I started a bad relationship when I was 21, beaten and abused emotionally for 6 years and the only good thing that happened was my son Anthony.

In 1993 we moved to the farm. In 1992 I was diagnosed with IBS (irritable bowl syndrome). I had to change my whole way of eating and moving to the farm was definately an Angel thing. There, unless you walked to one (no variety stores or any kind of other stores for about 1/2 mile) I lost 50lbs by the following summer and in July I got my drivers license and my own life and lost another 50lbs by Christmas.

But during that summer Kathy and I played scrabble at the picnic table, we did this for the summer of 1994. By September I couldn't walk. I had started to go to the doctor and specialists. I was told that I had a herniated disc and degeneration of the discs in my lower back. How did this happen?

Well when I was 7 years old we lived on a farm in Bluevale my father Emery Mahe was fixing the furnace and he had the heat duct out, it was a big grate. I was talking to a neighbour and fell in the hole, I went from the first floor to the basement. When I landed I remember stiffening up so when I landed ,there was no give and thats when I cracked my discs - it's the last five discs in my lumbar spine.

Then the abusive relationship. I have a hard time talking about what happened, but it is a form of healing so here goes. When I was 7 months pregnant with Anthony I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch, my ex pulled me off and started hitting me. I just curled into the fetal position.

When he left the room I thought he was going to go to work and leave me alone but he just went and put his steel toe work boots on and came back and started kicking me in the lower back. So between my childhood accident and my ex's abuse my back didn't stand a chance.

                 

So that is why four years later when I couldn't walk I knew why. I had surgery the end of June and was laid up for 4 weeks and because I didn't do what they told me to - lay down for 6 weeks (I had a 5 year old to care for) - the surgery was not successful.

Then in June of the following year we had a problem with the septic tank, the weeping tile was gone and we were drinking faeces (animal). The landlord didn't want to pay to fix it so we moved on August 1st.

Just 4 weeks after surgery I had no serious relationship happening (and didn't for seven years after Anthony's father, gee I wonder why, I had a problem trusting)I had help packing to move from the farm but no help to unpack except of course Anthony.

During this time I was finding my true calling. Being on the farm when all those psychic things happened opened up the flood gate to my gift that I had buried for years.

I started to write the experiences that had happened on the farm down. I had surgery again in June and guess what, I moved 4 days before surgery. My friends came to help me unpack but I moved from a 6 room apartment to a 4 room apartment. There was just nowhere to put anything. I tried to lay down on the couch but I had too many things to do and a now very active 6 year old. So again the surgery was not successful.