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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Unexplained?

Okay, I know there are days when my pain is worse then others. Like the other day when I couldn't make it to my brother's house to watch the Academy Awards. That was horrible. Trying to get there and having to turn around because the traffic was awful and the pain was intolerable. The next day, Monday, wasn't much better but I had to get some things at the store. I usually go to the Fred Meyer nearer to me, but I went to one a little further away because I saw something there last week and wasn't sure it would be at the store I usually patron.


So I was in line at the check-out, which is unusual for me too. I generally check myself out. But I had a lot of produce and wasn't in the mood to look them up or punch in the numbers so I took it to a cashier. By then, my pain was through the roof; my legs were on fire and tingling and it felt like I was being stabbed with knives. I swear, they were about to give out on me. I tried to keep myself calm, but I was moaning out loud....trying desperately to hold it together. When that happens, sometimes strangers respond. The cashier asked me if I was okay or if I needed help. I tried to smile, I told her it was chronic and I just needed to get home, but thank you very much for your concern.


Then something odd happened. As I was reaching for my bag, she leaned over the cashier belt and put her hands on me. She said a very short prayer. Very short. Something like "G-d be with you" I can't remember. I thanked her, walked away, and the cynical me mumbled "Who?" (in reference to G-d). I was so angry about Sunday, about my situation in general, that I have been lashing out at my beliefs This is the part I can't explain. The pain started to dissipate. Within minutes of her putting her hand on my arm. Now, the intensity of the pain wavers from a 6-10. It use to stay at about "5" but not anymore. Now it's intense all the time. And I had taken a pain pill (which does next to nothing) so I kind of wrote it off as that. But the intensity of the pain has stayed a tad lower then normal since then. So far. I see a healer every two weeks and she helps a lot. The relief never lasts long, but I take what I can get. My head wants to write this off completely. My legs are burning like hell right now, and I wanted to do a few more things today (I went out once already but forgot some things).


 I want to go back to that Fred Meyer and see if I can find her. I want to ask her if she is a healer. I want to tell her what happened to me. But the stubborn me won't let me do that. Not right now. I don't trust it. I don't trust anything anymore. What I feel is that THIS is all an accident. I was born under a godless sky and inhabit a body that was never meant to live this long. I've had more diseases then there are varieties of candy. I look around me at all the pain and anguish in the world, and I have a hard time holding on to any kind of belief system. It comes and goes, just like the pain. My fear is that if I am wrong, I will be punished further for not "doing what I am suppose to do" in this life....whatever the hell that is. So I do nothing. I can't concentrate. I can't focus. All I can do is BE. To Be. I am a verb, nothing more.

1 comment:

  1. Sherri,

    This clerk at Fred Meyer surely had the gift of healing from God. You can say God-it's ok! God made you perfect, and LOVES you so very much. He does not want you to suffer at all; in fact, he cries with you. But when Adam and Eve took that bite of the apple, suffering was born and will not be eliminated until Jesus returns to us. This I believe with all my heart. Suffering is watching your beautiful 18-year-old daughter spending her sweet life in her bedroom; no friends, no shopping, parties, and no school. This is also because of NF, but NF was created when sin was created. You, my dear Sherri, will have one of the biggest rooms in heaven, as will Ashley. You are so very loved by YOUR creator-God!

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