“I’m getting the sense that you’re not going to be able to do this alone,” the woman said to me. We had already had a 45 minute conversation over the phone when she dropped this little nugget into my memory bank. This woman had undergone her own MRSA battle. Our recent conversation was a long heart-to-heart about the ways she approached the eventual healing of her infection, and the medical practices both alternative and conventional. We bonded over ointments and essential oils, swapped stories and compared discoveries.
I have no plans to turn Roots & Wings into a MRSA blog, but those of you who read my previous post will know it has recently been a dominant bit of content in my life. Truth be told, the topic is rich with parallels, metaphors and crossover into other important areas of my well being. There has been something spiritual about the healing process, and it is putting me in touch with some old lessons from my roots. My wings are being stretched, too. Hell, it’s getting me to write again! That’s something. Possibilities and new realities are opening up everyday, but I’ll save that for another blog.
As I talked with this woman, it surprised me that her most valuable insight wasn’t some MRSA secret. I asked a lot of relatively informed questions: What kind of doctor will be able to help me? What can I do to eliminate the infection? Where can I find alternative resources? How do I implement these strategies? However, this idea that I was not “able to do this alone” gave me reason to pause. This new bit of wisdom gave me the courage to ask a new question. A who question.
After all of the researching, doctors visits, and elimination diet, do you know what made me feel the best? Hearing from you. After posting a month ago, I have been overwhelmed by the response. Over 200 people responded with words of encouragement. Even more shared something with me in person. The question that changed the whole process is: Whose support do I need to make it through this? I need as many people as possible. I am so grateful for everyone’s outpouring of support.
This is no new lesson, but one I’d forgotten. I was reminded yet again this weekend as I celebrated Christmas with my Grandmother, one of my original supporters. My source. A long-time music teacher, she started the weekend with a Christmas concert on Friday night for all the residents of her apartment building. 80 years old, and she was singing her heart out, one of her voice students at her side, sharing music with her community. Her support system. She rounded up our whole family to sing carols around the building on Sunday evening. Her community came out to listen, and a few even joined our brigade.
My Grandmother has been through her own share of trials. One does not make it to 80 without a great deal of resilience! In the three short years since she moved from Spirit Lake, Iowa to St. Paul, Minnesota, she built a loving community to support her in the next chapter. That’s the power of who. May I never forget it.
Whose support is important in your next chapter?