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Ayurvedic Experience – 22 Days left – 9 Weeks into it

I really thought it would be easier to recover from my own home base. That has not been the case.

Ironically, other than last week, what I thought would be my challenges back home again, barely tempt me.

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, Ayurvedic is a “Body, Mind & Soul” treatment. I thought I handled the “mind stuff” with all the work I did as an “in-patient” at the Ayur Centre (not to mention countless efforts throughout my life); I hoped I was done, but it seems I only opened the floodgates.

I neither liked nor enjoyed what came through.

Much of my time these past 34 days that I’ve been home out-patient treating Osteoarthritis has been surfacing and battling “demons” that haunt me, and a few that haunt my laptop.

l was so totally frustrated that there were days I bordered on depression. I felt as if I have done more work than the average person to heal my soul’s aches and pains; yet, I’m still haunted! Is there no end?

In the past, pre-Ayurvedic treatment, I could go somewhere and do something fun and distracting or drown out sad thoughts while savoring a super sweet chocolaty or fruity comfort food. The past 6 weeks, I could not do either of those and adhere to the treatment plan. What could I do with all this mental and emotional turmoil?

Last week, re-reading Eat, Pray and Love, I decided to write a letter to God along the same lines as Elizabeth Gilbert did. I expressed my frustration and asked for help. No surprise to me, I got an answer. Not what I wanted to hear, but then it wasn’t the first time I did not like an answer – nor, was it the first time I’d been given this answer. I recognized it immediately. Truthfully examining my life as it is, as it might become, I could see where it screamed at me every time I look in the mirror or shout “it’s unfair”, “it shouldn’t be like this” and “I don’t want it to be like this; I want better, different…”!

I humbly accept that it absolutely was and is the “right answer” to heal my soul wounds. I now pray I can somehow integrate acceptance into my being.

Even before my Ayurvedic experience I understood the “mind, body and soul connection”, no argument from me there. I even teach that emotion and disease are messengers that communicate those areas we need to work through for healing. I am living the opportunity to walk my talk – that is, to live what I learned, teach and write.

One of the many things that troubled my undistracted mind is, how many people have the ability to devout three months of their life to proactively treat an illness, disease or life trauma? Most of us live such busy lives that it takes a catastrophic illness, or event, to trigger a reactive response. I guess I should write a letter to God for the answer to that question, but I fear the answer will be, “not many.”

I’ve revisited Dr. Siby for follow-up check-ups and more of the magic potions known as Ayurvedic medicine. The first follow-up, he placed his healing hands on my hip then lower back, then asked, “have you been traveling?” I tried not to answer, but that didn’t work so felt compelled to say “yes, but…” We genuinely tried to keep me reclined and resting. I passed on the opportunities for massages, a kayak tour of the bay and swims in the Andaman Sea – while reclining on a lounge chair, on the beach, sipping… bottled water – only to hear, your healing has been set back 40 – 60%. The second visit he checked my pulse, nail beds and weight – actually asked if I wanted to put on some kg’s – does he know nothing about American women??? I just said “no” – I figure once desserts are reintroduced, weight will recover all by itself but imagined this was too much information for him!

He did not touch my back or hip the second visit, and I did not encourage/remind him to check. Guilty conscience, I’m sure! With a friend visiting from the US, a new friend here from Germany and “adopted kids” that are returning to the Philippines, not to mention life, there were just so many opportunities to go, do and eat that I should have said “no, I have to stay home and do nothing”, which I did say “a lot”, just not every time. And, thank God I did get to get out and do and eat and distract my overactive mind – I think it was a plus rather than a minus. If only my body had agreed with that logic…

I paid for my adventures yesterday with the worst discomfort in 6 weeks; however, this morning I awoke, gratefully feeling better again. I guess a day of rest made a world of difference!

I only have 22 days left, or so I thought. My last visit, Dr. Siby said I will be continuing the magic potions after my 3 months are complete. He also cautioned me that at the rate I’m healing, it could be a year before I see results. A bit discouraging but I still prefer that prognosis and remain a huge fan of Ayurvedic Treatments. Consequently, I’m behaving again – or have returned to following the treatment’s regimen as best I can - all the while praying for a perfect X-ray in December.

Until next time, Namaste.

