Dr. X provided me with excellent health care,
and followed the progression of my MS like the true Sherlock
Holmes in his chosen field that he was, constantly monitoring,
testing, and micro-observing the strides this monster made
in ultimately taking over my life, and then systematically
destroying what was left of it.
But not to worry because Dr. X had the answers,
he said. And so, if one prescription drug didn't quite do
the trick, he'd prescribe me another to take it's place,....
and then another,.... and then another, until my medicine
cabinet was chock full of prescription bottles filled with
pharmaceuticals with odd sounding names as if they were selected
labels belonging to an elusive language all their own.
But .....back then I didn't care. I understood
my doctor knew what he was doing, and had only my best interests
at heart. That is, until one fateful visit to his office that
would mark the beginning of the end of my relationship with
Dr. X, and lead me onto an unexpected path of greater understanding,
and eventual healing.
Here's what happened.......
Dr. X came into the room with more of a somber
look on his face than usual. He wasn't your usual happy-go-lucky
type of guy anyway, but leaned more toward the highly intellectual,
pensive side of life . But this time, his face had more of
that droopy-hang-dog look, like he was holding on to the other
shoe he was about to drop.....the kind of demeanor that makes
you want to look for an open door out of there.
I held my breath. This wasn't going to be
good, I thought. And I was right.....it was a bombshell!
With pen and paper in hand, Dr. X sat down
beside me and drew a kind of graph. He drew what looked like
a row of mountain peaks, with each consecutive mountain peak
becoming smaller than the one before it, until they didn't
look like mountain peaks anymore, but more like bumps.
I tried to be an attentive student. "So
what's this all about"? I asked. And his reply was.....
"This is a picture of your future".
The peaks and valleys he drew symbolized my
MS attacks, followed by periods of remission. Over time, he
said, just like in his drawing, the attacks would eventually
take over, and there would be no more remission.
"So what about.....? I mean, what....what
happens when those big mountain peaks turn into really little
bumps like those over there?"
The look on my doctors' face grew even more
solemn now, and in silence, put pen to paper again...... this
time drawing a straight horizontal line out to the paper's
edge, flat lining everything..
"You mean....? You're telling me this
is IT? It's over....my life is OVER?!"
"Oh, no you don't! Are you nuts? You're
kidding, right? You can't tell me my life is OVER!" That
defiant spark of survival instinct raced to the surface, scorching
my fear, and manifesting into a loud battle cry.
I refused to believe it, and I let Dr. X know
in no uncertain terms. I refused to give in to the monster.
I didn't know exactly how, but I wasn't going to give up without
a fight......and now Dr. X knew that too.
He did his utmost to calm the firey Irish
in me, but it didn't work. Too late. I was already ablaze
from the onslaught and ready for anything else he could throw
And then it happened. Maybe it was his only
defense to get me to calm down and lower my voice so as not
to scare the other patients. Or, maybe it was his way of letting
me in on a closely guarded secret when he said......
"Shhhhhh...." He didn't want others
to hear. "Get some green tea" he said in a slow,
heavily pronounced whisper. And with that revelation, as if
letting me in on an elite secret code, in his own Sherlock
Holmes way, Dr. X was out the door and gone in a flash.
So what did Dr. X really know about natural
healing? What else did he know that he wasn't telling me?
I'll never know for sure, but none of that matters now.
What's important, is that he gave me the key
to open one of many doors that would ultimately lead me to
discover hidden truths and greater understanding about natural
healing that you don't hear about in everyday life....or in
most doctors' offices....that natural healing works. Afterall,
Mother Nature was here long before the factories were built
that produced all those pills in my medicine cabinet.
And Mother Nature will still be here with
all her natural healing wonders, long after they've turned
to dust. But for now Dr. X, I have to say......"thank