Brain-changer. (That time a tractor-trailer changed my life, but didn’t end it.)

by Mary Beth Huwe

I haven’t posted in a looooong time. Maybe you’ve noticed.

A few days before Christmas, I had just finished up giving the first acupuncture treatments I’d performed since my baby’s birth. He was five months old.

We were in the car. My husband was in the passenger seat, the baby was clipped into his car seat, and I was driving,

An 18-wheeler hit us from behind at 55 mph. The experience was harrowing. Three months later I can still hear the sounds.

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The remnants of our car. Yikes.

And we all survived, Miraculous. (Thank you, Subaru. Thank you, divine stunt-driving presence that awoke in me.)

No broken bones. No punctured organs. No brain bleed. No Brian bleed. No baby bleed.

But I hit my head. Hard. And it has changed me. Lots.

So I’m learning now to navigate this new landscape, and I hope you’ll join me for the next stages.

I think they’ll be somewhat thrilling, so buckle up. (It’s a good practice in general.)

Wishing y’all well,

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These writings are an exploration of what it means to be human – to be sick, to be well, and to heal – viewed through the lenses of Daoism, acupuncture and, occasionally, herbal medicine.

My words aren’t medical advice. And they aren’t meant to be the final word on… well, anything. Rather, I hope they are a beginning of a conversation you have with someone in your life.