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 4th 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.
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