Showing posts with label body. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body. Show all posts

28 January 2018

From Heart to Heart

President Thomas S. Monson passed away the first of January. It's a little strange to have him gone since he was such a stalwart member of leadership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for so long.

President Russell M. Nelson has now taken the helm at the young age of 93. To look at him you would not believe it. I had a colleague tell me he still snow skis which is quite remarkable. After all he was a heart surgeon and knew a little something about how the body operates to keep it healthy and functioning.

Many years ago my father-in-law, who was a book binder by trade, pulled from their scraps at work a damaged copy of President Nelson's autobiography. He must have commissioned the bindery to print and bind it for his family because you can't find it anywhere.
Heart to Heart -- Top Right Corner

I was allowed to read this book and fell in love with President Nelson who was nothing more than a man, husband, and father at the time. I was intrigued with his insights he gave on the various organs of the body and their functions. The manner in which he described these left me with no doubt that the body is remarkable through the processes and systems that all work together seamlessly.

The following "event might serve to illustrate that men can do very little of themselves. With an education they can do a little more; with advanced medical degrees and training, a little more yet can be done. The real power to heal, however, is a gift from God, and he has deigned that some of the power may be harnessed via the authority of his priesthood to benefit and bless mankind when all man can do for himself may not be sufficient to accomplish all that may be needed that His will might be done.

When doctors attend social functions it is not uncommon to hear someone lightly jest, 'Isn't it nice to know there is a doctor here; he'll know just what to do if there should be trouble.' Medical training can indeed inspire confidence when people are in need. But I recall an occasion when many doctors gathered together could do little but stand helplessly when one of them was suddenly stricken.

This circumstance occurred in Manzanillo, Mexico, in February 1978. Dantzel and I were attending a medical meeting there with colleagues and classmates from our graduating class. Suddenly, one of the doctors became gravely ill with massive bleeding into his stomach. Around him were his learned colleagues representing a wide spectrum of medical specialties and with experiences, skills, and wisdom that each had accumulated in over thirty years of practice. Our colleague was bleeding! As we watched life's blood being projected from him, we helplessly realized that we were in a resort hut in a remote fishing village. there was no hospital; the nearest was in Guadalajara, many mountainous miles away. It was night; no planes could fly. Transfusions were out of the question because of lack of equipment. All the combined knowledge and concern there could not be converted to action to help our friend as we saw his life ebbing before our eyes. We were literally powerless to stop his bleeding.

He knew this. Ashen, pale, and clammy cold, he asked for a blessing. Several doctors there held the Melchizedek Priesthood and eagerly responded to his request. I was asked to seal the anointing. The Spirit dictated that he be blessed that the bleeding would stop, that he could continue to live and return to his home and his profession to continue to bless the lives of those who needed him.

The following morning, he was better. The bleeding had stopped. His blood pressure and heart rate had returned to normal. He was able to return to his home and his work. How he and we gave thanks to the Lord for this remarkable recovery.

Important as the body is, it is merely the place in which one dwells. The spirit inhabiting that tabernacle of flesh and bone is supreme. The gifts of the Spirit such as faith, love, knowledge, kindness, courtesy, charity, compassion, and gratitude are all nurtured by prayer and strengthened by daily exercise. Spiritual supremacy is achieved by contact with the Father of our spirits through daily prayer, study and pondering of the scriptures, and obedience to the commandments given us by God that we may have joy."

I imagine that many parts of this book will be put into his official biography which will allow many to read what I've read and loved.

11 May 2012

New diet

The month of May has hit with a fury like it does every year. My cough is getting better, but now my nose and head are stuffed. I don't hear very well and I can no longer smell or taste anything unless it is very salty or sweet. This is something new to me and frankly I hate it. I'm not really enjoying anything I eat. Today I chaperoned Nate's class on a field trip and ended up giving him the rest of my Oreos and throwing my chips away. There is just no reason to put that into my body if I'm not going to enjoy it. I may lose those few pounds yet.

And to compound everything else going on, my right knee has been stiffening up on me in the morning making it hurt to bend. I know I haven't injured it because I haven't been able to do anything for the past couple of weeks. I succumbed to visiting an orthopedic surgeon who took xrays and found nothing. There is a slight possibility I may have a torn meniscus, but I won't know that unless I go back in for an MRI. I'll try the anti-inflammatory drugs first but I'm beginning to question my ability to run a half marathon next month.

This girl is praying super hard that my body will heal itself quickly before our Alaska trip in three weeks. Seriously, who wants to be on a cruise ship for a week and not be able to taste any of the food. Can I just say torture. Or not be able to do any of the excursions we have planned because my knee won't cooperate.

There are worse things to deal with, I know. This past month has made me more thankful for a healthy body that performs all its functions and made me more grateful for the sense of smell and taste. Funny how you never think of those things until you no longer have them.

29 April 2012

Sick . . . of not feeling good

Dear body of mine,

I know I probably don't appreciate all the times when you are healthy, but I'm ready to start feeling myself again. I'm tired of my guts aching, feeling like I'm going to cough up my lungs, and my voice sounding like a man. I want my energy back and I'd really like to start running again. As much as I relish mid-afternoon naps, I would like to feel like I don't need one EVERY day.

That's not too much to ask, is it?

I'm supposed to be training for my second half marathon coming up in eight weeks.

But my body is just not cooperating.

I will be gone for ten days the beginning of June, eating my little heart out on a cruise ship, and really want to peak my miles before I leave so when I get back I hopefully wouldn't have to push myself.

Two weeks ago I ran 8.3 miles and was feeling great.

Then the following week I felt like I was experiencing menopause where I would get really hot and then I would be freezing (I'm too young, right?). This was the week where we had record heat temperatures and I had the heater going full blast in the van. My poor little soccer players didn't really appreciate that.

I slept a lot.

I lot some pounds.

Yeah!

My body was nice and let me run three miles one day this past week before shutting down again with a sore throat and hacking cough.

I missed a fun run on Saturday with my sisters, but Nate represented me well.
This week has got to be better. I need it to be.