Of cats and lymphs…

Archie no longer sleeps with me. But that doesn’t mean we’re not talking. Just this morning he joined me in the sun and listened carefully to my murmurings of love. He likes to hear how clever and brave he is. Even ‘tiny and beautiful’ are now acceptable. His replies are becoming more and more understandable and his head butts are clearly messages of affection. I no longer fear becoming a cat lady. I am already a fully fledged one.

The op is behind me and the road ahead is clear. Well it should be…except for a little hurdle to jump. My lymph glands are confused. No, I’m not making this up, I’m quoting my wonderful surgeon. Three of said thingies were removed from under my armpit. But there are 27 of them left to do the job. And they will, my doctor assures me. It’s just a matter of organising who does what. “Imagine having a company where three of your employees retire. You still have 27 others. So instead of employing more people, you simply spread the work amongst the remaining highly competent team.” (Dr N.)

I have another check up next week. But in the meantime, I’m persuading my lymphatic system to kick in properly. I’m stepping up my daily walk on the beach, adding a touch of reiki and taking liberal amounts of turmeric. Don’t tell my surgeon that. If it works, I’ll confess. He reminded me anyway! Often our bodies need a little help. In my case… a lot lately. But our systems will try to heal themselves, especially if we let them. Given enough love and time, they sort things out.

So what I’m saying, at the risk of repeating myself, is this: I have every faith in the big guns of medicine. I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m about to hand over the responsibility of my own healing. It’s important for me to stay in the driver’s seat and bring my part to the table. An integrated approach includes me 🙂 And Archie of course. He’s adapted his strategy to suit the phase I’m in. But it’s still very much there. I couldn’t do without his morning purr. I prefer the head butts to the love bites though. Hope he’s got the message.

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