For five days this sickness had a hold of me. It started out with swollen glands and the strength that I could conquer it holistically. Between the Panela drinks, and hot honey and lime remedies that valiant effort only worked for a couple of days. I managed to get the swelling in my neck glands down but what followed later would be the rath of fire.
I awoke on the second day of natural treatments with a throat full of razor blades. Every time I tried to speak or swallow I was left with the feeling that I had just took a shot of broken glass down my throat. Where was my lime chaser now? It was then I knew I was in trouble and probably needed a good dose of the western mans remedy with an antibiotic.
Got my prescription started and went off to bed with a fever of 102+. For all of you that have been sick with a fever I won't bore you. You all know how terrible you felt!
Five days into my illness with the antibiotics running through me and still the fever was not broken. There was a healing that took place in my throat, no more shards of glass to be felt. Now there was a new enemy that could be felt on the left side of my head. This pain was intense and radiated through the right side all the way up to the top. Between the fever and the pain in my head it was taking all my energy just to stay positive.
The fifth night is the reason this story is being told. Night had fallen and as I laid in bed I asked for help from our cosmos to be a part of me and help heal me. Late into the night there was a change in my heartbeat, it was becoming slower and the pain in my head had increased. Physically I wanted to turn over in bed and reach out to Carlos to ask him to help me. I could not even move from the position I was in, physically I was locked in my body. At this time there was a lot of fear running through me as I could feel myself slowly fading out. This was a feeling of separating from my own body. Was this what they call fight or flight? If so, I think I took the flight route!
After that feeling of separation I ended up on this very high, and I mean very high cliff side. The stars seemed very close to me like when you fly in a airplane. It was so beautiful, more than words can describe. My sister Anne, was with me and she told me I was strong and I could do this. Anne must have known how scared I was because she had become my strength. And just like the Nike slogan "Just do it!" those words came shouting out of her mouth. "Come on let's go for a run!". This was definitely funny because in my earthly world I wouldn't consider myself a runner even on a good day. However, she is and maybe that's how she felt I would feel better. Amongst all of this beauty I lay there thinking, she is nuts! How can I run when I am too weak to even move?
She kept pushing the idea to take a long run and then I started to cry. Quickly she became a bit more calming to me and said "let's just lay here and take in all of this beauty and so we did. We both laid there on our backs on the smooth rock cliff side and became a part of that bliss. The sky was darker than any skyline that I have ever witnessed, even comparing that to the Apache Mountains in Arizona. The stars were so many it was as if they were touching each other. The ocean was blue but with a depth of darkness and surreal calmness. She then laid there with me on that cliff and told me she wouldn't leave my side until I was OK. We continued to lay is this blissful silence under the stars. The silence was something one could imagine as if you were amongst the stars.
My eyes opened and I was left to wonder what happened to me, because the last thing that I remembered was my heart slowing down and my world fading out. Was this a dream? I don't think so! It makes perfect sense to me why it was my sister Anne that came to my side. After all, she is my older sister whom I have loved and counted on for love all of these years. Anne is a mother likeness to me, a sister to me and now a healer too! Thank you Anne, for being by my side and for the healing.
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