THE QUIRKY MEDIUM IN SPAIN
A bad fall.
14th June (My birthday!!!)
Thanks so much for all my birthday wishes. The day didn’t pan out as we’d planned. I slipped last night in the villa & my foot twisted @ an awkward angle. A sheering pain shot up it & a sleepless night ensued. Went to emergency at health clinic where they pummelled my foot about (Arggghhhh) & gave me an injection for the pain & bandaged it up. I was sent to the hospital for x-ray to check if is broken any bones. I have to say how fabulous the staff @ the hospital were – so efficient & friendly. However a long wait which is understandable as they have emergencies coming in all the time. X-ray determined no broken bones thankfully but a torn tendon which is so painful I can’t tell you. So a fab day out &! magical evening at a beautiful restaurant all went up in smoke. One birthday I’ll never forget. My new best friends are my crutches – just getting used to them. So I’ve got to rest now whether I want to or not. Pardon this expression but bugger being brave; I’m hurting so much I had a little cry on way home. What a wuss eh? Oh well, home at last so what’s on telly? Oh no it’s football! Arghhhhhh
15th June 2014
I feel like dancing. Oh I can’t, my foot is bandaged up and my crutches will get in the way. Oh well, I’m dancing in my head, and keeping John on his toes!. Seriously though he is an amazing healer and often gives Reiki to our pets but now it’s my turn!
15th June 2014
Well I finally got from the settee to the balcony. What a palaver trying to hop over the step. At least I’m enjoying the fresh air but will have to make sure I don’t stick my legs out in the sun because 1 will look pure white when these bandages come off! John said I’m not a good patient lol – I’m so Independent & I hate asking him to pass me things I try to do it myself, wobble & get frustrated & then get reprimanded for it!
Well, I’d just like to say thank you for all your wonderful messages & for the healing. The pain is definitely not as intense today so bless you all, & I’m sending you a sprinkling of angel dust to bring you fun, joy & upliftment. For those of you who can share the day with your Dad’s – have a magical day together or if they are too far away give them a call, to let them know how special they are. I never got that chance as my Dad passed suddenly & without warning. Me & my Dad didn’t always get on, but I hold onto the good memories & the image of him when he was fit & well because that’s how I like to remember him. Those of you who like me are thinking of your father in the spirit world, hold onto the good memories, know that their essence will always be with you. Here’s a big cheers to Dads both here & in the afterlife!
The ex-pat life!
Now Spain really is feeling like home. Rather than carrying on with so many posts from social media, I thought I would sum up what it’s really like moving to another Country. I have been set up as self employed (autonomo) now for 8 months and they don’t make it easy here for those who are working for themselves. Most people move here to retire, but as John and I are too young yet to receive our government pensions, one of us has to work, and that would be me then! My husband is hard of hearing so no-one will take him on as he can’t hear on the telephone. Also as I am now autonomo we can receive full health care and we are both covered. Neither of us knew at this time how critical this would be. But of course spirit did – and I am so glad I listened to them…..
I had to build my ‘business’ up (oh how I hate to call it that…) from scratch, so I have been networking, advertising on Social Media and again spirit were so right when they said to me ‘Don’t worry – they will come’. And come they did. I haven’t been here long but already what I do is being passed on word of mouth and I am steadily building up my spiritual practice.
We get caught up in the tradition of the place, such as the Easter parades during Semana Santa (Holy Week), to the heat of the summer, BBQ’s, and swimming in the pool to cool down from mega hot and muggy weather. You can hear fireworks going off in celebration but we don’t always know what for! As any excuse for a firework display here.
Heartrending News
We have made good friends, feel as if we are living the dream, and yet one of the biggest blows in life hit us with no remorse – as John started to feel unwell. The doctor here said he had hemaroids and gave him medication for this when John explained it hurt to go to the toilet and he sometimes bled. I could see how tired my husband was getting, how grey his face started to look yet each time at the doctors he was prescribed more cream…. John was now bleeding a lot, so off went with our friend who interpreted for us. I said I insisted he saw a specialist as he is in a lot of pain and has no energy. The doctor looked at John’s pale face and finally agreed to send him to the hospital. That evening, my spirit guide said to me in meditation “Alison, you have to be very brave” and I knew what the outcome would be….
A date was given, and we went on the Friday – John had a blood test, and a scan. On the Sunday, the hospital rang me and told us to go for an appointment at the hospital on Monday morning. I asked if there was anything to worry about and she just said “You come for appointment. Ok?” I just knew it wasn’t good, but even when you feel prepared, as we sat in a small office with an unsmiling female doctor on the Monday, nothing is worse than hearing the words “You have cancer”………
John was then given an appointment with an Oncologist who told us the tumour was too big to operate, so he would have to have a few cycles of chemotherapy as well as radiotherapy every day, and so it began. He had to have an operation to fit a port into his chest for the chemotherapy line to be attached to containing the bottle of liquid. This meant that he could be sent home rather than staying in hospital, but it was so uncomfortable for him as he had to go to bed with the line and bottle attached. He couldn’t turn over or move – and the bottle was drained by the morning as the chemo had gone into his body. This meant for the next few days he would feel lethargic and sickly. Even while this was happening he had to go to the private hospital for radiotherapy every morning at 6.30am.
My how brave my man is! and I am doing my best to be positive and upbeat with him as I know this helps him to get through this horrendous treatment in order to try and reduce the size of the tumour. Every few weeks we have to go to yet another hospital (that’s 3 in all) for the nuclear scans). After each one, we see the Oncologist who is lovely and who John loves having a joke with. Her face lights up when we walk into her room as he is so cheerful in spite of the pain and discomfort he is in.
A few weeks in now and my husband has been burnt to cinders. He is having to sit on a soft doughnut cushion. Something he said he would never use but now he is in so much discomfort it helps him enormously.
We are taking each day as it comes, and I have never prayed so hard. I am sure my spirit team and the angels have their hands over their faces like omg, here she is again! I hauled them in a few weeks later when John was in literal agony. He couldn’t sit down, and was crying in immense pain. The hospital had changed his radiotherapy appointment today to the afternoon and when we got there I said there is no way he can have the radiotherapy today. The nurse said they can’t break off the treatment half way through but she sought the advice of a specialist who came in to examine John. She took one look and said “No radiotherapy today – you have a bad infection, no wonder you have been in such pain”. She went over with me how to apply the cream she prescribed with a spatula and she wanted to see him at the end of next week to see if they could carry on with the treatment. This is apparently a massive set back in his treatment and I prayed again to my spirit team asking for their healing, love and light. My message came that night when my main Spirit Guides showed me an image of them throwing John up in the air as if they were doing a ‘Bumps daisy’ with him’!
