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The wounded healer


For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.

I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.

I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.

Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.

History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.

I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.

Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?

Wounded. In a process of healing.

The blooming of a womb


I am privileged to watch womb’s bloom. From a tiny teeny little bud of a being to filling up the whole womb with no space to move. From a dot of a heart beat with unfolded heart to a racing raging beating beast of a heart from which the life force flows.

It is a miracle before my eyes and plays out in different ways each time. The fusion of an egg and a sperm that happens so easily sometimes and with so much pain and difficulty at other times.

Life unfolds literally. It starts as and egg and a sperm which merge and then divide and divide and divide until the trophoblast bursts forth a little heart (unfolded) which then takes up the fold. The embryo tucked into itself almost like a little sea horse which then spirals in on itself to further divide and subdivide until by 12 weeks all the organs are formed. Poetry in motion.  A privilege to witness. An 8mm miracle at 7 weeks that grows steadily and miraculously until the birth thereof.

Life, the life force, the presence or absence of a new life. It is a strange beautiful mystery of a miracle and it gets me every time.

Surgery as a patient


The hardest 2 things I have ever had to do is deliver 2 babies. Yes I did do it naturally and perhaps at the age of 37 and 39 I should have listened to the wise advice of so many colleagues and had 2 planned caesars. I wanted the very best for the two angels that I had waited so many years for and I believed going through the birth canal was that. What I did not realise is what it would take out of and from me.

Delivering a child naturally comes with a lot of waiting (patience has never been my forte). It then involves an “older” body “co-operating” with the birth process. If that had all happened “naturally” I guess it may have been different. My body needed help and in the second birth it needed an ocean of a medication called oxytocin (syntocinon). This very large dose into my system helped my 39 year old uterus contract in order to deliver one 3.5 kg baby.

I will keep you in a bit of suspense, like a bit of a thriller novel.

I have just (last friday) had surgery – 4 years after my precious second child’s birth. It was an operation to effectively remove my uterus. This organ that has caused a fair amount of poor quality of life. The surgeon was extremely happy with his operation (they usually are) and presented me with a photo of the wretched organ and great news that it had gone swimmingly.

Wind back 4 years. I had just delivered a baby at around 3 am in the morning. The team were tired. God knows they had had me in chunks. No nursing staff are ever delighted to “nurse” a lady doctor – goes against many grains. I was lying in a lot of blood and had already started to bleed. I was in a fair amount of pain considering I had already delivered a child. The pain escalated, the nausea escalated, the bleeding escalated. I called for help so to speak and was told to shut up and sleep (in my own blood) they had really had enough of me for one night. I tried again. I phoned a friend – no one was up at 4 am. I tried my husband – his phone was off – he was trying to sleep after a hell of a night. I phoned the neighbour and asked him to wake my husband and come to the hospital.

AT one point I left my body and watched mayhem from above.

I woke up – well “arrived” back in my body about 2 days later having been taken to theatre, resuscitated, transfused etc. They never did figure out what was causing my pain 4 years ago. I started on a long journey of recovery mentally, physically and emotionally.

The surgeon showed me (this last saturday)

what happened – my uterus had ruptured and well lets just say the human body is an amazing thing.

I do certainly wish that it had been discovered 4 years ago for a few reasons. The very first and most important being my marriage which suffered greatly for the rupture. The second being the suffering that could so easily have been avoided. I can actually deal with a fair amount (though I do believe my pain threshold is useless), but my wish would be for another women to not have to go through the journey I have travelled. The third being the faith I have lost in my own “kind”. Never did I think it possible to be treated the way I was that night or on 3 occasions where all I really wanted was an apology from the midwife and all staff closed rank and called me something close to a lunatic and just bloody well get over this and move on.

Well I can now. Move on.

I can also say that a hysterectomy is a relative walk in the park. Almost a non-event. Yes I had pain post-op and yes I required the strong stuff. But 2 days later I was not on anything for pain and today I feel like I could run a marathon (I won’t for all those urging me to rest).

Life is an interesting journey and some of the suffering actually helps create focus and for that I am grateful. The most awesome part is just beginning – a journey with Dave and my two girls.

Diabetes “connect” – meet the team


Last chance to book for meet the team 😉

WE will be available on the 15 March 2017 for any one interested to meet the team. We will serve a “healthy” treat and explain how we approach diabetes and chronic disease management from a team point of view.

Please do RSVP : 033 3431826

The event will kick off at 530 sharp and end at 630 and children are welcome – we will have some games in the garden for them.

Innate Diabetes Hilton is situated at 26 hilton avenue and we aim to provide a team for all your diabetes needs : GP with a diploma in diabetes and pump centre, dietician with a passion for diabetes, podiatrist, diabetes educator as well as the bonus of 2 beauticians who do a whole range of wonderful treatments. We also have and educational psychologist as well as a psychologist on site and a life coach who specialises in addictions and relationship difficulties.

