Yesterday I promised to tell you more about how I asked for help, and what kind of help I got. Because I believe it will benefit you the next time you need help. Plus, what else am I going to do all day? I’m confined to bed until at least Friday, so I might as well be of some service while passing the time.
But first, a quick shout out to my beloved sister — Happy Birthday today, sis! Enjoy your trip, love you bunches. xoxoxo
OK, now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Naturally, I’ll be talking about my surgery. Feel free to map this guidance onto whatever upcoming challenge you’re facing. It’ll still be highly relevant and beneficial. Capisce?
As the surgery was approaching, I started to look at my fears and anxieties. Yes, I have both. Anyone who tells you they don’t, is full of it. Becoming more aware and enlightened doesn’t mean being free from fear, it just means being less willing to let it run/ruin your life, and being better equipped to address or dissolve it.
So I looked at my fears, and believe it or not, I didn’t have many about the surgery itself. I had checked out my doc pretty well (how did people do this prior to the internet? It’s times like these I really appreciate living in the age of technology) both in person and online reviews and I felt very confident about his skills and experience. Plus, I liked the guy, and that never hurts. But my biggest fears were around the 12 weeks of no exercise.
I kept thinking about all the weight I had lost, and what would happen if I suddenly stopped exercising (a necessary part of successful recovery). Yes, I could swim or whatever other alternative to walking/jogging, but not for at least 8 weeks. And would I be so bored sitting in bed all day that I would do nothing but eat? Most likely bonbons?
Another big fear I had was about the pain. My doc had said “it will be the same amount of pain as breaking a bone, since that’s what we’re doing.” But I was that anomole of a kid who’s never broken a bone. So it was truly an unknown. And an unknown pain, in many ways, is far worse than a known pain.
Finally, the remaining fear was around writing. Remember I wrote that first novel in November? Well, it’s going to be a six-book series (first book launching this summer — stay tuned or join my mailing list to be among the first to know exactly when), and what better time to write book #2 than while I’m laid up in bed for weeks straight, looking for something to do? EXCEPT that walking outside in the beautiful Colorado sunshine is part of my writing process. So how’s that gonna work, exactly?
Those were my “big three.” And yes, I could have cleared them myself (and the 3rd one, I did) and yes, I could have done nothing and just suffered with the fear of unknown and unexpected, but instead I called out for help.
I did have one other not-as-big concern: sedation. My only prior surgeries were my 3 c-sections, and those were all either spinals or epidurals — I was awake and conscious throughout the whole thing. So the idea of being put under (even though it was twilight, which I later found out while signing the consent that it still has a shitload of risks, just not as many as general anesthesia) was making me a little nervous. AND the fact that in all 3 of my c-sections, my darling husband was right there at my side, but now, in this surgery, he would be out in the waiting room, and I wouldn’t see him until it was over.
Then it hit me. There was a way I could have a familiar face in the OR with me. My next door neighbor (a WONDERFUL family) is an anesthesiologist and I talked to her about whether she would be comfortable with that, and if it was possible to request her. That was easy as pie and I swear the nurses in pre-op were even nicer to me once they found out I was her next-door neighbor. 🙂
I then turned to my friend for help next.
My good friend and Pranic healer worked with my body on two levels: one around maintaining (or even, furthering — we shall see) my pre-surgery weight loss efforts, and the other, around preparing my body for surgery, instructing the bones and tissues to heed my doc’s instructions and expedite recovery, in the most optimal manner possible.
As you can imagine, after this I felt much better.
But I still had a little (just a touch, really) anxiety about the surgery itself, and the subsequent pain that would follow.
So I called out to my HIY group and asked if anyone wanted to participate in an intention experiment. I gave them the specifics and the time of my upcoming surgery and asked them to send healing energy, in whatever way they preferred.
Nearly all of them responded, and sent healing in different modalities (Reiki, coning and MAP, white light, intention, energy, etc.) and here I am now, recovering nicely and with a better outcome than even my physician anticipated.