I wrote recently about working for myself and the challenges of setting up your own business and doing something that very few have heard about or understand.
So today I thought I would share with you (with permission) an example of what makes me persevere. What makes me get out of bed. What has meant I haven't given up.
I had a patient recently who had IBS and psoriasis which so often go hand in hand. They were also pregnant and had a hormone imbalance that was affecting the baby's growth meaning the baby was small.
Whilst they saw me we did a lot with diet, as well as things to do at home to reduce inflammation and stress; and I also gave regular reflexology treatments. I do at this point have to flag how great this patient was at doing everything I suggested.
They had regular blood tests and scans to monitor the baby and after a few sessions with me they were told their hormones were fine again and that the baby's growth was normal.
They ended up having a very complicated birth and it was touch and go for a while with the baby. I am so delighted and overjoyed and overwhelmed to say that the baby is still with us. And all the NHS staff said it's because the baby was no longer small and the hormone balance had be re-addressed. If the baby had been small it would be a terribly tragic story.
I am so grateful to my science degree and regardless of how intuitive I am, and how much I listen to my 'gut feeling' I ALWAYS look at the science and clinical research and what the body is doing at a biochemical level.
I am so grateful that I persevered and completed my degree and didn't drop out.
I am so grateful that this patient came to me and trusted me in their pregnancy. Trusted me with the health of them and their unborn baby.
I am so grateful they were compliant and did everything asked.
I am so grateful they came to me and I was able to save that little baby.
I am so grateful that they will all be together this Christmas.
That baby will always be my little miracle baby.
With love and hope,
XxX
Hope is a strange invention - Poem by Emily Dickinson
ReplyDeleteHope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own -
Emily Dickinson