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2010

Karma

Kuala Lumpur Malaysia can be paradise; like anywhere else it can also feel like the opposite.

Late Saturday afternoon my husband and I walked to church. Everyday here is a beautiful day; some days it rains but the rain doesn't last that long and the weather again is perfect to walk most anywhere we go. Saturday afternoon was beautiful. As we walked we admired the beautiful flowers and trees and wondered how grand some of the older, moss covered buildings must have looked like in their hey day. Just a block short of the church doors a young man, approximately 18 to 20 years old, at our best guess, grabbed my arm just below the elbow, forcefully slid his hand down my forearm and attempted to wrest my cell phone from my hand.

He did not get my cell phone; he did get away.

But did he get away without consequence?

This morning I read in the newspaper of a young man in the US who was arrested attempting to blow up a skyscraper, filled with innocent people, in Dallas, Texas. The article would have me believe that the young man was a victim both of the FBI and the inability to emotionally process, reconcile and move forward having lost his father to divorce and his mother to cancer.

When that young man grabbed my arm I felt incredibly sad because I knew that somewhere in his life this present day "thief "had made decisions that rationalized in his mind that it is right and appropriate for him to take other people's belongings - even through force; somehow, in his mind, he believed that he deserved my cell phone more than I did.

Do the circumstances that led him to make that decision justify and exonerate him from consequences for choices he acts upon?

What then is the value of understanding what leads people to make the choices they make?

Karma certainly shows no compassion; it does not care how hard your life has been. Karma cares only how you reacted to those challenges and difficulties. Nor is karma subject to ACLU, CPS or any human government agency's monitoring. A much higher law is at work: you reap what you sow. Simply put: do good things and good things happen; do bad things and bad things come to you - either way you earned and deserved what happens.

Unfortunately, like in the case of the young man who attepted to steal from me, the consequence will likely be delayed and may even come disguised - he may never recognize it as a consequence of his action. Or, in the case of the young terrorist man in the US if he creates enough commotion and noise, gathers enough "sympathetic support" with his sad story... maybe, he can dillute or delay karma's effect.

In my experience, it is impossible to avoid the reach of karma and that efforts to dillute or delay it only enhance, escalate or increase the inevitable consequence; except, as we are taught in the New Testament, in the case of acceptance, repentance and request for forgiveness.  

Still, forgiveness may not dissolve consequences for one's actions and the results they caused - atonement and restitution are often essential elements of the process. Pay back or pay it forward are often the final steps to fulfill one's karmic debt.

I know this because I live it. Perhaps I am not guilty of stealing someone's cell phone but I did take my grandmother's conditioner without asking permission. I haven't blown up any skyscrapers, nor committed murder but I have intentionally or unintentionally disrupted lives of my loved ones for what in my mind was "just cause" - it felt like I was a "terrorist" to them!

From my experience at the school of hard knocks, insights gained along the way and my co-author's karma reconciliation process comes the next book in our Keep It Simple Series: Karma Change - The Book.

Belief Change - The Book will be available at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com by November 1st, 2009!

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

Perspective

Today, as I walked through my least favorite place to walk through in order to reach KLCC, a young man on a motor scooter offered me a ride. I politely declined explaining that I walk for the cardio exercise, wished him a good day and began pondering “perspective”.

Perspective is the uniquely individual, although often clouded by a collective, meaning attached to some thing – person, place, event.

It seemed sad to me that 1 in a 1000 bad people’s behaviors taint our perception of 999.

Most likely this young man was simply being kind; however, I would not take him up on his kindness for fear he planned something cruel, evil and unpleasant. My destination this morning included a meeting with a young man who, not having heard of my experience on the way to meet with him, told me that he worried for my safety as I walk nearly daily in the KLCC area.

He shared with me that a male friend of his, just this past week-end, had been attacked by a group of about 20 young men by a construction site near KLCC. They beat and robbed him. My friend did not want the same thing to happen to me.

It occurred to me that possibly I had been wrong about the purpose of my relating the story of the rescue dog in Thailand. I assumed I was intended to highlight the plight of stray dogs and cats and that there are successful and effective alternative solutions to extermination – funded and staffed rescue centers.

