The miserable cow gets Reiki

I started off day 7 post-diagnosis feeling more like a miserable cow than a breast cancer warrior.

And really...can you blame me?

Between weaning Sawyer, him gnawing ravenously at my chest and refusing to drink from a bottle, me having to stay up all night feeding him milk drop by drop like a motherless kitten, pumping out 12 ounces of milk no longer fit for human consumption (thanks, MRI dye!) and the endless barrage of tests and procedures this week as I prep for chemo (oh, yeah...CHEMO...the elephant in the room), I was just feeling totally defeated. And, well...miserable.

Then somewhere between getting my car serviced and going for my echocardiogram, a generous friend provided Reiki for me.

Game changer!

I felt waves of warmth over me, literally washing away the negativity and covering me in positive energy. I liken it to being covered in sand at the beach and the ocean waves washing it away.

I felt sooooo much better.

Later that day, I was making small talk with the lady registering me for my echocardiogram. This in and of itself was miraculous, as I hadn't felt like making small talk with anyone for days. Finally she asked,

"So, what brings you in today for your echo...?".
"I need it for clearance to start chemo on Thursday" , I cheerily replied.
"You're starting chemo?", she asked.
"Yep!".
"THIS Thursday?", she asked.
"Yes, ma'am!".
"You are in such good spirits. I love your attitude!".

Earlier, though, I was a miserable cow who had about as much vivacity as a potato.

Thanks for the Reiki, T.A. 😀.

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