I have tried every doctor. I have tried too many medications. None of which have worked for me in the long term.
A few months ago I was dealing with the real possibility of losing a part of my large intestine if something didn’t change for me. I was on several different strong medications to attempt to get my large intestine working again. It hasn’t functioned properly for over 20 years. It was hyperfunctioning before I had my son. Then, almost immediately, it just stopped. No matter what I ate or didn’t eat, it just wouldn’t “move”. I would go weeks without anything and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Then, when I finally did “go” I would have episodes of fainting due to my vasovagal syncope. It got so severe that last October I ended up consulting with yet another gastroenterologist about the issue.
I was taking Lactulose, Sennakot, mineral oil, Prescription Linzess, and Magnesium Citrate on the regular. My medication usage was the only “regular” thing about the situation. I ended up in the hospital. I was terrified.
Then, a friend suggested that I do Reiki. She “knows a guy” and thought I could really benefit. Yeah, everybody knows somebody, but I never get better. I hate to sound so cynical but come on…alternative medicine?
For days I couldn’t stop thinking about the Reiki. There was a spark of interest that I could not ignore. So, I texted her “guy” and made an appointment.
The day of my session was very stressful. I was getting my port-a-Cath placed the very next day. I was nervous about everything.
The session itself was extremely relaxing. It was in a comfortable dim lit room with soft music and a faint smell of hippie leaves. 😁
I decided that If I made it this far and I was already laying on the table, I might as well do everything I could to relax and really TRY to believe in the possibility of something actually happening. After all, I’ve seen miracles happen for others.
Halfway through this session, I started crying. I just felt a “release”. I can’t really explain it but I know it was very strong emotionally and spiritually. Just like that…like breaking a fever. It rose to the surface and shattered like glass. I imagined it all just falling to the floor. I imagined this release to be how a butterfly feels when breaking through the cocoon. How a snake feels when shedding its skin. It was raw and emotionally painful and refreshing all at once. I had been holding on to a lot of fear and I somehow let it go.
Within two days, my large intestine started working again. I stopped taking ALL medications related to bowel issues.
I absolutely cannot explain what happened that day. I personally believe that God used that man to heal my intestine. I know most people reading this will think I’m a nutcase. That’s ok. In fact, most of the time I am. This time though, I couldn’t be more serious about my miracle. I have a pile of untouched medications to prove it. I have told my Drs. My cardiologist said not to try to explain a miracle, just to accept it. My neurologist said prayer is sometimes the best thing we can have. It’s weird though, I don’t need anyone’s validation. I’m just thankful for whatever happened.
I cannot say that my gut won’t ever give me trouble again. There is no way I could, since I can’t really even explain what “fixed” it in the first place.
“The man with the miracle” that does the Reiki says that I healed myself. I find that hard to believe. Either way, I’m blessed.
At least for now, no more embarrassing hospital visits. That’s something positive in the midst of all this crap. (No pun intended)