Perhaps the other part of the story, how I attracted Loundry (the stray dog I rescued) energetically and intentionally to bring the story to light is supposed to be shared as well. Actually, I consciously accessed and used energy to help Loundry in very much the same way I keep myself safe as I walk through frightening places.

Any and everybody who wants to has the same ability; unfortunately, many people do not know they have the ability to access and use energy intentionally nor do they understand the how and why to make it work. Thus is born the topic for this blog.

I love metaphors. They are particular useful for explaining the abstract concept of God. I liken God to electricity, everywhere present and all powerful. However, it is when we plug an appliance or tool into a power point, turn it on and cause it to perform work for us that we benefit from its existence.

Similar with God.

In the Loundry experience I made my request for assistance to God, His army of Angels and specifically to St. Francis of Assisi because it is my understanding that it is the purpose of that specific energy to assist animals. Then, I acted expecting results. Similarly, this morning, before my husband left for work, I prepared a fruit shake for the two of us to share. I pulled out my blender, plugged it into the power point, added the ingredients, covered it then pushed the “on” button. Voila, a delicious fruit shake came into being.

All too often when we pray for things we don’t add the ingredients or push the “on” button and if we forget to cover it… we really make a mess. Many times, we don’t have the same sense of expectancy when we pray that we have when we plug into an electrical power point or outlet.

We forget that God energy can only do for us what it can do through us or through others for us. Which is how this blog relates back to this morning’s experience with the man on the motor scooter.

When I began my walk to KLCC I acknowledged that there is the potential of danger. I request Archangel Michael’s protection because that is his energies purpose. I wouldn’t pull a toaster out of the cabinet to make my shake this morning; I choose a blender. So, for intercession on behalf of Loundry and her puppies I request St. Francis’ energetic assistance, for travel I call on St. Christopher, for writing this blog I invite Archangel Gabriel’s assistance and for protection I go to Archangel Michael. Then, I add my ingredients, I visualize a protective force field, a bubble, that emanates from my spine’s energy and walk out expecting safety.

Additionally, I don’t wear my jewelry so that I don’t attract or tempt those who might otherwise be inclined to take those kinds of items. I carry an umbrella which could be perceived as a defensive weapon. The bag I carry is the opposite of a Coach, Louis Vuitton or Gucci; it is actually a tote bag with only what I absolutely need inside.

Most important part of expectancy and working with energy, listen to your intuition, not your brain!

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

 

 

Wish I Always Remembered "Faith"

May Day 2009, Koh Samui Thailand, a peaceful island village on the coast of the South China Sea. My husband had to check in at work, remotely via laptop and internet; I had to have a “manicure” to fill the time. Fortunately, the night before, I noticed a convenient little shop directly across from the Waterfront Bophut hotel; unfortunately, I learned I didn’t have enough Thai Baht to cover the cost and she doesn’t take American Express or Master Card for that matter. The manicurist, kindly trusted me to “bring it by later, 5pm”; she had to go to the dentist after finishing my manicure…

Upon arrival in Koh Samui we had been advised to avoid the many atm’s located near the hotel. “They swallow your card,” our driver warned. “Use the bank atm, across from the 7/11, so you can recover if necessary.”

So, manicure complete, I headed to the bank atm about half a mile from our hotel.

About half way back to the hotel, I noticed a dog being shooed away from an open air restaurant. It was horrifying to me how thin this obviously a mother dog was. She must have sensed that I was open to help her because she allowed me to pet her. My heart sank to see her ribs and pelvis clearly protruded as her flesh caved around them. “Where can I get her food and water?”

I ran into a nearby convenience store, bought dog food and a bottle of water. It was a hot day and I could not imagine where a stray would get sufficient fresh water to drink.

By the time I returned to the restaurant she was gone. I could not imagine she had gone far assuming she would remain near her puppies, even while searching for food and water. I looked ~30 minutes trying to locate her and her puppies – behind the restaurant, up and down the streets, under the dock, between buildings and in several vacant, grassy lots.

All the while I prayed a request that St. Francis (patron saint of animals) intercede on her and her puppies' behalf. Knowing that I would only be in Koh Samui two more days, I specifically requested that in addition to my ability to locate, feed and water her that she also attract the perfect, kind person who could help her recover, provide her and her puppies love and proper care.

