Saturday, March 17, 2018

Faith: What I Really Meant to Say

I realize I got a wee bit carried away with yesterday's post and never said the very thing I intended to when I began to write.  And it all goes back to my Something Is Not Right post just a few days ago.

What I meant to impart is this:  As was indicated in that post, I experience absolutely horrible nights and can tell you right now that most of my mornings are spent much in the same way.  Morning stiffness.  Muscle aches.  Dry, sore eyes.  I'm sure you can imagine the rest.

And then I get to church.  Into that perfect and beautiful edifice which I have always thought of as my second home.  I plop myself into a pew, and it invariably begins. . .

I start to feel thankful, hopeful, peaceful.

I join in the rosary and glory at the difference of each and every voice that makes up the whole.

And suddenly it is I that is whole again.  Transformed into a person filled with gratitude and happiness.

There are no words for it.  And so I smile instead.

Friday, March 16, 2018

This is going to a post which departs from the ordinary, for I am going to speak about something I usually leave unsaid.  But it's important, and a big piece of how I view my life and handle my suffering.

Those who have read my book already know that I am a strong proponent of the Mind/Body/Spirit philosophy.  You know that I try to incorporate a sense of gratitude, hopefulness, connection with nature, meditation and prayer into my daily life.  You also know that I am a pseudo-new-age-Buddist-wannabe - using many forms of complementary eastern approaches to help with my disease.

The one thing which I have never dwelt on is my Catholic faith.

You may know that before these diseases hit me, I was an administrator for a large Catholic parish; the very parish in which I was baptized,married, and raised my own children.  But what you do not know is that after I was no longer able to work, that church still called me.  From the inside this time, not the fringes.  When I worked, one of my responsibilities was to prepare the church for the daily Mass at noontime. I often thought about the people who attended church services every day (including those who came to recite the rosary in advance) and always kind of wished I could be one, for I was someone who - it seems - went through the motions without experience any real close connection.

But illness does strange things for you. It slows you down and makes you think. It allows you to become more compassionate and makes you aware of the important things in life. Suffering opens up a whole new world that those untouched by illness, sorrow, or pain have never experienced. It's a club you never wanted to join but somehow feel a better person just for belonging to it.

The Christian view on suffering is that it is inescapable on this earth.  Inescapable, but redemptive.  I can, and should, transform my suffering into something beneficial for others or for me.

Faith.   I'll take it!

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The Cura Foundation: This Is Exciting Here!

I have recently discovered the Cura Foundation, the Vatican's Global Health Initiative to support the regenerative health revolution.  And while entering a contest to win a trip to this year's Unite to Cure conference in Rome (I'm destined to win, you know) I discovered something even more exciting; something that I, as an author and future activist, should perhaps have known already.

Stem Cell Therapy Is Beginning to Be Used to Cure Autoimmunity - 
Especially in diseases like lupus and rheumatoid arthritis!

Why didn't I think of this before, people?  I've always conjectured that once they find a cure for cancer, therein will also lie the key to curing autoimmunity.  But why didn't I think of this?  Bringing my body back to its pre-diseased state through stem cell therapy makes perfect sense.  A no-brainer!

The Regenerative Health Revolution.  Where do I enlist?

Please pray I somehow win that contest.  There is so much that my feeble brain wants to learn - for me and for my daughters!