At the suggestion of a friend, I recently tried acupuncture for the first time. My friend is a long-time acupuncture patient and enthusiast. She’s used acupuncture to treat various injuries and ailments and has seen results from it. I’m undergoing treatment for a medical condition, and she suggested that acupuncture could help. After doing a little research, I decided it was worth a try.
I tend to be skeptical of alternative medicine. The world is full of snake-oil salesmen who want to sell us pseudoscientific treatments that seem too good to be true. Though Western medicine has its flaws, I generally trust doctors and research scientists. When someone starts talking about things like adjusting the energy flowing through the body, I raise an eyebrow.
I remember when my mom drove home from work in tears from the pain, vomiting in the car. I don’t remember exactly what happened next. She may have gone to the emergency room — maybe our neighbor watched me that evening — or she may have toughed it out and went to the doctor the next day. My mom was tough like that.
I wasn’t privy to all the conversations. I knew she was sick. I didn’t have a name for it at first. I don’t remember the treatments, only the hospital. My best friend and I went to visit her after her surgery. We had drawn pictures for her. I think mine had a rainbow, and some hearts. She must have been gone from our house for a few days — I remember missing her.