I’ve had some very eye opening experiences in the past few months. In May, I had rotator cuff surgery. Prior to that, I was an exceptionally busy massage therapist, doing upwards of 25+ hours of actual hands on weekly. Between dog walking, hiking, gardening and house chores, I thought i was in pretty good shape, for a 50 year old. So, I didn’t work out, I had stopped practicing the Martial Arts years ago, my weights sat in the back of my closet, untouched for years, and cardio was non-existant. Yet, still, I thought I was in decent enough shape.
Until the surgery.
It only took one month to bring me down to zero. ZERO. I was so weak, lifting a half gallon of milk was hard. My doctor, in his infinite wisdom, forbade me to move my left arm, due to his finding a hole that went through my entire rotator cuff. His rationale was to let it heal naturally by keeping my arm in an immobilizer for four weeks. I’ve never been in such intense pain, so sitting in my favorite chair, ice packs on, pain killers ingested, became my routine. Normal RC post surgical advice is to begin moving within a few days- mine was to be still and not move it, which at the time was fine for me. Every movement became a trial, and the incident where the spider fell on my right arm and I instinctively smacked it with my left- well, let’s just say the the neighbors five doors down were aware!
This is the unfortunate reason why, after 3 months, I am still unable to flex my shoulder past 60 degrees, or abduct past 50 degrees. My insurance company, since it knows more than my PT or my Doctor, has cut my Physical Therapy benefits, because according to them, I should be healed by now! Voila! If it was only that easy.
Since May, I have been privileged to be the recipient of enormous generosity, by family, friends and even strangers. This must be one of the lessons I needed to learn, that I am not alone, I can’t do it alone, and being alone sucks! Friends have done everything to help me heal, from taking me outside so I can remember what sunshine feels like on my skin instead of through a window, my Mom-in-Law took me to PT and beyond, my husband really stepped up and became my servant for a whole month, a real learning period for him as well! I’ve been gifted food, money, car rides, energy healing sessions, long phone calls where I ramble on through pain drugged rants, and most of all, the knowing that I was not in this alone. Recently, after finding out I’ve been left to heal on my own, my dear friend Kelly Perkins gifted me with Pilates classes, claiming she will do everything in her power to bring me back to health. These are true friends, good people, blessings.
Healing is a community activity, it always has been and it always will be. Our clients come to us, sometimes broken down to zero. We become part of their tribe, their village of people who allow them to be where they are, so they can move past it into health. I never fully understood this until now. I mean, I “got” it on a strictly professional level, however, now it hits that place within me where it is my honor to be there for them.
What do you bring to your table? Are you willing to be part of the village, or the loner just “doing the job”? Healing is hard work, physically, mentally, emotionally and indeed spiritually. How can you show up today for someone that will make a difference in their healing journey?