Medical Warfare
- Chloe Marika
- Jul 18, 2024
- 2 min read
I knew what I signed up for when I came to Klinik St Georg, but nothing can prepare the mind and body for medical warfare.
This is my second week at Germany. I’ve met so many warriors since being here and we’re all fighting for survival against the same disease. We’ve all walked a different path but we all share pieces of our stories.
I believe that God opened this door for me and so many others to give us the opportunity to heal. I’ve always been a follower of Christ and I’ve always believed in the power of God, but suffering has invited a new kind of faith into my life. The past two weeks have been some of the darkest times I’ve ever experienced. I was strong before I came here but I’m going to come out of this even stronger.
‘What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.’ - Charles Bukowski
My first round of hyperthermia caused burns on my tailbone and toes. I have a hematoma in my chest from previous procedures and I am covered in bruises and pain across my body. My next round of hyperthermia will be on Monday. One of the other patients here prayed over me last week before we walked into the fire together. It was powerful. It gave me bravery and filled me with power.
It’s been overwhelming meeting people that are going through the same things that I am. There’s a vulnerability in sharing pain and not being able to hide behind pretending to be okay, but there’s also comfort. Comfort in knowing I’m not alone, comfort in knowing we all believe wellness is possible.
Courage- Strength- Bravery- Keep Going-
I repeat in my head ten times over each day.
The first 2 weeks-
Antibiotic and vitamin infusions
Blue light, magnetic field, and detox
treatments
Supplements and oral medications
Central line placed in chest (with complications, I now have a hematoma)
Hyperthermia round 1
Injections
Blood work
I’m ready to go home, but I’m not ready to give up, and I know that not giving up means that I have to endure the pain a little while longer.
I feel lifted up in prayer and so supported by loved ones and strangers and I can’t wait until I reach the other side of this. I keep reminding myself I’m tired, but I’m still breathing.
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