They say you can tell a lot about a person from what is stored inside their bathroom (medicine) cabinet.  In my early years, my medicine cabinet contained beauty aids.  You know: toothpaste, toothbrush, comb, brush, and deodorant – things one uses to keep themselves clean and neat.

But over time I have had to move those things around to accommodate items that cure, soothe, heal, or prevent illness.

  • Old surgery to remove a ganglion cyst on my foot now has scar tissue causing pain: move over deodorant and make room for the topical anti-inflammatory/pain relief gel.
  • Re-occurring rash on my face: move over facial cleanser and make room for the hydrocortisone ointment.
  • Having had braces on my teeth three times I now sport retainers to keep my teeth where they need to be: move over toothpaste.

You get the idea.  My cabinet went from beauty aids to pharmaceuticals and it’s getting crowded in there.  The other day, I looked with dismay as the curative items exceed the beauty aids and thought –

“What a sad state of affairs this is”.

And then I realized something that changed that thought from a negative to a positive.

Many of the items in my cabinet didn’t exist back in my parents, grandparents and great grandparent’s age. They had no choice but to live with their pain and ailments. Life was often shortened because they hadn’t been invented yet.  We are blessed to live in an era where there are many alternatives to constipation, insomnia, dry skin, urinary frequency, crooked teeth, rashes, etc.

My bathroom cabinet tells those snooping that I have all the above conditions. These products make my life and my body more comfortable. They ease the symptoms of aging, and often cure or greatly reduce the pain associated with a particular issue.   But rather than define me, it tells them that I care about the body God created for me.   These medical wonders are merely the maintenance tools needed to continue the work in God’s mission field for as long as He deems necessary.  And when the day comes that I no longer need these items, I will gladly trade them in for angel wings, harps and a soft cloud to perch myself on and prayerfully cheer on those I have left behind.  Because, frankly I am running out of room in my cabinet and the upkeep isn’t getting any easier.

What’s in your bathroom medicine cabinet?  November is gratitude Month. What are you grateful for?

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I have additional insights I’d love to share with you found in the pages of my debut book: Surviving Medical Mayhem – Laughing When It Hurts.  To order a copy or learn more go to my website at www.lorettaschoen.com

Blessings for Health & Wellness.