Healing fibroids
I feel that it is time to add some news. Whilst googling and searching for information on healing fibroids I have been overwhelmed. The advice on what to eat and what not to eat is conflicting. I do believe the diet has an effect on our health, but I am trying to take one step at a time and listening to the body. The most important thing seems to forget about the “must dos” and concentrate on living every moment fully. I hope that reducing stress and increasing joy in my life will help healing and shrink the fibroid. I still have some way to go before I see it as a blessing, but in some way I’m already grateful to it.
I hope my experiences can help others. What is helping beyond any doubt, is homeopathy. I wasn’t sure whether it would work and was sceptical, but its effect is so immediate it’s nothing but amazing. And the fact that I can go longer between the treatments proves that. However, some of the side effects have returned since I quit acupuncture. So, I have decided to complement foot zone therapy with acupuncture. At least I feel more energetic now than I did in November. That doesn’t mean I’m as energetic as my friends. On a recent trip, I realized I need more sleep, more time to just chill and watch the ocean, and that I have less energy than my friend who came with me. I guess that just gives me reason to continue going to the gym, continuing my quest to find the right diet. More so, it is a quest to stop eating the foods I know I shouldn’t. Why that is so difficult, I do not know! But I’m determined to do make it. In the meantime, I hope yoga will help and spend some time in the outdoors, enjoying nature.
So far I have noticed reducing caffeine helps. I’m trying to cut back on yeast and sugar, as well as processed foods….. And I’m taking milk thistle, although I can’t say I’ve noticed something yet. Then some say apple vinegar cider helps. So I might give that a go as well. But more so, I came over a book by Gillian Bowles, which I have some faith in, because I am a fan of Louise Hays.
Curing fibroids
As usual, I’m not satisfied with Western medicine. After having been given contradictory news from various doctors and no advice. Yes, you read it correctly. No advice. Just questions. And then nothing. – No, we can’t tell you why you have it. Yes, it can increase, and first no, then yes it can shrink, but we don’t know how. Come back in six months.
When you are told that you have a benign tumour somewhere inside you (you first are grateful for the fact that it is benign), but when you hear the size – equals a pregnancy’s of week 16, you nearly faint and wonder how on earth it got there without you noticing it.Why did you need to compare it to pregnancy, ms. GP, I wonder though? Was that really necessary?
According to various books and websites, a huge amount of women get fibroids. So, then, why don’t we know anything? A quick google-search tells me it is related to too much estrogen. Which leads me to, should not the doctors be interested in what I eat? More so, shouldn’t they be able to recommend a diet? The last GP I spoke to, said – despite other sources stating the opposite, that acupuncture has no effect. Right, why did I feel that it reduced my pain? More so, why didn’t that interest the doctor? Because it hadn’t been published. Now, how does stuff get published?
No, go and talk to someone else, is what I was told when I asked about alternative methods. I said, I don’t care if it has been published, I want to know what can help me. I don’t want to venture into the alternative jungle, I’d actually like to do it in collaboration with the doctors. Wouldn’t that actually be an advantage for the doctors if we could experiment? Isn’t that better than doing nothing?
I have actually found something that does help: homeopathy. And next time I see that doctor, I will be prepared and I will not give in before I get a collaboration going.. But most of all I wonder, how many patients believe their doctors when they say nothing helps and that acupuncture definitely does not help? That is what I am most worried about, because the power of our thoughts is amazing, and should be celebrated rather than limited.
Healing and the Norwegian Minister of Health
Recently the Norwegian Minister of Health, Bjarne Håkon Hanssen, announced that he had called the so-called miracle man from Snåsa.
Immediately the media exploded with stories, and started criticising Hanssen. It didn’t think Hanssen should say such things when he is head of the Ministry for Health Services. The Norwegian national association for GPs was particularly sceptical and harsh in its comments in tv debates. They claim that despite the fact that healing can work, they say, it will only work in nine out of ten cases, and they have the proof. Therefore, one should not give people false hopes.
I’m sorry. Did they not learn anything about Hippocrates, the founder of medical science, the and Hipocrates Oath? ,
I swear by Apollo, Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, and I take to witness all the gods, all the goddesses, to keep according to my ability and my judgment, the following Oath. To consider dear to me, as my parents, him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and, if necessary, to share my goods with him; To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art. I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone. I will not give a lethal drug to anyone if I am asked, nor will I advise such a plan; and similarly I will not give a woman a pessary to cause an abortion. But I will preserve the purity of my life and my arts. I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art. In every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or with men, be they free or slaves. All that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, which ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal.
If I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all men and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my lot.
