On June 14, 2006, my sister Dian had surgery to remove an inflamed nerve in her foot. According to Dian, the darned thing had swollen to “the width of a pencil,” so, “It was not a minor deal.”
The stitches were scheduled to come out in 10 days. Full healing—normal movement and swelling reduced enough to wear shoes—was not expected for weeks.
I sent Reiki the evening of the surgery and again the next evening. I’d thought she’d lay around the house for a few days, recuperating.
But the morning after the second session, I learned she had returned to work. I emailed her the following message:
I was surprised to hear that you’re already back to work. That must mean you’re feeling good, yes?
I actually was here yesterday too. I get soooooooo bored at home.
The session last night was groovy. Really helped. They are taking the big bandage off tomorrow and I can’t wait to see what it looks like. Hopefully stitches out early next week and then I am back in business.
I am already walking without a limp. If I could just get rid of this big ass womping ortho shoe I would be happy….but then I would probably start riding my bike!
Thanks for your help. I will keep you posted.
A few days later, she wrote:
Ok, I just have to gush some more.
Today is the one week anniversary of my surgery. We are talking a long incision, 8+ staples.
I will be riding my horse tomorrow (don’t tell) because my foot fits in my riding boot. UNBELIEVABLE YOU SAY? IMPOSSIBLE YOU SAY?
But wait, there’s more. I am WEARING FLIP FLOPS.
Never in the history of foot surgery (this is, you know, my 7th one) has there been so little swelling. So little bruising. So little pain.