heard of the disease. I should have just been obedient and taken whatever medicine that the doctor said I needed, but my body knew better.
During my second opinion visit, the rheumatologist confirmed that I had the most serious form of lupus, which causes my body's immune system to attack it’s own healthy tissue. There is no cure and it's potentially life-threatening. He said that my only option was to control the symptoms through steroid therapy, daily. I immediately had a visceral reaction. Before my mind could process what the Dr. said, my body had already declared, “No, don't it!”
I heard my body loud and clear: This "medicine" would make me even more ill than I already was. So as firmly as I could muster, I told my doctor: Umm... I don't think...ah ..I really wanna do... ah...that steroid thing... is there something else I can do? My doctor who looked like a black Santa Claus, round, jolly, kind sparking eyes, the kind of person you could trust to give you only the best advice, firmly said:
"If you don't do it, there's a 90 percent chance you won't live past 30."
The wise old doctor had done his best attempt to scare this young foolish girl into action. I left with the prescription in hand and a follow-up appointment booked. But still couldn't ignore what my body was firmly telling me. The most optimistic spin I could give this whole situation was, Turning 30 is a long ways away and who wants to be old anyways?'
As family and friends were told of my condition, stories began to trickle in. Such-and-such knows someone with lupus, A friend of a friend also has lupus too. Either they weren’t doing well or had died from it. When I shared with my family, that I didn't think I was going to do the treatment that the doctor was recommending, they too looked in horror at this young foolish girl.
I get it, what did I know? Yet every time, I thought of filling my prescription or going back to the doctor, my body shuttered in protest. I’ve had these somatic communications before. In the past, my body had warned me of dangerous diet habits I was practicing; my body would get the heebie-jeebies with certain boys even if the boy was cute; and as cool as I wanted to be, my body would repulse if there were hard drugs being offered to me. My body had always been very protective of itself regardless of my agenda.
So as educated as my doctor was; as loving as my family was; I had my own caring expert; my soft, squishy and imperfect 5'1" body. This body was like Yoda, maybe not the most beautiful thing, at least in my mind, but damn it had always guided towards the right decision. I never filled that prescription nor saw that Rheumatologist again. But there was no Plan B in place.
Each year, my flare-ups increased in intensity and intervals. Like some kind of suggestive clockwork, around 30 years old, my body started to seriously breakdown. I was exhausted, battling constant malaise and in pain to the point where I couldn't even find a comfortable position to sleep. I was a young mom and was failing to be the active mom that I wanted to be. For the first time I thought of going back to the doctors and taking whatever they give me. But I wanted one more stab.
Was there anything I could do on my own?
Any research about Lupus that I had done in the past had always echoed the doctors recommendation, but this time I began to add new keywords; "alternative" and "natural". I stumbled on a forum for rheumatoid arthritis and someone spoke of "allergens" being triggers to their flare-ups. So in a Hail Mary pass, I gave up dairy, wheat, sugar. In three short days, I was no longer in pain, A TRUE MIRACLE! Within ten days I had more energy and vitality than I had , even in high school. A TRUE AWAKENING!
I have power over my own health.
And overnight, I became passionate about alternative health and natural solutions.
Yes, my blood work still tests positive for lupus; Yes, I still have flare-ups but significantly fewer and less intense. But instead of being upset with my body when it starts not to work at 100 percent, I now see a flare-up as a new message from my body of what it currently needs. My body has led me to yoga, take up running (and this girl use to forge notes from her mom to her PE teacher to get out of running. ) My body's diet request are fluid and ever-changing. It's led me to herbal tinctures, crystals & gemstones, essential oils (of course) and energy medicine, just to name a few.
Just like any animal or plant form, I do see the body as a different intelligence. It's an organism of Earth, from Earth and different than from me, the soul. I am committed to listening and following whatever it's needs are. When I treat my body like a loving partner ( versus me treating it like my enemy when I was younger), my body serves me and becomes a more powerful vehicle for my soul's purpose and work. If you haven't taken the red pill yet, you won't be able to imagine "trusted" industries and companies wanting to keep your vehicle, sugared up, weak, addicted and sick. Yes Neo, the rabbit hole goes very deep and that another conversation.
Okay, so I have to admit, it is not always a walk in the park doing or NOT doing what my body is asking me. The few times I considered Botox, my body keeps repeating "Nope!" Dang body sometimes you are the par-tay-poop-er!
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