Remembering 9/11

Remembering.

A musical tribute in honor of those who were touched by the events that took place on and after 9/11.

God Bless.

Anguish...

Anguish...

It's that moment that strikes you when you least expect it.
It's that twist in the pit of your stomach that you know something is wrong.
The nerve that makes your head pulsate in pain.
Or your knees shake in desperation.

That about sums up my Thursday night.
Hubby woke up in severe pain and we had no idea what was wrong. I compare it to how I must have looked in the heat of labor or giving birth. Except, he was being very manly about the whole thing. Sucking in his breath, pacing back and forth, and biting his lower lip.

I knew something was wrong. Should we get you to the Emergency Room? I asked.
   I think so.

That was not the response I wanted. David never complains about pain. He never wants to see a doctor. Never wants to make a fuss. Wanting to go to the ER meant something was wrong.

Off we went to undergo countless exams, scans, pokes, and questions. The root of all this wrong was an infected gall bladder and stones. Bad gall bladder. Shame on you for making my hubby suffer. Grrrr.

Thats how I felt. And then all of my holisticish thinking went right out of the window. Morphine? Yes! We want morphine. Diprivin? Yes! Percocet? Please! I just want hubby to feel some relief. To rest. And to recover.

Does that make me an unbeliever in natural remedies? Absolutely not. I still stand by tried and true relief by natural means when possible. But in this moment of crisis, my gut immediately turned to the professionals that were trained in just that...crisis control.

And during this, the only natural remedy that we immediately turned to was prayer. The simple power of a not-so-simple act bought us relief. And the simple reality of its power, is what we are standing on for a speedy and healthy recovery.




(Image above from Kevin MD blog)