Finally, feeling my shoulders burning, I gave up hunting and returned to the Waterfront Bophut. Certain that I had made a huge mistake leaving her to purchase food and water, I stood on the porch, crying, with my package in hand praying still for the safety and well being of this sweet animal. Then, there she was. I did not see nor hear her come up but she was there.

It truly was a miracle. The place I first saw her was nearly a quarter of a mile away!

An ash tray served as a water bowl with a sprinkling of food nearby. She drank quite a bit of water before she finally ate a small portion of food then napped on the concrete porch of our villa. A short time later, when she awoke, she seemed much “perkier”. I felt encouraged.

Our friends staying in an adjacent villa stopped by and she followed them to their porch. That, too, was encouraging. She laid down as if she belonged there - it seemed a familiar thing to do.

Wanting her to eat and drink more, I called her back to our porch then my husband and I went inside our villa for a short nap. When I awoke, she was gone.

By that time it was 5pm so I returned to the little nail shop across the street to pay my bill. Excitedly, the young woman told me, “a woman guest brought a sick dog to the hotel and Michael took her to the hospital!” I knew instantly I was the woman guest and my angel puppy was the sick dog. It was such a relief to learn she had been taken somewhere that could help her recover. But, “what about her puppies?” I wondered.

When I returned to the hotel I shared the exciting, good news. “You don’t think they will ‘off’ her do you?” my friend asked.

I was terrified to ask at the front desk for fear I would learn I had set this sweet angel puppy dog up to be killed; so, instead, I tossed and turned all night with worry, guilt and remorse.

The next morning I prayed, “God, please give me a sign that this angel puppy dog is safe and being lovingly cared for.”

Then, I headed to the front desk to get a cup of coffee and cup of hot tea to bring back to our Villa. As I turned around, with beverages in hand, a 3” X 8” flyer on a stand read DOG RESCUE CENTER SAMUI http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm. I picked up the flyer and knew instantly that my angel puppy dog was safe!

Thank you St. Francis, my apologies for doubting and not demonstrating my faith!

But what about her babies? My husband told me that from the looks of her, he believed her puppies were old enough to fend for themselves but I wondered. So, once again, I searched but could not locate where she hid them. She had burrs on her nose so I assumed they must be in tall grass. I could tell you where every tall grass was along the way to and from the bank atm!

Sue, one of the owners of the hotel, expressed her concern, too, for the puppy dog and attempted to arrange a taxi for me to visit her at the Rescue Center. Because it was a holiday week-end, there was only one taxi and it would cost me 600 baht to travel there and back. There was a donation box for the Rescue Center situated behind the flyers; I trust completely that they will benefit from that 600 baht.

Still, I did want to learn her fate and well being so checked out their website http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm and emailed them with her photo attached.

...and now (as Paul Harvey would have said) the rest of the story!

Loundry, the dog we rescued, is doing well. She was spayed 2 days ago. She is still very thin but doing well!

Best news yet, she belongs to a family in a nearby town; the family loves her and according to Jill, she was happy to see them when they came to visit her.

She does have an interesting story. Two weeks ago the Rescue Center received a phone call from some tourists in the nearby town where Loundry lived with her owners. The tourists said somebody was trying to poison a momma dog and her NINE puppies.

The rescue center agreed to take them in. They managed to find homes for all nine puppies; then, received a phone call from Loundry's owners. The owners showed up to retrieve her and on the way home she escaped from them; probably looking for her puppies.

The next time the rescue center saw her was when Michael brought her in last week-end.

I am eternally grateful for happy endings and Divine Intervention!

And, I am equally grateful for heightened awareness. Stray dogs and cats are a problem. As intelligent, compassionate human beings it is our responsibility to care for our planet and its inhabitants… including stray dogs and cats.

Through this experience, it occurred to me that although I perceive dogs and cats as pets some people consider them pests. And, some of those people exterminate them the way I do rats, mice, insects… Still others try to solve the problem by rounding them up and moving them to deserted islands. I believe their intentions were good; unfortunately, without food and water, things got ugly.

My take-aways from this experience are:

• Prayer worked and St. Francis’ energy performed above and beyond – thank you God, Angels and St. Francis!

• Everything happens for a reason: perhaps the angel puppy dog was an instrument in a grand plan to call attention to the Rescue Center’s mission as a “success model” and preferable alternative to extermination and/or dumping on a deserted island and/or ignoring a problem. Thank you angel puppy dog!

