She Just needs A Little Help

She just needs a little help.  She has made some mistakes.  Like calling the Physical Therapist and leaving 5 frantic messages on her phone to please NOT tell her doctor that she wet her pants that afternoon in the office bathroom.  The more nervous she became, the worse her jitters and rather skitterish speech got.  The pitch of her voice rose. 

”Just don’t tell the doctor I wet my pants!”  Her shrill demand on the 4^th call was urgent.  Unwittingly, she emphasized the possibility that her panic could render her incapable.

But it isn’t so.  The aging intuitive woman, highly successful in her past 60 years has always suffered from acute sensitivity.  Her perspicacity turned it into her service, her wisdom, her ability to help so many people extract the gold of their souls.  It’s an amazing ability to look into people, find out what blocks them, and energetically move that block.  Over and over she has given people an opportunity to become the next level of themselves, or even better, a more complete version of themselves.   Relieved from the old reactions recorded deeply within and wanting to become a permanent part of their soul, she proved over and over that they didn’t need to stay stuck.

I muse at how many of us find our gifts at the other end of the issues challenging our souls.  My brilliant friend was jittery and why?

For a few years medical people have been rather authoritarian with her, a terrifying aspect of her entire 82 years.   Now she isn’t “easy” with them.  She wants clarity and knows things they don’t know.  So she can argue.  But their dominance strips her from her dignity.  They can reject her.  “Medicare doesn’t pay!”  So many are being threatened and being dropped from the patient list.  They have to behave.  And in her case, the concept is she will have to go to a senior’s residence.  She doesn’t want that.  She wants to work, run her home, rent out her extra room, take supplements, and devote time to her art. 

The worst part of it all is that she is scared of the medical establishment and wants to be honoured, respected and heard.  The issue in this episode was that her Physical Therapist who took her urgent beseeching calls “please don’t tell my doctor I have incontinence sometimes!” and turned around and did just that. She told the doctor.  The PT suggested that she was becoming demented.

I hurt for my friend corralled and threatened, looking for support as her body and mind become more and more frail.  Surely it can be kinder.