House Sitters Impractical Jokers
House Sitters Impractical Jokers
Beating Cancer with Qigong: A Success Story
In 1991 I was diagnosed with Stage Four lymphoma cancer and given six months to live.
I was 32, and my sons were senescent two and six months.
I was a writer at Aetna Life & Casualty, Inc, and my wife and I had moderate built a beautiful accommodation on a lagoon in eastern Connecticut.
I had everything to live for.
I had plans.
Death was not a allocation of them.
So I signal to fight for my life.
I scrutinize and researched everything I could about relatives who, castigate all odds, had survived terminal illnesses.
The usual thread was using the mind to prejudice the item to heal--specifically, the arts of reflection and visualization.
I prudent these techniques, and for the subsequent six months, meditated and visualized while I received chemotherapy.
Amazingly, in half a year The cancer was gone.
The doctors couldn't believe it.
I opinion I was cured.
I became a freelance writer for several divisions of Aetna, and was building a successful business.
Then a year modern the cancer reappeared.
Because of the ferocity of the particular lymphoma cell, the doctors recommended a emerge cell transplant (similar to a bone marrow transplant), in which white cells are havested from the blood, high-dose chemotherapy is administered to eliminate the bone spirit and all the cancer cells in the body, then the harvested white cells are dripped into the body to refashion the unaffected system.
I knew I had to go deeper into mediation to withstand the onset of this much fresh terrible chemo, so I did some research and discovered that the Chinese had been utilizing the mind/body connection for thousands of years.
They called these trained zeal exercies "qigong" which practice zeal work.
Qigong is based on the duplicate logic as acupunture: you obtain invisible channels and meridians of energy in the body.
If these channels become blocked, sickness ensues.
Qigong means allows a partner to own these channels perceptive to allow welfare health.
I found a local tai chi chuan/qigong pedant who taught me several locomotion sets of Qigong (Qigong includes moving, sitting, standing and lying down exercises.
There are literally thousands of qigong exercises.
) I practiced these sets, and got out of the emerge cell transplant room in inventory time.
Despite the potency of the high-dose chemo, I didnt earn thumping sick at all.
Again, I opinion I was cured.
But a year second the cancer relapsed.
My oncologists recommended another stem cell transplant.
They gave me a 10 percent happen of survival.
This transplant would be several times further potent than the first.
It would last for six months.
Every other month would include a four-day hospital stay in which high-dose chemo was administered to destroy cancer cells and bear the resistant means to halfway reason zero.
Then the patient received excrescence hormone to transact back the unsusceptible system.
The process culminated in the pure transplant.
Then the most powerful, lethal embitter was dripped into you to kill the bone marrow.
Then you were without an unsusceptible system, and a regular cold could kill you.
I knew I had to go deeper into qigong to support me survive this closing transplant.
I striking to impression Dr.
Yang Jwing-Ming of Boston, world-renowned kung fu, tai chi chuan and qigong master.
I knew of Dr.
Yang from my martial arts days.
Perhaps it was synchronicity, but a fellow handed me a advert announcing a qigong seminar in a nearby town taught by Ramel Rones, Dr.
Yang's elite supporter and a control in his posses right.
Rami had won gold medals for forms and fighting in North America, Europe and even China.
I approached Rami after the seminar and surrendered my pitch: "You're a gold medal winner and at the finest of the kung fu world.
Do you need to bear on a bigger challenge, and aid me thwack cancer?" To my surprise, he agreed.
It turns out he was a hardly bored with winning gold medals.
Rami tailored a qigong program for me designed to bright my easgerness channels and edit the health of my homely organs.
These exercises included warm-ups and sets from White Crane and Tiger Claw qigong.
The most noted phenomenon he taught me, however, was an exercise designed to cooler gusto in my body.
It is called Embracing the Tree: You framework with feet shoulder-width apart, knees flair a few inches, sacrum tucked, head level, with your arms held in a comprehensive arc in sway of your chest, palms facing the heart.
Then you focus on your breathing, and just stand.
Energy pours into the elite of your leader from the atmosphere, and into the soles of your feet from the earth.
Then this easgerness is stored in your dan tien, or field of elixir, which is located in the body's center below the navel.
Rami pinched the accent of holding the posture for desire periods, both to pronounced blockages and build energy.
He recommended I build up to an hour, which advanced practitioners and masters accomplish.
At first, I could only do five minutes.
But I added thirty seconds every day, and in several months could trestle for an hour.
Standing for an hour a day, with cancer in my bones and chemotherapy in my veins, gave me a sizeable understand of accomplishment.
It reinforced my leave and gave me the courage to stroke the six-month long transplant process.
I defintely was terribly sick at times during this procedure, and had to style sitting and lying down qigong exercises.
But I stood whenever I could.
And I walked out of the transplant room cancer-free.
I stopped Embracing the Tree.
I wanted to bear some occasion off to lick my wounds.
The cancer had severely damaged my shoulders, neck, and hips.
Besides, after all that chemotherapy, surely I was cured.
But I wasn't.
Six months hindmost the cancer relapsed in my spine.
It was eating into my disks and vertebrae.
My legs would give out on me, and I'd collapse to the haunt like an accordion.
I could barely urinate.
This was the most frightening relapse of all.
My oncolosist was at a loss.
I'd had every genus of chemo available, and still the cancer came back.
It's survival of theh fittest; cancer cells that aren't destroyed are unsusceptible to chemo.
Out of frustration, she gave me one treatment of the chemo I'd orinally had.
And I started Embracing the Tree with a vengeance.
Sometimes I'd do it from a seated status when my legs were shaky.
But I did it, and the pain went away.
I had an MRI and a gallium scan, and no trace of the cancer existed.
That was twelve years ago.
I've been cancer-free ever since.
My profession is gone, my habitat is gone, my wife is gone.
But my sons keep grown into men, and I'm alive to see them succeed.
I Embrace the Tree every day.