Friday, August 12, 2011

Health scares...

In the past 6 months I have been hospitalized, gone through several medical procedures so expensive it bombed our bank account and been poked and prodded for blood that I was milked like a cow for the last few drops.

I thank God everyday that it is not cancer and that no matter what results always came back fairly positive. You never believe it when people tell you that your emotions do govern your physical health. With the recent downturn in my life, I have been super stressed with living with my in-laws and sister-in-law who has a witch hunt on me, trying to make sure our house is built upright...and not cause a scene at my workplace while I was being bullied and harassed...all in all...while trying to fight with my ever-emotionally-dead hubby in a tiny bedroom.

As I sit here hooked up to a blood pressure monitor that robed me of my freedom to drive, move around to pull my bra strap off my shoulder and sleep a good night's sleep, I thank God that its not something incurable. I thank God despite it all...I still have my health...slightly a bit battered by a jack of all trades. As I read a story of a strong man fighting testicular cancer, I thank God for his blessed recovery so that he can tell us his journey while silently praying for those still fighting the battle.

It has not been easy and never comfortable. Medical tests are angels sent by God in boxes of humiliation, discomfort and fear such as being pumped with a dye that makes you pee in your pants. But even so...after bruises, sleepless nights and swollen eyes from constant crying....I have been blessed with positive results each time.

So I thank God :-
1. For my emotionally-retarded husband who teaches me that you can switch off your brain & seems to know how to laugh/giggle each time I am prodded, poked, hooked up & doing some crazy procedure
2. For my naggy-health conscious mother who thinks that raw vegetable & fruit juices cures everything
3. For my control-freak dad that makes sure that I understand the importance of exercise (PS - He is also the one who I inherited the stress genes from)

Be it that I have another session of results next Friday, and maybe I am not so lucky or maybe this time I might be just as blessed. Either way, I can't sit around for another health scare cuz 3 lessons is enough to drum it in my head that there is something I need to learn.

So, say hello to a stress-free(attempt anyway) Erin. Because I don't think I can survive years of being hooked up to a machine that pumps air into a band around your arms...squeezing it so hard that your fingers go numb!

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