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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 decrepit two and six months.
I was a writer at Aetna Life & Casualty, Inc, and my wife and I had reasonable built a beautiful habitat on a pond in eastern Connecticut.
I had everything to live for. I had plans.
Death was not a ration of them.
So I clear to fight for my life.
I read and researched everything I could about connections who, rail all odds, had survived terminal illnesses.
The regular thread was using the character to predispose the item to heal--specifically, the arts of deliberation 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 accept it.
I thought I was cured.
I became a freelance writer for several divisions of Aetna, and was building a successful business.
Then a year hindmost the cancer reappeared.
Because of the ferocity of the particular lymphoma cell, the doctors recommended a emanate cell transplant (similar to a bone soul transplant), in which white cells are havested from the blood, high-dose chemotherapy is administered to eliminate the bone gist and all the cancer cells in the body, then the harvested white cells are dripped into the item to rebuild the unaffected system.
I knew I had to go deeper into mediation to withstand the assault of this much further redoubtable 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 homely liveliness exercies "qigong" which routine easgerness work. Qigong is based on the identical theory as acupunture: you keep invisible channels and meridians of vigour in the body.
If these channels become blocked, malady ensues.
Qigong practice allows a individual to hold these channels alert to allow gain health.
I found a local tai chi chuan/qigong teacher who taught me several movement 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 stem cell transplant room in guide time.
Despite the potency of the high-dose chemo, I didnt attain uncommonly sick at all.
Again, I thought I was cured.
But a year hindmost the cancer relapsed.
My oncologists recommended another proceed cell transplant.
They gave me a 10 percent transpire 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 terminate cancer cells and transact the proof fashion to midpoint basis zero. Then the patient received growth hormone to bear back the unaffected system. The process culminated in the TRUE transplant.
Then the most powerful, lethal poison was dripped into you to kill the bone marrow. Then you were without an proof system, and a ordinary cold could kill you.
I knew I had to go deeper into qigong to aegis me survive this final transplant.
I clear 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 companion handed me a poster announcing a qigong seminar in a nearby town taught by Ramel Rones, Dr. Yang's best believer and a train in his hold 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 boon of the kung fu world.
Do you absence to take on a bigger challenge, and assistance me batter cancer?" To my surprise, he agreed.
It turns out he was a infrequently bored with winning gold medals.
Rami tailored a qigong program for me designed to sensitive my enthusiasm channels and alter the health of my maid organs.
These exercises included warm-ups and sets from White Crane and Tiger Claw qigong. The most revered item he taught me, however, was an exercise designed to storeroom zeal in my body.
It is called Embracing the Tree: You frame with feet shoulder-width apart, knees gift a few inches, sacrum tucked, probe level, with your arms held in a sweeping arc in lead of your chest, palms facing the heart.
Then you swivel on your breathing, and just stand.
Energy pours into the prime of your skipper from the atmosphere, and into the soles of your feet from the earth. Then this zest is stored in your dan tien, or domain of elixir, which is located in the body's center below the navel.
Rami taut the stress of holding the posture for long periods, both to glaring 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 structure for an hour.
Standing for an hour a day, with cancer in my bones and chemotherapy in my veins, gave me a sizeable notice of accomplishment.
It reinforced my cede and gave me the courage to fondle the six-month enthusiasm transplant process.
I defintely was terribly sick at times during this procedure, and had to system 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 take some point 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 latter the cancer relapsed in my spine.
It was eating into my disks and vertebrae.
My legs would bestow out on me, and I'd collapse to the cave 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 kimd of chemo available, and dormant 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 level 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 career is gone, my house is gone, my wife is gone.
But my sons retain grown into men, and I'm alive to see them succeed.