What do you do when you get a diagnosis? A diagnosis you never expected you’d get, and never wanted? A diagnosis the docs claim is chronic, impossible to heal, and, based on your current health, will land you in a wheelchair sooner rather than later? Do you accept the inevitable – or decide that accepting a diagnosis is one thing, accepting a prognosis is quite another? I did the latter.
So, what is my challenge? It’s a rather serious one – I have Multiple Sclerosis. It’s been a friend of mine for longer than I care to remember – and it’s behaving better and better. Not quite what the doc told me to expect, but then I haven’t behaved as he expected or adviced, either. When I got the diagnosis back in ’94, a neurologist I’d known since I was a teen (my best friend’s father) told me to not spend my money on all the quacks out there. The quacks who claimed their modality would help me. There was nothing to do, MS is impossible to heal, after all. Said he. Of course I didn’t listen. Eventually I will post a list of everything I’ve tried over the years, I need to wring my brain a bit to recall it all. And, as you might guess, it has helped me. As has my choice to take this as a spiritual challenge. And that is what I’d suggest others do, as well. Not necessarily stay away from allopathic medicine, as I did, that is a question not to take lightly (and I do not want anybody to claim that I suggested they ditch medicine and go for prayer instead), but see this as a great push towards taking a good look on life. Take whatever meds you need to take, but research your options. Ask questions. You don’t have to be filled up with prednisolone, even though the hospital wants to go that route. More on that too at a later time.
For me, a gigantic shift came in ’96, when I bought Caroline Myss’ Anatomy Of The Spirit, and over the course of several months worked my way through it. The book works its way up through your seven chakras (or energy centers), each chakra chapter has ten questions for self examination. I bough a pretty notebook, and wrote down my answers to them all. Being devastatingly honest did hurt, I have to admit that, but the effect was amazing. It hurt to realise I held so many grudges, but I learned to forgive. Wow. I never thought forgiving could have such dramatic results. So, if you happen to read this, and wonder “how on earth am I going to live a good life with MS (or something else you’d rather not have)?” start with some self search – and start to forgive. Carrying a grudge is like taking poison and expecting someone else to die. Forgiving is an incredibly uplifiting experience. It takes a ton of your shoulders. Try it. Even if you don’t have any health challenges you know of. Oh, and please remember to forgive the most important person in your life, as well. Yourself.