CHOOSING OPTIMISM, REJECTING SUFFERING: RECREATING YOUR FUTURE
It's My Crisis! And I'll Cry if I Need To: A Life Book that Helps You to Dry Your Tears and to Cope with a Medical Challenge explains how I survived a benign brain tumor killing me in 2005. Crushing every nerve entering my head, it was why I’d been having problems using my limbs, swallowing and seeing for months.
I agreed to emergency surgery knowing it could kill me or leave me paralyzed. I sought the slim chance that I’d live with only slight impairment of my facial nerves.
The spiritual lessons involved with my life-saving adventure appear in my book and blog.
But those insights didn’t help me in 2008. I had another lesson to learn.
In December 2007, several bones in my dominant arm broke in a freak accident. An orthopedic surgeon reconstructed my arm with metal plates and pins. Months of hum-drum physical therapy SUDDENLY stopped for my medical professionals. Things weren’t normal for any of us!
Therapists noted that my increasing kvetches (grunts of pain) became ear-splitting shrieks. In January 2008, I felt as if lightning were shooting through my arm, ricocheting off every nerve! Therapy became torture. I fainted several times.
My hand developed a weird glow. Swollen fingers oozed sweat when I relaxed. An emergency room doctor revealed that I had Reflexive Sympathetic Dystrophy, a deteriorating condition of skin, muscles and bones. It sometimes results after a fracture. Doctors don’t know why.
Reduced stress, an upbeat attitude and/or pain-killing drugs help some RSD sufferers to recover within a year or so. But not everyone recuperates.
Doctors ordered gentler physical therapy while remarking on my optimistic personality. Neither prevented nor diminished my pain, though. We had one last option: painkillers.
I reacted poorly to them, almost going comatose!
Suffering’s not my style, coping is. I adore double-crossing the Yetzer Hara (mind-set of negativity) with subterfuge. Knowing that some bystanders had misinterpreted my sobs for laughter and with “upside down mazal” (the time of sudden, G'D-given reversals in luck) Purim approaching, I wondered, “Can I laugh my way out of trouble? Can I trick my body into believing it’s healthy by CHOOSING not to have RSD?”
Then I developed a plan.
Poking fun at my condition weeks later with a colorful costume, band-aid covered Boo-Boo Barbie walked out my door and into Megilla reading (the annual recitation of the "How Jews Were Saved in Ancient Persia") story . I was mimicking history’s most cheerful doll: Barbie always smiles (even with RSD)! And she’d answered “Yes!” to my questions.
I giggled until the day I shocked my medical team with a new reality. I’d laughed away my RSD by March. See me celebrate at Laughing My Way to Better Health
Need to heal? Learn what I did:
Choose a Healthy Reality to Reach Your Surprising Potential.
The future is being revealed before you. Create and become it!
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Been there, done that, wrote a book about it, and going forward into the future.
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