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Get some passion about this thing…

By Sharon Gorman, D.C.

I have this patient. She is 90 years old. I’ve been taking care of her since she was about 75. For the last 3 or 4 years she has been homebound. She is on oxygen and the quality of her life, by our standards isn’t that great, but her family is honoring her wishes and helping her to remain in her apartment. A few weeks ago some members of her family told me that she was in and she is very weak and they don’t think that she is going to make it through the night. She had been in the hospital for several months. Her resistance is so low that she is in the hospital almost half the time. Anyway they didn’t ask me to adjust her. They would never ask me to go out of my way to go to the hospital or to the house but she would insist. I know that the quality of her life has been better because she has gotten adjusted and she knows it too. One time she came home from the hospital and I went to adjust her. She told me that she couldn’t stop trembling for about a week and she was told that she would be like that for now on. After one adjustment the symptom entirely went away and didn’t return.

So last week she went home. She survived again. The first thing she asked for after she returned home was for an adjustment. I obliged. She could hardly talk as she laid in a hospital bed in the middle of her living room. She couldn’t get out of bed. She was frail and very pale. I cleared her neck and I left. I was wondering why she wanted me to come. She seemed to be nearing the end.

I see the adjustment as life giving. If she is ready to go, what is the use. I guess after losing my mother not too long ago I am uncomfortable about being around death. The only thing she had said to me on Wednesday was will you come back on Friday? I didn’t have the heart to say no.

On my way over I was thinking about a couple of new patients who started at the beginning of the week and how great they were doing. One of them brought their kids to get checked and oh yeah, another of my patients who had had her baby 3 months premature brought the now 2 month old baby in for her first adjustment. In my mind these were significant events that happened in my practice this week. I was having trouble seeing the importance of adjusting Bx0x0e again this week yet I went.

I went into the apartment. She laid in the same spot. She had color in her face. She smiled. She said, “Sharon, I can’t thank you enough for coming on Wednesday. I had a headache for 6 weeks straight and since you were here it has been gone. It is a miracle.” It is. I blew it again. I judged. I decided that these trip might have been a waste of time. It isn’t her time. I don’t have to figure all this out. I need to keep showing up and doing the deal. God gave us a blessing in our hands. God heals through us. I can’t say no. It is not my privilege. The magic might go away.

Bx0x0e might have died this weekend. It is not my job to save her life. It is my job to turn on her life. I moved the bone. God does the healing. I wouldn’t want to die with a headache or subluxated. Get some passion about this thing called Chiropractic. When we are ready then we will be given the privilege of being there to watch miracles happen.

planetc1.com-news @ 2:08 pm | Article ID: 1060117711

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