• Rescue Centers succeed on donations of money, “sweat equity” time and resources. http://www.samuidog.org/text3_english.htm And, the world could use a whole lot more rescue centers as well as responsible pet owners who spay/neuter their pets!!!Thank you volunteers and those of you responsible people who donate,volunteer and take care of all God’s creatures kindly, lovingly and intelligently!

• Finally, from my manicurist I learned, her Thai dog eats spicy Thai food! 

janet lee 

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 © jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2009

Coincidence or Divine Intervention?

The past 10 days feel extraordinary!

Stuck in Paradise, a.k.a. Tioman Island, but needing to return home, to work; nonetheless, our long weekend extended an additional day.

The resort provided us a room for the additional night, nowhere near the quality of room that we paid for the previous nights, but for our purpose, it worked. We explored the ocean floor one last time, snorkeling, and wished our Rachel baby happy 8^th birthday from the beach via webcam – half way around the planet, Malaysia to Texas. Technology is amazing!

The wait for the plane felt like it was heading down a similar path as the previous day’s cancelled flight. Waiting around in the lobby, delayed flight again, then finally transport to the airport, repeat through a very long check-in process and finally through security to wait again through further delays in the waiting area. Did I mention this is a small island airport, nothing fancy, few amenities?

It was actually fun visiting with fellow stranded passengers and I got to hold a baby born the day after our arrival in Malaysia 6 months earlier – a great oxytocin fix for the 6 months that webcam has been the extent of my baby interaction!!! We have a couple of kid’s kids who were still babies when we left the US - it really felt good to hold this sweet little girl. We enjoyed visiting with the parents, native Malaysians.

We also visited with a stranded couple from Cairo, Egypt and a family from Penang. The time was not wasted nor was it torture.

When we finally boarded the plane, the mother and baby I had held were sitting in my assigned seat, next to her 5-year-old daughter. When they scheduled us for the return flight, for whatever reason, they didn’t seat traveling companions next to each other. I told her to stay put that I would take her seat.

The gentleman sitting next to me was quite friendly and polite. We struck up a conversation immediately. We discovered that he went to school with the son of the man who owns our condo; they remain friends and tennis partners. Then, he revealed that he was Chief of Cardiology at the Prince Court Hospital near where we live.

I told him, “This is no accident that I am sitting next to you!”

Our trip to Tioman had been highlighted with medical comedy. Except that I was worried about our companion and friend on the trip. She was flying back to the US on Thursday night (this was now Tuesday)and she was experiencing chest pain – possibly from baro trauma received scuba diving the previous weekend at Perhentian Island. My concern: if there was damage from scuba related pressure changes then the change in pressure as a result of flying might cause additional problems and if something happened in flight would they be capable of managing until she received medical attention? Dr. Pillay agreed that it merited immediate attention and agreed to arrange tests prior to her departure to the US; prior to boarding this flight, our corporate doctor texted that there was nothing she could do to arrange for our companion to receive proper tests prior to her departure to the US.

As we waited for our luggage to be unloaded, Dr. Pillay called and scheduled her for an MRI the next morning.

Additionally, my husband was suffering from a painful fluid build-up on his knee. Dr. Pillay arranged for him to receive an MRI the next day as well. Both my husband and our friend were thoroughly tested, diagnosed and treated as a direct result of my coincidental seat next to a kind, compassionate and action-oriented Dr. Devan Pillay.  

That, however, is not the end of the story!

The following Sunday we met for lunch with a friend who was alone because her husband had returned to the US for business meetings. During lunch we shared the story of our chance meeting. I told her if she ever needed medical assistance to let me know and I would call Dr. Pillay.

Little did we know how fortuitous that would become!

Our friend, seemed a bit less energized but it just seemed she was missing her husband and she told us she had to cancel our fish spa visit to go into work. Her somewhat lesser energy level seemed appropriate given the circumstances. We went to the Aquaria and, unbeknownst to us, she went to Prince Court Hospital emergency room!

The next day, about 1:30pm, she called me, apologizing for interrupting my work; then, she told me she was at the doctor’s office (I assumed she meant the one at work) and that she possibly had an ectopic pregnancy (my mind did not hear possible). She asked if I would call Dr. Pillay and see who a good doctor would be.

