Tory Pereira- Sepsis Survivor
Copyright © 2015
February 11th, 2016 marks the date which I was taken out of my induced coma after being in one for the past ten days. Because of the ordeal I was having to endure my sister and dad both came to surprise me, funny thing is how they weren't even aware the other was coming! By the grace of God, He gave me the strength I needed to be conscious throughout the rest of my fight. He also blessed me by allowing me to wake up just in time to be conscious when my sister and dad arrived in Vegas to see me.
When my sister arrived at the hospital she saw how white and pale the hospital was---and the patient rooms were no better. She immediately knew we needed to bring life into the room I was bedridden to. Because I was still in the ICU wing of the hospital flowers were not allowed, so our Plan B was salt lamps and healing crystals. Salt lamps are a beautiful alternative of mother nature. They’re awesome and are made from natural salt crystals formed by nature and mined from the foothills of the Himalayas. They naturally emit negative ions into the surrounding air which invigorates freshness similar to that found at waterfalls. Crystals are an effective healing tool, not as an alternative to conventional medicine, but in ways we can’t fully explain, they kick-start our immune system and generate our innate self-healing powers. Everyone has their beliefs.
My family began looking for herbal and earthy stores. Once they found a store near the area they called to find directions and with haste drove straight there. Once they arrived to the shop the owner began explaining to them each of his different healing rocks he had available. As he finished up his explanations he felt the urge to ask my mom if they were the family that called for directions earlier that afternoon, which her answer was yes. He then shared with her how moments before her call to the store the owner felt compelled to pray, so he stepped outside, lit a sage, and began to recite a prayer to help somebody today.
With amazement, my mom proceeded to tell him how I was in Desert Springs Hospital and that she was at the store to pick up healing stones and a salt lamp for my room there. “The prayer I said moments before you called was meant for your daughter. Now let’s pick out some healing stones to help her heal.” He told my parents what each stone represented. My mom and dad picked what they felt was perfect. My parents thanked him for his prayer and his healing stones and luckily bought the last salt lamp in all of Las, Vegas.
Every person has their own beliefs; and just because there is not scientific proof that shows why something works doesn't mean it doesn't work. Some people believe in the power of healing stones while others may just like them because they're pretty. To the very core of my soul I believe that prayer and those stones were meant for me.
Every night my mom and I would aline my stones going down my 15 inch incision, cover me with my “healing blanket” and say our prayer to God to help heal me and get back to my family in Georgia. Thank you guys so much for reading, please share along to your friends and stay tuned for my next post! God Bless.
Peace and Love,