Life Words vs Poison words
Just a Touch part 1
That morning as Eliana got dressed she wondered what the physician would tell her this time. She had lost count over the last twelve years. So much money and so much time had passed but no change. ‘How could this be Lord?’ She sighed. She glanced at all the bottles of elixirs and remedies on the small bench by her sleeping mat, none of them worked. So much money wasted, physicians were not cheap.
The pain was increasing every day, her condition was worsening. She could no longer earn to keep up with the cost of remedies that did nothing! All her money had gone on physicians and their useless herbs and mixtures.‘This is it!’ she said with determination to her pale and drawn reflection in the mirror. ‘No More physicians after this!’
She had been prodded and poked and questioned over the years, been subjected to various examinations. Some of them had been kind, they genuinely wanted to cure her, or at least thought they could. While others were less compassionate. There was one who made her feel like she was part of a circus. ‘Come in! Come in!!’ He had said proudly to his apprentices. ‘Come right in and tell me your thoughts, this poor woman has been bleeding non-stop for twelve years!! I do not lie to you!’
She had closed her eyes in utter shame as she fought the urge to run a thousand miles far from there, anywhere other than that small dark examination room. She had been young then, with so much hope; hope that maybe the next physician or healer would be different. The thought of it now began to twist her stomach. She thought of cancelling this meeting. ‘What is the use? He will not find a cure anyway’. She murmured to herself. She could even hear the words ‘sorry miss, I cannot cure you, the Lord God has chosen you to carry this burden and it is one you must bear for as long as he sees fit’.
Others told her it was a curse upon her due to a grave sin her mother and her mother before her had committed- a generational curse they had said with much certainty. The Rabbis did not help either, how could they? It was taboo to be even near a woman during her monthly flow, hers was constant. She was constantly unclean; the rejection that came with this tore at her heart daily. No one could help…..