From Ana G.
The narrow strokes about me can be summarized in being a wounded healer. The same stock from which I come also came with many thorns to which I incremented over the years. The scars of being uprooted from my family follow me to this day. Adding to that the long and winding road to a place to call home, and I can safely say that I have waters that run deep. If I had to pin point one pivotal moment in life, it would be that point when I was snatched from all the unconditional love in the world, when we left my homeland. I spent the rest of my life searching for home. A very recent realization is that I have been living in the past in this regard. Admiration and love for my father came mixed with expectations and judgements from my mother, led to a very conflicted unconscious belief system.
Fast forward to living in Hawai’i. I came to Hawai’i escaping my life crisis. I fully expected to be here to take care of my pregnancy and return strong to my previous life. That never happened. I lost my reason for living, the source of my strength, my child, at 3 days old. Second major blow from which I never recovered. Returning to my old life was impossible. I was broken. I was lost. So I remained here to heal, to take a minute to grieve. I have been here 30 years. All attempts to leave have failed. Along the way, I have had many downfalls, injuries to my body and soul. Western medicine to which I felt so much kinship and admiration failed me. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, depression, herniated discs which I was doomed to live with for the rest of my life.
A friend at the time of one of those spine injuries was dating a Homeopath. She suggested I consult with him. He asked the weirdest questions. What difference does it make if I crave sugar or salt?? I humored him. Much to my surprise, the strange cures he made for me, worked. I forgot about my latest diagnosis. I just answered all his off the wall questions, and took all the little sugar pellets he made for me. I was sold. He familiarized me with Homeopathy. I learned that it’s my emotional body that I must heal.
My time at High School for the Health Professions, now called DeBakey High School for the Health Professions, gave me medical skills. I worked as a nurse’s aid Page 2 of 2 in a county (free) hospital, I worked with developmentally challenged children, I observed surgeries, observed autopsy, took anatomy and physiology at Baylor College of Medicine, worked in a pediatric clinic, went on to set up my father’s own pediatric clinic and I worked with him for 2 years, I drew blood, I assisted in circumcisions, gave kids shots, did CBCs, cultures, wore the white lab coat, and worked side by side in the field with nurses and doctors. I knew what I wanted. I wanted that contribution to society, that pristine lab coat.
I have to admit, I felt like a total failure when I realized how far I had come from my dream as an adult in Hawai’i. Even when Western Medicine let me down, that passion to heal was not quenched. The flame burns bright even today. I have been held back from returning to a healing modality only by the inability to make friends with monetary wealth. The desire burns bright. It is a calling. Homeopathy is the one that I revert to no matter what other modalities I learn. I decided enough waiting. I want this, I have always wanted this. This is my time. I am a healer who is ready to heal.