What the Fly Teaches Me

I have a strange relationship with flies. It began when I visited the Ghost Whisperer (better known and more respectively known as a Spiritual Intuitive). During my session, she hesitated before saying - "I hate to ask you this, but do you have a fly infestation?"

What's strange is that I did have a fly infestation. If you've lived in Arizona for a long time, you know that we never used to have bugs. When I first moved here in 1996, we could leave our doors and windows open without worrying about bugs.

That's not true anymore and when I was asked about a fly infestation - that was exactly what I had been experiencing in my home.

Longer and deeper story short, the flies were connected to the energy of a dear and deceased friend. No matter what you choose to believe about such 'whacko' theories - my children and I chose to engage with the notion that Cindy was visiting me.

"Mom, Cindy's here." is what they'd say when they saw a fly in the house. Again, no matter what you believe - this situation had many positive benefits in our family. One child, in particular, who would freak out when a fly buzzed in his face stopped freaking out.

Whenever I saw a fly, it was another moment that I could think of Cindy and other relatives who had passed away. It was a moment of reflection on what was happening in my life. It was an opportunity to breathe and relax during otherwise difficult moments - like, if I was yelling at my children for something.

So, no matter the Truth, we have welcomed the fly into our home and we have embraced the interpretation of what the fly's presence means.

So, almost three weeks after back surgery - and still in a position of laying around most of the time (there is a month of no prolonged sitting or standing, wearing compression socks, walking around the block when it's not so hot, etc.) - the fly has come for a visit.

Hopes have been high; recovery has been good; my eagerness for the next phase of healing has been unbounded.

And, then I was diagnosed with Shingles. This is not an uncommon occurrence after surgery when your immune system is already compromised. My breakout has occurred on my face - my chin, near my mouth. It is painful (Though, hopefully, I caught it soon enough that it won't be as excruciating as it can be.) And, you can't catch Shingles from me - but if you haven't had chicken pox or the vaccine for chicken pox - I can help you out there.

This is a day of rest and relaxation - more so than the last couple of weeks have been. A minor step back. But, not really a step back - just a realization that rest will help my body heal and, since we are stuck in the house, it might as well be a watching movies day.

As I'm laying there - reading a book on EFT (tapping) for pain relief that I have the honor of reviewing - a fly buzzes in my face. I jerk - a motion that I haven't experienced in a LONG time. And, the first reaction is fear. I can't do that. I'm going to harm myself. I'm going to re-injure my back. I'm supposed to be calm, still, and take it easy.

A few minutes later, it happens again.

And I turn the buzzing fly into a message from Cindy and my grandma. I am surrounded by love. It is ok. I am better than I was and I will continue to get better than I am. I am strong. It's all good.

As I left the room to come write this on my computer (where I am SITTING - something I hadn't done in months before the surgery), there was the fly sitting peacefully on my nightstand - guarding me (?), watching over me (?), reminding me (?)…..

It doesn't really matter what it really is (a fly annoyingly living in my house) or what you believe or what I believe…. because I have attached a new meaning that is comforting, hilarious, and helpful.

One Strong Woman

My peace with surgery.

I was told I was 'one strong woman'.
I took that as - unbelievable that I dealt with this for so long.

I visited everyone I could think of, everyone anyone suggested.
I went to the Founder of the Naturopathic college. He asked if I was afraid of dying on the table. I told him I wanted his guidance in helping my body heal on its own. He told me he'd help me after I physically fixed the problem. This was bad.

I was trying to avoid surgery at all costs. I was an advocate of avoiding surgery at all costs. I still am.  

I went to a medical intuitive. She performed spiritual surgery - with the help of a deceased physician she channeled. Don't ask. But she totally knew about the physical problem from meditating on my chakras. I didn't tell her what was going on.

I had months of physical therapy - GREAT physical therapy. From two different physical therapy centers (insurance changes in the middle of this year) It helped, frequently. But just didn't sustain for the long haul. And, then when I had a relapse, they referred me on.

I went to a fabulous neuromuscular therapist (if anyone needs a referral, I highly recommend her) who told me that if - after a few visits - we weren't seeing any improvement, something else was going on. I kept going to her anyway because there was such relief after my visits. They just didn't sustain.

