Cancer society

Why some of us get really sick despite a good healthy diet & exercise? Why so many autoimmune illnesses in our world today, especially in a western economy?

While what I’m about to write is a partial response to the previous questions, it’s important none-the-less.

Chronic Inflammation is a killer. As most of us have realized by now, hopefully, the western medical system is set in place to manage diseases not induce health. Inflammation is combated by our immune system, but an overburdened weak immune system which 60% of its volume and 80% of its work is done in the gut, will fail to do so.

“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” -Hippocrates- is not a wack job or hippy expressions as some may think. The modernized mentality of western medicine and society is either intentionally (greed and power, like Monsanto for example), or through ignorance (we can all fall into this category) killing us. I believe in this regard the older generations can teach us so many great things. Farming (non-GMO, non-toxic), gardening and a healthy relationship with each other and this earth of ours is a far better approach to life than isolation ignited by the computerized devices we’ve become addicted to.

I’m a faith believer (I don’t call myself a Christian) and I do believe in Science, but I don’t believe Science alone is the answer to anything or everything but rather a healthy relationship between these two and human relationships. Same goes for the health of the body. As soon as communication between cells ceases to exist cancer cells form. It’s the isolation which produces cancer since the cell no longer receives information, does not know what its suppose to do and begins losing self-identity. “A cancer cell is the most damaged cell in the body because it is not been able to mobilize repair processes and it’s gotten so isolated that it forgot its part of you.”- Zach Bush M.D. This is one quote from the youtube interview I shared with you at the top of this blog entry. The whole interview is almost two hours long and worth listening to multiple times.

In the midsts of my illness fight, about two years ago, one day as I waited in the car while Chet did our grocery shopping, I watched as an obese young lady shouting angrily at her family ate a hamburger from McDonald’s. From the words coming out of her mouth, the self-entitled attitude she was ill of was extremely evident. I sat there in silence, fighting to breath, white as a ghost thinking: Please be happy. Realize how good life is. Why so angry? Why so miserable? Then a slideshow of flashing images began running in my visual sight and as I watched, surprised while wondering if this was a symptom requiring medical attention, God was trying to help me understand a depth of our life I’ve never considered before. The vivid images showed me a whole process of life, connection, pain, consequences and depth; it began with life at a cellular level than to grass, trees, flowers, animals until it focused on a pig, to the cruel conditions of the pig’s life, it’s pain and fears, the hatered of the workers raising the pig attaching to the pig on a cellular level, to his cruel slaughter, to the cold manner and toxic methods of it’s meat being processed, to the stressed out meat packers working in different stages of emotional battles of their own lives, to the transportation of the meat, and the ignorant and often impatient workers at McDonalds where the meat (by now proccessed multiple times in unatural manners) ended up and to the woman I was now watching eating it. “Think of all the energy, dark or light, good or bad, that entered that hamburger and bacon. She’s not only eating all those people’s anger, hatred, despair etc, who came in contact with the meat but the pig’s pain and fear, the polluted rain it fell on him while caged, and the toxic food he was fed. Every living thing is connected to each other in ways no one imagines, you are more energy than matter, and can you see how it’s all connected?”

I haven’t talked to anyone, except Chet, about this experience due to my own skepticism on such a subject usually heard from the new age community, but in the past ten years, I have been shown some things, similar to this experience that made me ponder on certain things and do lots of research.  My strict and very conservative religious background made me shy away from such thinking, but, in my opinion, God was trying to show me something bigger than religion and old set beliefs. Over the years and with a great deal of personal studying I’m coming to the realization that God is immensely bigger than any religious upbringing and my once fearful questions: “What if the world is not the way I was taught to believe? What if God is bigger than my parents belief? Should I dare consider such a thought?” The answer is -yes. Every generation has great things to teach but we should never stop searching and ask questions.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that cancer is not only a disease of the body but of the society as well. Lack of relationships and social intereaction through isolation is cancerous.

We can change that. Let’s take care of each other and this earth, both people, and the earth were given to us as a gift from God to take care of not abuse it.

God Bless.

Cristi’s gang

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We’ve met Christi, zillion years ago. I had a garage sale back in the days when material possessions filled a hole of misguided self-esteem, my children kissed my cheeks with butterfly kisses while circling their small tender arms around my neck, and a stranger on a motorcycle stopped by to take a look. His charismatic personality took charge of the conversation and soon we found out a commonality amongst us, we were both Romanian-Americans and lived only five minutes apart.

