Mansion House Sitter
Mansion House Sitter
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 old two and six months.
I was a writer at Aetna Life & Casualty, Inc, and my wife and I had logical built a beautiful domicile on a loch in eastern Connecticut.
I had everything to live for.
I had plans.
Death was not a part of them.
So I marked to fight for my life.
I peruse and researched everything I could about relatives who, rail all odds, had survived terminal illnesses.
The typical thread was using the mind to bias the phenomenon to heal--specifically, the arts of contemplation and visualization.
I learned these techniques, and for the successive 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 idea 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 core transplant), in which white cells are havested from the blood, high-dose chemotherapy is administered to annihilate the bone centre and all the cancer cells in the body, then the harvested white cells are dripped into the thing to refashion the resistant system.
I knew I had to go deeper into mediation to withstand the attack of this much additional formidable 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 internal enthusiasm exercies "qigong" which manner enthusiasm work.
Qigong is based on the alike logic as acupunture: you have invisible channels and meridians of energy in the body.
If these channels become blocked, disorder ensues.
Qigong fashion allows a friend to obtain these channels receptive to allow good health.
I found a local tai chi chuan/qigong educator who taught me several travel 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 proceed cell transplant room in list time.
Despite the potency of the high-dose chemo, I didnt obtain extraordinary sick at all.
Again, I belief I was cured.
But a year second the cancer relapsed.
My oncologists recommended another arise cell transplant.
They gave me a 10 percent happen of survival.
This transplant would be several times additional potent than the first.
It would last for six months.
Every additional month would include a four-day hospital stay in which high-dose chemo was administered to destroy cancer cells and transact the unsusceptible way to partly instigation zero.
Then the patient received growth hormone to carry back the immune system.
The process culminated in the genuine transplant.
Then the most powerful, lethal disillusion was dripped into you to kill the bone marrow.
Then you were without an resistant system, and a regular cold could kill you.
I knew I had to go deeper into qigong to aid me survive this closing transplant.
I signal 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 advertisement announcing a qigong seminar in a nearby town taught by Ramel Rones, Dr.
Yang's best follower and a train in his have 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 prime of the kung fu world.
Do you dearth to move on a bigger challenge, and help me lambaste 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 alert my zest channels and revise the health of my pet organs.
These exercises included warm-ups and sets from White Crane and Tiger Claw qigong.
The most revered something he taught me, however, was an exercise designed to pantry delectation in my body.
It is called Embracing the Tree: You stand with feet shoulder-width apart, knees knack a few inches, sacrum tucked, commander level, with your arms held in a sweeping arc in bob of your chest, palms facing the heart.
Then you axle on your breathing, and equitable stand.
Energy pours into the prime of your skipper from the atmosphere, and into the soles of your feet from the earth.
Then this zeal is stored in your dan tien, or department of elixir, which is located in the body's center below the navel.
Rami pinched the urgency of holding the posture for inclination periods, both to noted 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 stand 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 endure the six-month crave transplant process.
I defintely was terribly sick at times during this procedure, and had to routine 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 bring some instance 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 end the cancer relapsed in my spine.
It was eating into my disks and vertebrae.
My legs would donate out on me, and I'd collapse to the hole 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 stagnant the cancer came back.
It's survival of theh fittest; cancer cells that aren't destroyed are immune 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 rank 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 domicile is gone, my wife is gone.
But my sons hold grown into men, and I'm alive to see them succeed.
I Embrace the Tree every day.