Diagnoses, are dangerous.
Because a diagnosis puts a label on symptoms you have… symptoms that present differently for other people with the same diagnosis.
Symptoms vary, just as our human bodies, VARY.
Also, the opinion of health professionals varies hugely.
And I am not talking about Eastern versus Western medicine…
I am talking about Western, versus Western medicine.
These diagnoses give us labels, and we carry these labels around like identifiers. There may as well be a badge on you that reads:
SmikG. 37. Lives in south-east Victoria. Sufferer of – (LABEL).
It is all consuming. It takes over your world, and it takes over your life. All your day-to-day jobs will somehow lead back to this diagnosis. Everything you do, everyone you see, every place you go, you will be keeping this diagnosis, this label in mind.
Will the label be happy? Will it give me issue?
Can I plan too far ahead? How will my label take that?
They are horrible, horrible things. And you know why?
Because many times, they can be wrong.
Now if you have read this far, I am obliged to tell you that if you go to a health professional, you must be realistic and understand that they are trying to help you based on their personal experience and work expertise. They are saying what they believe to be true. If scans, tests, and other factual evidence supports their hypothesis, well you need to listen.
What I’m referring to is all the in-betweeners. Those weird cases, unexpected pains, things that appear out of nowhere and have no end date in sight… those random, rare cases where there appear to be no answers.
I’m talking about the cases where in your gut, you know something is off, but whatever you do and to whomever you go, you feel like they aren’t giving you the right answer either.
This is where you really need to listen to your gut.
This is what I’ve been doing.
9 months, 8 health professionals. Both Eastern and Western medicine. My monthly calendar looks like a jigsaw puzzle of various appointments, treatments and follow-ups…
But it was only today that one of them said something that made sense to me.
Things have been very slowly, making sense to me. Even though a part of me was trying to open up to the truth inside me for so long.
Earlier on, it was one thought… a really bad diagnosis.
Second, it was something else, just as bad really…
I know the power of these inefficient labels. I know the power and the weight they carry over us.
I know, because I’ve lived it.
But it wasn’t until today when I let go of these prior diagnoses, that I realised how much harm they were causing me, and how much others in my situation, searching for an answer, getting confused by contrasting opinion versus contrasting opinion, were getting emotionally ruined in the process.
It may appear like I’m cherry-picking answers, and only listening to the ones I want to listen to…
But you know what I am listening to? My gut. I’m asking my gut what makes sense, because my gut, my intuition, has been guiding me to the right place all along. 🙏