Throughout the years we stayed close, mostly due to Christi’s great communication skills, something both Chet and I need to work on and together we have seen good times, laughter, hard times, surgery, loss, cancer, and then some more good times. His wife, Irina, is a hard-working woman with the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen:) His daughters are great and his mom is a very intelligent woman with fantastic stories to tell.

Saturday we celebrated his 59th B-day, a celebration done amongst close friends and family members, good people with hard working ethics, smart and caring. Being amongst them fills my heart with warmth and love every time and I am grateful for their friendship. Chet, who has a high regard for all our Romanian friends, loves his relationship with Christi even if his sense of humor makes Chet blush at times.

Christi’s plans for his 60th B-day are big, bright and full of life, as he is. He’s always had great stories of communism harassment, time spent in Africa under his father’s guidance exploring archeological settings, coming to America, legal risks he took in this new land of opportunities, successes, and failures but mostly a long life lived well. I love listening to those stories, I love seeing his adventurous spirit carve unpredictable new roads in his life.

I look forward to seeing what the future holds for both Christi and his wife, Irina, but of one thing I’m sure of -it will not be boring.

God Bless.

44 de ani

Azi am implinit 44 de ani si viata e tare frumoasa:)

Va multumesc din inima pentru cuvintele frumoase care mi le-ati transmis, imi pun un dans de fericire in suflet si un zimbet enorm atat pe fata cat si in inima:) Viata mea e frumoasa pentru ca va am pe voi, familie si prieteni iubiti:)

La Multi Ani si celorlati nasuti in 14 Martie, eu cunosc numai pe verisoara mea Carmen si Pastorul Hada:)

Va doresc o zi plina de soare si bucurii sufletesti:)

 

44 Years Old:)

Today I’m 44 years old and couldn’t be happier:)

I’ve received so many beautiful words from all of you, words that have moved my heart to a very happy state and I thank God for all of you in my life. Life is good:) I smile, I feel well today, I am getting stronger and healthier every day:)

Happy B-day to everyone else born on March 14th, like my niece Carmen and Pastor Hada:)

What a wonderful day today is:) Thank you God:)

God Bless:)

Our small gang:)

I’m sorry, it has been a while since my last post. IMG_0397I have been quite involved with life in a fantastically good way.

First of all, my book is going to come out in the Romanian version soon, and I have been working with couple printing and distribution companies back home. We’ve summited the cover page just last week, designed by Chet and Meleah, and its due to come out on the market back in Romania in the coming weeks. I’ll put a link on the blog once I have one to share with you, for those who read Romanian and would love to purchase a copy:)

Yesterday I finished my 24-hour CE (Continual education) required for renewing my massage therapist license and I want to do more research into the wonderful sources and discoveries linking the autoimmune and trauma to illness and chronic illness.

I’m working on my second novel, a true story of my brother Sergiu’s life and his road to a better life.

Today, my friends came over to visit and wish me an early Happy B-day:) The fact that we were, once again, around the table, eating and chatting about our lives was fantastic. Gosh, I’ve missed them and our times together. There’s nothing more beautiful than good friends around a table full of good food, good conversation, and love.

Yes, Nicole, I am writing from my corner desk in my bedroom with the nice view of the park on one side and the trees on the other side, and its a wonderful privilege I’ve dreamed of since I was 8 years old.

May life be full of good friends, good conversations, and good food on our tables. But when it’s not -those stages of life no one dreams of going through- may you and I hold on to the great memories built throughout the good times.

Now go make good memories, laugh harder and surround yourself with as much love as you can possibly handle, and if you’re at a stage in life where true love is a figment of your imagination and reality sucks, hold on to the hope that one day it will change, but don’t forget to be grateful for it when it does change.

God Bless.

 

Pentru Daniel

Draga Daniel,

Ce pot eu sa iti zic…cu zambet in san si sprinceana ridicata… decat caci peripetiile apartamentului nostru nou continua, lucrul necesar pentru a nu crea o viata plictisitoare.