I followed an anti-inflammatory diet. I used tapping. I journaled. I followed the John Sarno philosophy - the unfortunate problem there was that I was unable to physically move and moving and being normal is part of his treatment. But, then I read his book again, and I fell into his "exception - see doctor" category.

I tried pain management. I tried resting. I tried to try yoga. I couldn't move, most of the time. I thought of alcohol and I contemplated moving to Colorado.

And, then I went to a doctor recommended by a friend. This doctor had helped my friend - and many people - avoid surgery. He is a neuro-spinal doctor. He looked at my MRI. He ordered another MRI to see if there had been any change. The pain management doc told me it looked slightly worse. 

It was time to consider surgery. I love this doc (recommendation for anyone who needs). I appreciate his philosophy on the spine, on treatment, and on health, in general. 

He referred me to the surgeon he thought would be the best one for me. I visited him. I believe in him. 

I'm sure I can spend another couple of years trying to overcome this on my own. I know I did not try everything. There is always something else. 

But, I'm ready to live life again. I'm ready to be there - really be there for my children - and my husband - and mySelf. So, here I go...

Home Alone

It's been 286 days. since I retreated from life. not intentionally. It's been a mommy time-out. Though if I had had the gumption to think about it, I would have taken A Year by the Sea as Joan Anderson did. She took a vacation from her family.

But, I didn't think about it. I didn't get to plan it. It just came to me. 

As I woke the morning of the first day of school and made my way to the bathroom, I crumbled - in pain. That was it. I couldn't move. That was the beginning of my year "off". 


I have one more week of lazy life. And, to honor that, my family has gone to Hawaii for a week - leaving me home alone. Got that? In my house. All alone. For a week.

why is this week any different than the weeks from the past 9 months? It's not really.
I don't have to do anything that is not a 'have to'.
Same as the last 9 months.
I'm not so mobile.
Same as the last 9 months.
I'm laying down most of the day.
Same as the last 9 months.

I've already been given a mommy time-out. And, now it's like the frosting on the cake. One more week of "doing nothing" except that - this week - my children are not in the home with me (nor is my husband, but I am more accustomed to that).

It's not quite as glorious as one might imagine.

I woke up on the first morning and didn't know what to do with mySelf - despite the list of "things I need to get done" that I had prepared the night before. I couldn't believe how long the day lasted. I achieved so much AND sat around on my a#! for much of the day.

An amazing reflection of how much time our children need from us each day (and I'm celebrating that fact, not complaining about).

I've realized a lot this week.

I have realized that the trauma of the first time I had time away from caring for my children still resides within me. When I received the call about a certain son who is not cooperating and pulling "one of his moods", his impossible moods, on the Hawaiian vacation that the rest of my family is on. And, I am here and they are there. I have no control and yet my heart aches and breaks. Am I better off not knowing? Can I act as an advisor? Can I really do anything to help? Does bringing me into the situation do anybody any good? Because if it does - I'm willing.

The first time - I went away with a friend. While in the airport, I get a phone call that this same child was… missing. They were looking for him. He didn't want to go to preschool. What was I going to do? What was my role in that situation? Could I do anyone any good at that moment? I hung up the phone and cried. The child was soon found in the depths under my bed.

This week, I have realized that it's quite strange to wake up and get ready in the morning without any interruptions. I am so accustomed to the children's needs cutting into my own that I don't know what to do with thirty straight minutes all dedicated to mySelf.

I have realized that at 2:30, my heart automatically begins to beat faster as I realize there is a half-hour left before I have to pick my children up at school - or that they will be returning from school, as I frequently did not pick them up from school this year.

I have realized that I don't like being away from my children. Not that I didn't know that before - but I really, really feel it this time. All of them at once. For more than a few days. It's … hmmm… hard? strange? Different - for sure, it's different.

What makes this week different from the last 10 months? Since August 7th, I have done nothing that I did not need to do. I have been laying down more than I have been standing up. I have watched more TV than I am willing to admit. I have not exercised. I have not participated. I have been nearly non-functional.

This week, the pressure of the 'have-to's" are a little less. My bouts of standing time are not interrupted with a child's need (no offense, my dear children).

I am a mommy 'home alone' which would typically lead to the rush of getting things done - finishing scrap books, cleaning out rooms, reorganizing home and life…

Nope. None of that. A Mommy Time Out.
That's all it is.
I highly recommend it… and, then again, I don't.