Every once in a while, someone takes out a very sharp pin and makes a jab at my bubble. Yes, I live inside a clear, clean, organized, orderly, sweet-smelling, polite, only nice people allowed bubble. Ask my kids, they know I live in a bubble. Shsh, don’t tell them, but sometimes, I add the word “the” to things to make them cringe. It’s how we do things inside a bubble. “Gosh, when you all move we will have to get “the” Skype, so we can talk and see the grandgirlies”. Heck, even I know it is Roll Tide in Alabama, not “the” Roll Tide. gosh, I like to poke fun at those boys.
Back to my slap on the wrist, jab at my bubble. You see, one of the things that most people forget to talk about when they or someone they know become sick is money. Yep, great big piles of green moola. How does one get all the paperwork figured out and I do mean a lot of paperwork, so all the right people can be paid for their expertise? Here is the big poke……………..in over 8 months of medical drama, I haven’t had to think about it at all. period. Nope. I am one of the lucky ones. YES, I said I am lucky. You see, Mr. Right has taken it upon himself to intercept bills and envelopes and phone calls. He has paid bills and argued with insurance companies. He remembers to bring the correct laminated “magical” cards to each appointment. He has scratched his head and tried to figure out the common sense approach, then to just throw his hands in the air and pay the dang bill. Yes, we have very good medical insurance. Yes, we have paid the premiums. Yes, we have filled out all the forms. News flash, being sick costs money.
It is me, who has made this big decision drama. Should I or shouldn’t I? Should I do this or that? Should I get a second or third opinion? Should I listen to my gut? Should I fall back on how I was raised? I don’t want to do that! I want to do it MY WAY. I want to cross my arms and stomp my feet and have a little or big melt down. I want a cappuccino treat because I was a big girl and went to an appointment.
Enter Jesse Prather. www.healyourselfllc.com I learned about him and got to know a bit about him yesterday. Here are the words that poked my bubble and let out some of my very hot air: “Learning in the Spring of 2010 that I had cancer was difficult enough to accept, never mind the fact I had no medical insurance. To offset my financial worries, I was forced to find alternative ways to heal myself……two and a half years and thousands of hours of research later, I regained my health with cleansing and intense detoxification through juicing…”
Shame on me. A huge shock, slap in the face, here I am being a Verruca, acting all high and mighty…………..I have the privilege of choosing to juice and exercise and breathe and cleanse. I wasn’t forced to make this choice. I, in my white gloves and nose in the air, decided it was the best possible choice for me. In all the tangled mess, I um, sort of forgot there were oodles and oodles of poodles……….not really, it just rhymed………oodles of people who have NO insurance. They do not have the luxury…….yes, that is what it has become, luxury of choosing what to do with said medical insurance. Heck, even if you do have insurance, it doesn’t even begin to cover it. I won’t insult your intelligence by listing all of the things that it does not cover. Let’s face it, being extremely ill costs a whole bunch of money.
A friend mentioned yesterday, that our medical system is so out of whack that it is high time many of us took back the reigns and took control of our own health, life and well-being. Time to hit the books, do “thousands of hours of research” and get on with it. It is time for us to stop “believing in” the television and print ads produced (and a very good job they do) to tell us what we should be taking and thinking about our health. Advertisers are paid millions and millions of dollars to do one thing, sell a product. They are not in the business to care about us and our bodies. They do not care if you or your family will be healed or live a long healthy life. Their job is to sell a product. period.
It is time, that we pool our resources and offer to help each other. NOT judge each other, HELP each other. There is indeed power in numbers. I don’t think I need to stand on a soap box and preach…………….our “health care system” is crumbling and many are scrambling. There is value in knowledge and learning and sharing. The time is now. We must value ourselves enough to heal thyself.
Our lives, are much to valuable to leave it up to chance. We are worthy of research and learning how to take care of our bodies. Our families are worthy of much more than GMO’s and toxins and hot pockets, energy drinks and processed dead food. We are worthy, whether or not we have or do not have insurance. One of the most important aspects of healing is to choose a treatment path in alignment with your belief system. Maybe it’s time we brush off our beliefs and get back to it? I do not believe in frozen burritos. I do not believe in drinking another animals milk. I don’t believe in processed foods. I don’t believe in canned soups or packaged desserts. I do not believe in fast food. I do not believe in eating copious amounts of sugar to the tune of 172 pounds a year by every American adult.
I do believe in fresh air and sunshine. I believe in exercise and whole foods. I believe in laughing every day. I believe in green juice and sunshine juice and red beet juice. I believe in pure clean water. I believe vegetables and fruits can heal and sustain us.
We are in this together. Together, if you are willing to open your mind and heart and soul, we can figure this all out. It’s okay, come out of your bubble. The water is fine, just dip your toe in. A few more vegetables won’t hurt any of us.
Today, I am going to be open to learning something about health from someone else. Today, I promise to share some tid bit I learned about health with someone else. Baby steps people, baby steps.
“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward of Eden: and there he put the man whom he had formed. And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; . . . . ” ~ Genesis 2:7-8