Asigurarea apartamentului care trebuia sa intre in efect in momentul cand am semnat actele, nu a fost valabila (nu-ti fa necaz si noi am fost la fel de surprinsi cand am aflat) datorita unor confuzii birocratice. Ca atare faptul ca am inundat vecina de jos (fara intentie de data asta) nu este asigurat. Alti bani, alta distractie;) Am fi putut dat in judecata cateva companii dar m-am gandit ca timpul este mai bine folosit in a-mi  recupera sanatatea decat in a ma certa cu avocatii.

Vecina de sus ne scartie tavanul ori de cate ori se misca dintr-o parte in alta… si se misca tanti mult si bine, lucrul care ma face fericita de sanatatea si vigoarea ei dar il streseaza la maxim pe Chet care-i sensibil la galagie. Stim ca la 10:30 pm merge la culcare dupa jumate de ora de umblat cand la stanga cand la dreapta (cred ca face exercitii), la 1 am se scoala pentru o pauza la baie, urmata indeaproate si de noi (daca tot ne-a sculat hai sa golim vezica), si la 6:50 am scularea pentru a merge la munca. Ei inga, i-am zis la Chet ca nu o sa-i placa la apartament, dar daca a insistat… Zilnic ma intreaba acuma el pe mine cand vreau sa ma mut la casa:)))))))))

Saptamana trecuta am aflat ca sunt nevoi de renovari, lucrul de loc socant, arata blocul asta de parca a fost transportat din Europe de Est ca drept amintire victimelor comunistilor, si ca portia noastra va costa in jur de $92 000. Cand am auzit aproape am facut pe mine, lucrul pozitiv in caz ca eram constipata, si dupa ceva transpiratii si prespiratii, am inghitit in sec si mi-am dat seama ca astia vor sa aduca cladirea la standardul de azi cica, macar asa un pic sa nu ne facem de ras. Prea tarziu, ca eu rad acuma de la stres.

Si cum vezi mai Daniele, numai peripetii sa nu mai zic ca Chet si-a castrat sistemul audio nou din cauza vecinei de jos care mi se pare ca are darul de a se plange din orice.

“I had to emasculate my new sound system.” Mi-a zis Chet intr-o seara dupa o alta plangere, si sa-i fi vazut tu fata lui trista, ca ti se rupea inima de durere.

“Cand vrei sa te muti Carmen, ca eu sunt gata sa ma mut acuma.” Mi-a zis trist. Daca as fi stiut ca numai atata ar fi luat sa-l conving ca o casa e mai buna decat un apartament, as fi incercat metoda, dar e bine ca omul in general sa aibe experiente de tot felul.

Deci dupa cum vezi Daniel, peripetiile apartamentului nou continua si cine stie ce iti voi mai zice pe viitor? Sper ca tu esti bine si vecinii tai nu-ti fac necaz, ca viata ti-e plina de peripetii  si deabea astept sa ne vedem in vara:)

Cu drag, Carmen:)

Teasel Root

Last Monday (2/12/2018), I began a semi-new Lyme treatment protocol; a mix of tinctures such as Lyme 2 (for chronic Lyme) which follows the Buhner’s Protocol, Burbur-Pinella brain-nerve cleanse detox which is known for helping tremendously with any Herximer reactions (it really does help me) and the new addition -I actually start with this one- is Teasel Root known for its ability to pull bacteria (spirochetes) from tissue into the bloodstream exposing it to the autoimmune system or treatment.

I was aware before I began the treatment that I would start feeling rotten for a while due to die-off but how will I ever feel better and get rid of something as horrible as Lyme bacteria without being willing to go through the harshness of the process? That being said please read on the Teasel contraindications as there are few (don’t take it if you’re pregnant, have heart disease, kidney stones, etc), be wise, aks your doctor or naturopath before proceeding and start slow (one drop a day, build up to 9 drops a day, which should take about a week.)

Thursday, on day four, I woke up with severe joint/bone pain a total of 24 hours reminding me just how painful this disease really is (my least painful moments being a 7.5 on a scale of 1 to 10). It also predominated my weak joints (hips). I went for a walk anyway, mustering through every step, which surprisingly helped. Flu-like symptoms are another side-effect I noticed, but mostly a severe cervical neck muscles stiffness (can’t touch my upper chest with my chin due to the intense pain and stiffness, something I had no problem doing before I began), and this shows me the bacteria has hidden in my neck/occipital area (Stiff neck is one of Lyme’s symptoms among other diseases). The past two days I’ve woken up with a harsh headache, predominant in the occipital area. I feel as if my brain is inflamed. Also very short attention span, swollen eye-lids in the morning and irritability, but as I’m writing these symptoms down they seem worse on paper than I really feel they are on me. I’m so used to pain that these issues don’t seem so bad to me.