Come and meet the team 🙂

The power of the double x ;)


Do not under-estimate the power of a woman. Once activated she can be radio-active. A ball of fire. A genuine force of nature. WE are not half x and half y – we are double x or double X!

Made from Adam’s rib, created to be a help-meet. Created to bare both boys and girls. Created to create.

Women across the world have a kindred spirit – gentle, kind, strong ,powerful. We tend to “attack” problems or hiccups in a very different way to our XY counterparts. Empathy is like breathing for us. Life and it’s ebb and flow very much part of each day’s struggle to nurture our children and loved ones. A privilege we cherish yet sometimes hard to keep on keeping on.

Take Ingrid Jonker – a women whose heart literally bled for south africa. She struggled so intricately  with herself and her father’s rejection that it forced her to walk into the sea, yet the poetry she wrote was pure gold that flowed out of that tortured and tormented soul -deep so deep, squeezed and percolated through her fragile life. She leaves us with a legacy of touching tales that shake your core and leave you in awe.

Thuli Madonsela – a tribute to justice and dogged yet gentle pursuit of the truth without being rude, disdaining or plain. A strong tall tree yet softly spoken authority. A real rare gem leader. Astounding ability to hold her own self back and gently speak to a situation. She radiates, emanates peace and truth, it seeps through her pores and is heard.

There are so many examples of women through the ages. Steel women, whose hearts are so fragile and gentle they are broken by the weight of a feather, yet stand despite the brokenness. Beat despite the lack of a song to accompany the beat. Sometimes beat to the sole beat of a single drum. But pick up that pace they do.

XX a gift to us. We got double the staying power, double the gentle breeze.

 

 

 

Women uniting


One thing’s for sure it seems that women have found a voice and their inside beast has been shaken and woken. Riled. No longer will we put up with atrocities of the past and trying to be silenced by patriarchy.

It is not ok to carry on the way Donald Trump has on videos etc and think that this can be swept under some great big male carpet.

It is not ok to break down years of progress made by women at large in terms of struggles fought on many levels.

I am delighted to see woman globally uniting and voicing their own truth.

It’s almost guttural and certainly from a very strong deep place inside. It’s certainly pro unity and taking a stand.

From madonna to Ashely Judd to Michael Moore. From the USA to australia. Unity.

Yes we are diverse. Yes we are a rainbow. Yes we are not the same. But yes we are united.

So where these odd men think they can sit around a table and legislate things that they will never understand.

A man will never understand the process of bearing a child. From conception to death of that same child.

And interestingly there is not a man on the planet who was not birthed through the channel of a women- and they dare to speak of respect – oh my word!

I would love for this to change biologically and maybe someday it will. When hormone patches were put onto men in a trial (perimenopause trial) 100% of them became unstable and unhappy to say the least, so it will truly be an interesting day if that does happen.

I am glad women at large have been riled and are speaking out. I do hope that there will  be ears that will listen and at the very least engage in debate and try to understand what it is that has riled womanhood.

I was riled yesterday to the point of boiling over into this article. Luckily in my case reason did prevail and I am very grateful. I will take this a a great positive step forward.

 

Diabetes type 1 on the rise?


Is type 1 on the rise or is it just that we are better at diagnosing it?

Type 1 diabetes is where your pancreas or B cells are not able to produce any insulin and thus your cells are not able to get any glucose into them and literally “starve” and are forced to metabolise other substrates in order to attempt survival. This is what causes the massive weight loss associated with initial diagnosis.

The anniversary for the first successful insulin being dosed was yesterday.

1921 – Banting and Best (accredited -though there were more people involved).Ninety six years ago. So before that if you had type 1 diabetes you would not really survive.

Now however type 1 ‘s sometimes outlive non-diabetic patients.

We have come a long way.

Is type 1 hereditary ? In part so that is one reason why we do have an increase in type 1 diabetics. It is not the whole story.

However type 2 diabetes has risen out of proportion to any other chronic disease on the planet. To say it is a tsunami logarithmic disaster is to be polite about it.

Type 2 is preventable as well as treatable. And yet! we have this huge huge burden on our health economics worldwide. Does not make sense.

So a challenge for the new year – are you on a trajectory to developing type 2 ? You have the power to stop that. IF you are already type 2 there are so many things you can do to get better control as well as control  the progression and not go onto the inevitable : insulin.

For inspiration and ideas : follow Fran Steart on Facebook for wonderful recipes, get exercising (in any way that takes your fancy) and see a team of practitioners who can get you to target. 🙂