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Harrowing Experience with a Hedge-Trimmer | Peggy Wright
On Friday, August 16th I had a yard accident. 

It was just two days before I was heading up to Silver Lake Youth Camp to lead worship and session for the week. Lance and I had already crafted the drama and recruited our acting team to spark conversation and session content. Plans were in place. I just wanted to leave our home in good order before I left. 

I was out in the yard trimming the bushes on our property. A tall branch had sprung up higher than the round bush I was focused on. It kept bending when I tried to cut it with the power trimmer. I decided to hold the branch steady and try to trim it with one hand on the trimmer controls. The blade bounced off the branch and hit my index and middle finger on my left hand. The cut was jagged and deep. I knew I was in trouble. 

I squeezed my hand shut tightly to put pressure on the wound and took the trimmer with me into the house. I ran my fingers under the water to try to wash away the blood to see the wound, but it was impossible to get a look at the cut. I reached for geranium oil, which I keep by the stove for accidents. I knew it could help get the bleeding under control. I started applying the roller to the wound while rinsing away the blood. Within a minute, the bleeding was under control and I could clearly see the cut. It was going to need stitches. 

Now that the bleeding had stopped, I applied a regular bandage to both fingers. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my body as I tried to figure out what help I needed. I communicated what happened to my guys and they responded quickly with clarifying questions and sympathy. They fueled my courage to keep taking the next step. I drove to the urgent care clinic but forgot to bring food and water for the long wait. 

Because the bleeding was under control, I waited five hours for stitches. An x-ray confirmed that there was no damage to the bone. During the wait, I started to feel cold, thirsty and hungry. Shock was slow to hit because blood loss was minimal. Lance arrived and found a nurse to provide a warm blanket and water. I started feeling better with some attention to basics. The doctor gave me three stitches in one finger and two in the next to help the cut to heal quickly. 

I used a roller with Helichrysum, Lavender and Frankincense with Coconut oil on the wound each time I changed the bandage. Rose ointment created a great barrier to keep the cut clean and promoted faster healing. By day three, I had the bandage off whenever I wasn't actively playing piano or using my hand. The roller and ointment moved the healing along quickly. I had the first stitch removed by the camp nurse on day eight and the rest out on day nine before heading home to Hamilton. 

I am convinced that geranium essential oil should be a staple in everyone's kitchen and first aid kit. 

My hand is almost fully healed. The skin is thick with scar tissue where it knit back together but there was no nerve or muscle damage. The body's ability to heal is amazing - and I love having the right tools 'on hand' to support it. 




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My Story - Turning Health Challenges Around

 
I was twenty-two years old and felt like 90. 

Every day I would get out of bed not knowing if I could make it to my 4th year classes. 
Some days I would shower and by the time I finished I felt dizzy, sleepy, and my muscles felt like lead. Sometimes I would be so weak that I had to crawl on all fours back to my bedroom to lay down again. I would get 12-14 hours of restless sleep that would leave me feeling like a truck hit me. I ached all over and my head felt like it would burst with the pounding pain. I was really sick - for months... and then years.    

My adult life was just beginning and I'd been handed a life sentence of chronic illness.   

I got married that fall to Lance Wright, my very supportive and understanding husband. He and I talked about taking a year off - no schedule - to allow my body to recover. I was on a downward spiral and had no answers about how to turn it around. My world shrunk - fast.  

But as my outward world shrunk, I was determined to grow my inner world through reading, prayer, and writing. I knew the diagnosis I'd been given wasn't the end of my story. I trusted that I'd find the steps needed to heal.   

One day as I was asking God to heal me, I got a picture in my mind of a drooping flower bound tightly by weeds. A flash of understanding came with it. I felt as if God was saying, "Healing will be a slow process. Trust me and I will lead you to part of the weed to loosen its hold and remove its influence." This became the perfect symbol for my wellness journey - bit by bit finding healing steps and feeling life and strength return.  

Part of my wellness picture was uncovering trauma that had taught my mind and body that I wasn't safe. So the safety of my relationship with Lance was the starting point for the hard work of healing. When I would get discouraged about how little I could accomplish each day, Lance would remind me that my full-time job in this season was to heal. After a digging deep process, digestive cleansing, and dietary changes over eight years, I started to gain ground. 

I am 52 this year and feel better than I did in my twenties. Lance and I have raised three young men together and I spent 17 years as a homeschool Mom. I have become passionate about helping people discern steps to get unstuck to move toward health. It feels redemptive to use the years of research and experimenting to shorten the road for others looking for a path forward. Enjoy perusing my blog or follow @pegwright | Linktree for a way to connect. I'd love to pull up a chair at our table and share with you the small steps that are opening doors of possibility for life-giving change.  Let's Thrive - together! 

For a full version of my exploration and self-discovery, read my book 'Opening to Grace' found on Amazon or fromWestbow Press.



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