This entry is fully for the Lymies fellows fighting this harsh battle in hopes that any of this information may help you recover as fast as possible from your suffering.

Have a pain free day and God Bless.

 

 

http://buhnerhealinglyme.com/basics/teasel/

http://www.tiredoflyme.com/teasel-root.html

http://www.lyme-disease-research-database.com/lyme_disease_blog_files/mathew-wood.html

https://hemlocklily.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/wild-teasel-dipsacus-fullonum-syn-dipsacus-sylvestris/

For you

Not sure who needs to read these words, but here I go.

For the one that’s hurting, with tears of sorrow and discouragement running down your face and heart, from yet another blow life just hit you with:

Picture the outcome you want and in due time it will come to pass. The road will not be void of pain, struggles, and failures, but it will not be void of success, victory, and hope either. You must fight for the outcome you’re picturing and never doubt you’re not strong enough:)

God Bless:)

 

Fratele Bandila

Bucurati-va cu cei ce se bucura: plange-ti cu cei ce plang.- Romani 12:15

Fratele Bandila din Hunedoara a plecat la Bunul Dumnezeu ieri. Condoleante familiei, o familie foarte frumoasa si plina de binecuvintari.

Doamne adu tu alinare acuma in sufletele indurera-te a familiei si prietenilor fratelui Bandila. Multumim Doamne de privilegiu de a cunoaste o persoana atit de speciala.

Amin.

 

Protest

Last weekend the annual women’s protest happened again and besides hatred towards the current president and the right to abort an unborn baby, I’m not quite sure what else are they protesting for, because the last time I checked we still lived in America where women have far more rights than most women combined in other parts of this world.

Personally, the vaginal hats and F*** signs are extremely insulting to me, but don’t worry that does not define me as a woman; my children do, my husband does and other things that have nothing to do with profanity and genital hats.

I’ll tell you a story- my story.

I was born with few health issues.

For one thing, my reproductive organs did not fall into place as they should’ve and my mother was told I would not be able to have children.

My Fontanella (the soft spot between the parietal bones and frontal bone) was bulged out- the doctor said I was going to be a retard or an idiot, in other words neurologically I was going to be slower than the norm. The Fontanella it looked and felt like jello and my mother hardly touched me for the first few months after birth for fear of hurting me further. So I lacked the bonding time, very important and necessary to a healthy development, but life was different back then and information was lacking.

I also had a severe vitamin D deficiency and I began having regular shots of vitamin D right away that lasted a whole year. These were among the issues that were visible right away and the doctor pressured my mother to have me aborted after I was born, worried that my quality of life would be a burden to the medical system and Marxist society in which I was born. I was a defect product and needed to be discarded so I would not become a useless eater. My mother vehemently refused.

“God’s will be done.” She tolled herself accepting the outcome, but if I wasn’t going to recover I was in danger of a “vaccine shot” that was nothing short of a euthanize method. I did recover.

At home, I grew up in pretty harsh poverty, mostly between the age of 5-19. We went many days in “involuntarily fasting” whether we liked it or not, but for that now some of us are rounder than we’d like to be:) God, yes God, took care of us. That is what I choose to believe, despite the skepticism of others.

We also went through physical and emotional trauma, abuse and at times torture methods until the day each and every one of us left home. Emotionally, if we give way the emotional abuse would continue to this very moment, but all of us have chosen peace, so we have departed from the source of the abuse.

So from many people’s modern standards of today, I should’ve been aborted. After all I had too many physical issues putting a burden on the family or society, I was born in extreme poverty (Eastern Europe poverty), and raised in a very abusive family environment. I fit most of the reasons given for an abortion, right?

Yet, I’m thankful for every day on this earth despite its hardships. I thank God every day for his love towards me shown mostly through other people, some of which are reading these words. We see the goodness in others. We see hate in others as well. So choose. I’ve chosen. I stand for life.

I do not judge anyone who had an abortion- I wasn’t in your shoes when you made the decision and it’s not my place to judge what I don’t know. But I do know the fetus is a living being and I’ve always fought for the underdog. Its just part of my character and I will continue to do so.

God Bless.