“Keep it real,” Spirit meditation-messaged me about writing this week’s blog post. The topic had already become clear – my left hip, not my left foot, but my left hip, so it doesn’t look like a movie will soon follow. Cupping my hand to my left ear, I can hear the groans of disappointment now.
You can read on, dear reader, because I’m not going to complain about limping for a year, the pain, the technical, medical details. The focus of this post is how Spirit supports us, provides for us, and lives by the dictum, “Before you ask, I shall answer.” Did I want to write about this? No. But I am because I know I’m supposed to. I suspect Spirit has some larger purpose in mind – like allowing you and me to watch the perfection with which everything unfolds in real time. I’ve already had a chance to start doing that. I believe it will continue.
Louise Hay, author of You Can Heal Your Life, the most dog-earred, taped-together paperback on my bookshelf, has something to say about the hip in the table of mental equivalents in the back of her book. She conveniently provides a list of old thought patterns, or “mental equivalents,” that brought the condition in question out of the ethers into physical form. She then reveals “new thought patterns” or more supportive beliefs that assist in creating the desired condition. Readers can look up their ailments, alphabetically, from “acne” to “vitiligo,” to see what she has to say and if/how it might apply to them. I have found it very accurate. Of the hip, she states, the hip “carries the body in perfect balance” and is a “major thrust in moving forward.” She further comments that hip problems are related to “fear of going forward in major decisions. Nothing to move forward to.” The New Thought Pattern that supports healing is “Hip Hip Hooray – there is joy in every day. I am in perfect balance. I move forward in life with ease and joy at every age.” Well, that applies. There may have been some unacknowledged fear about moving from California to New Mexico this year to no friends, no family, no home, no job – only what I create. As for being out of balance, that seems to apply as well since the focus for the past two years was my son’s health not work or other areas. I like the idea of “moving forward in life with ease and joy at every age.” I can align with that, claim that, affirm that, create that. That could be an area of supportive new thought for me, especially when I recall a phone conversation this week with my sister-in-law, Shawn, in which we laughed together about the “indignities of old age” we are experiencing, and I wondered aloud which “body part would rot and fall off next.” She’s facing her second cataract surgery, I’ve had two. I’m denying the potential of a hip replacement. . . you get the picture. . . No more medical technicalities. The focus of this post is how Spirit supports us and provides for us before we even ask. Everything we need is already present.
Moving to New Mexico required I change my healthcare plan and find a new physician. Last week, I detailed how Spirit introduced me to the perfect health insurance professional at Jiffy Lube. Synchronicities like that continue.
Obtaining physician recommendations and researching their qualifications online led to appointment phone calls and the discovery that the most desirable, qualified candidates had “closed practices” and were not accepting new patients. I was prompted to check with a neighbor, a very bright University of New Mexico history professor, who holds Presbyterian Hospital and her provider in high regard. When I called for an appointment, I discovered another “closed practice.” The neighbor just happened to have an appointment that week before traveling east for the holidays. She had a track record of getting two friends into the closed practice through the back door. She did the same for me. Since making an appointment for a “closed practice” was outside the protocol of the call center, I decided to go in person. Fortunately, I chose the right wrong day to go in. It was snowing. It was twenty degrees. It was six days before Christmas. The receptionist said there was an available appointment in twenty-five minutes if I could wait. I did. The Nurse Practitioner was focused, compassionate, efficient, and she referred me to “the best orthopedist.” She sent me upstairs for hip x-rays. The large waiting room was empty – my wait was less than five minutes. I was the first, and only, person in the medical records line and authorized transfer of my California files.
On Sunday, a church friend asked about my hip. Our conversation revealed that she was a New Mexico native and long-term resident with similar friends, many of whom had hip replacements. She knew those who were happy with outstanding results through “the best orthopedist,” the one I see in a week. What a comfort it was to hear that.
When I received a follow-up letter from the Nurse Practitioner, it stated the x-rays showed “moderate to severe arthritis” in the hip. When I mentioned the results to my housemate, she said, “My father was a doctor. He specialized in arthritis and wrote a book about it. Let me get it for you.” I’ve been here five months and never knew her father was a doctor. “Before you ask, I shall answer.” More to be revealed.