How can they reject something which may work, and which is proven to work? We have an amazing brain, and a power to heal ourselves. However, you have to believe it can happen. And that has nothing to do with religion. The Snåsa-man said he doesn’t know how he heals people, but he does heal people. It is the power of positive thinking and love that heals. I feel sorry for the doctors, and I get frustrated and annoyed when they lie to their patients. Most of all, I loose faith and respect for them. As a patient, I want to know all possible treatments, no matter how obscure they are. I believe surgery indeed is the last option, and if you treat the body only, you have only treated the symptom and not the cause, which may be in your brain. So please doctors, can you not open your mind and realize that we are holistic beings and that the mind and body is connected? Thanks….
Reality hits
This morning I was hit with several flashbacks as I heard the newsreader announce a terror attack in Mumbai.
The Taj hotel in Mumbai near the Gateway of India where hostages were taken yesterday.
Please tell me it was a nightmare, and that the newsreader said something entirely different.
The same sensation struck me during the 7th July bombings in London a couple of years ago when, in my pre-caffeine state, I learnt about the London bombings via an e-mail.
Once, the news is slightly digested, the quest for news hits you. You want to soak up everything you can, and then once you’ve got the gist of it, you’ve had enough of the chaotic and repetitive news stories. Though, the instant the news hits you, most of all, you just want to know your friends are ok. Bearing in mind how the London bombings affected me, when suddenly friends from far fetched cornes of planet earth and friends whom I hadn’t heard from in ages, suddenly got in touch wanting to know how I was, made me reluctant to ask my friends in Mumbai how they were doing. I didn’t want them to feel the same surrealness as I experienced. However, most of all you want to know that they are ok.
- So far, we have no reports of Norwegians or Germans injured, says the newsreader.
Who really cares? Does it matter whether foreign nationals are affected? Naturally, but what I really care about is the native population. They have to stay where they are, and aren’t as fortunate as others – they can’t just get on the first place out of there. And why should they.
Most of all, I’m surprised by my reaction, and it just seems unreal that the places I felt safe in Mumbai, are amongst those places which were targeted. Juhu beach and the train station for instance.
It’s weird knowing that a couple of months ago I was there and everything seemed just fine and then – poof, the situation is changed. For a while. Then slowly, things return to normal. They have to. Otherwise, we’d let fear win, and then life becomes unbearable.
Safety and the self
Hardly a day passes without me thinking how I can utilise my India-trip to help make the world a better place. I mean, having grown up in a country without class distinctions and poverty, the trip changed my perception of life in many ways. Studying abroad, in both England and Australia, made me realize that Norwegians have too much materialistic items in their homes. Don’t get me wrong, who am I to judge what people chooses to surround themselves with, but it amazes me that no one seems to think about what happens to the old TV e.g. when you chuck it out, and ultimately what happens to the environment. This lack of thinking I find astonishing. Though if you were one of the capitalists who just kept on buying without thinking of the consequences, it seems, you weren’t alone. Just take a look at the recent financial crisis.
Part of me wonders whether it is a major disadvantage having grown up in the West, feeling safe and without worries (well, the truth is we waste energy worrying about issues which are out of our control).
I thought living in the dodgier parts of London had toughened me up. Then I got to Qatar and travelled around Doha on my own, poorly prepared (I blame that on the recovery from a concussion), on my own, and just didn’t feel safe nor comfortable, so I decided to spend ten hours at Doha Aiport instead of exploring Doha.
Then, I got annoyed with myself. I see myself as tolerant and openminded, so why did I cope so badly with being in a muslim country where women were hardly visible whatsoever?
More so, when I was left alone at the end of my India-trip, in Mumbai, I craved going home. That was a first for me, I have never been the one to be dying to go home, quite the contrary. Lets say when your friend keeps asking whether your driver is ok, when a shop assistant tells you about rapes on Western women (why did he raise the topic I wonder?) and when you discover someone has tried to break into your room, then, you regret being on your own in a country which is so different from your own, and you just want to go back to feeling safe in the Western world which you are accustomed to.
Now, part of me is dying to return to India, but there is a part of me who doesn’t want to go on my own. She doesn’t think it is wise even, and knows she is right. Then there is the other part, who look at the Western women who travel independently outside the Western world, and she doesn’t know whether these women are strong or stupid. Though she remains impressed as she know she is not one of them, not now, anyhow. Who knows what the future brings? This part also wants to challenge Journazza to go on her own, but in the end some parts of a human being should perhaps never be challenged. But, it doesn’t leave her pondering whether having been brought up in such a safe environment has made her a coward, who is afraid of taking risks, and she also thinks this is transferable to other parts of the society.