At first I told her I would text his number to her and she could call him but I sensed that she was reluctant to do that so contacted him myself. He said she must be seen immediately and that he would make arrangements. Then, I received a panicked call from her husband in the US; not wanting to miss a return call from Devan with arrangements for my friend, I quickly promised him that I would let nothing bad happen to his wife. My husband texted in for me to answer the call from our friend’s husband (that I had already answered) about the same time Devan texted instructions. I replied to Devan, “we are on our way” and to my husband to find our friend and bring her to Prince Court Hospital THEN I called my friend who said she was already at Prince Court. I forwarded to her Devan’s texted instructions and began calling taxis for a ride to the hospital – I do NOT drive in Malaysia.

I could not find a taxi, it isn’t that far to Prince Court but it is across a very busy, heavily trafficked “highway type” of road. I put on my running shoes and ran to the hospital.

When I arrived, she was in the OB-Gyn department checking out. The urine pregnancy test came back negative but her blood test for pregnancy came back positive. Her doctor had decided to give her pain medicine and that she should return in 2 days to see if she really was pregnant or if she had lost it. If she was pregnant then the baby would likely be in her tube because ultrasound revealed that it was not in her uterus.

I did not feel good about this plan and I had promised her husband I would let nothing bad happen to his wife. I asked at the check-out desk if Dr. Aziz was available; the clerk, nurse or whatever her role behind the desk, told me he had left for the day. I didn’t think it had been that long since I received Devan’s instructions but surmised that we must have missed our opportunity. My friend completed her check-out and we entered the elevator to pick up her prescriptions at the pharmacy. I knew this was potentially life threatening so she agreed to stay with us at our condo and that if she needed to return to her apartment I would accompany her and remain until this threat had passed.

The elevator doors opened just as Devan was walking past – I told him, “It is no accident we ran into you now…”

He escorted us to the emergency room where Dr. Aziz arrived within minutes expecting to care for my friend. After all records were reviewed and additional evaluations performed he returned and in no uncertain terms said, “make no mistake about it, you are pregnant; we just don’t know where the baby is”. The options were a potentially fatal ectopic pregnancy or an incomplete miscarriage. Both Dr. Aziz and Devan then explained the urgency and potential danger associated with a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. “You can bleed to death internally and nobody could see it from the outside.” My friend relented and we began the admission process which held its own challenges.

Nonetheless, at 9:40pm our friend was wheeled into surgery. I gladly agreed with her mother to pray a healing prayer then meditate and surround her with white light energy throughout the procedure. I sensed immediately that it was not the best case scenario that we had prayed for. At approximately 10:40 pm Dr. Aziz emerged and began, “my worst fears were confirmed.” He explained that when he inserted the scope through her belly button, all he could see was blood – they removed 300cc of blood and her left fallopian tube with an embryo. I called her husband, Dr. Aziz explained the situation to him and then returned to care for our friend.

We gave thanks and now sit in awe that our friend’s life was spared by a series of seemingly coincidental events – actually, I’m convinced it was Divine Intervention!

Many thanks to Dr. Devan Pillay for his willingness to serve as an instrument of God - to come to the aid of those of us with medical challenges. Our challenges were not his first efforts either; our neighbor knew him from a previous successful intervention and rescue of an Embassy employee. What an honorable reputation!

Many thanks to Datuk Dr. Abdul Aziz Yahya for his persistence and willingness to follow his instincts that resulted in our friend’s persuasion and successful surgery. Additionally, he intervened to further protect my friend’s safety by calling the hospital CEO to instantly and impressively cut through red tape hindering our friend’s admission.

Many thanks for technological advancements – my friend has two small scars with minimal abdominal invasion!

Many thanks to my friend who acquiesced and is healing amazingly well!

And many thanks to our mutual friends who were there for her every step of the way – and family (including husband, who got there as quickly as they could) - there was a lot of love flowing in and through this experience.

Last, but not least, thank you to my husband who stayed up late, went to work early and gave me the freedom to follow my heart.

I’m reminded of two songs: My God is an Awesome God and What a Wonderful World!

janet lee 

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© jan gentleman-ingersoll Eastern Shepherd, Inc. 2008