Let’s Get Real

“Self- judgment resides where self-acceptance wishes to be.” 

This quote from The Five Levels of Attachment by Don Miguel Ruiz Jr. really resonated with me.  Self-judgment seems to be an basic human quality, but in todays society of social media and the pursuit of perfection, it has become epidemic.  You hear teenagers complaining about how much they hate themselves, their lives or above all else, their appearance.   Young moms see themselves as inadequate as a parent and a partner and the mature and elderly are subtedly taught to be ashamed of their age and the changes that accompany it.  We must look younger, act younger and lie about our real age to even begin to fit into our youth oriented society and yet the young aren’t happy or content either.

How did we get to this place of self-judgment and dissatisfaction?   I believe a good deal has to do with our constant preoccupation and comparison to what we see on  social media – the illusion of glamour by the famous, and the airbrushed pictures of how we should look and dress, despite the fact that this is neither real nor realistic.  It would appear that everyone ‘out there’ is living a life of adventure, glamour and over the moon success -  everyone that is but us.

It is with great relief that  in the last few months, I have read several blogs and articles about the myths and exaggeration of life as displayed on social media and what a real day in their life looks like compared to the so called perfect day projected on Facebook or Instagram.  Either tired or fed up with the fantasies of friends or strangers (as we follow and compare ourselves to people we don’t even know) these bloggers are getting real.

Martha Beck has written a humorous and honest article in the latest Oprah Magazine entitled, ‘The Grass ain’t Greener”  She talks about the FOMO which stands for Fear of Missing Out, a fear most of us can remember since we were small children.  But today there seems to be so much we’re missing out on!  Everyone else is taking adventurous vacations, or backpacking through a foreign country, or perhaps becoming the most successful entrepreneur of the year.  In the meantime we are all just running around in circles trying to find the end of our rainbow because obviously we’re the only ones who haven’t found it.

When I read stories about a real day in the life of a young mom or a middle ager working in a ‘regular’  job, usually written with grace and humor, I want to shout hoorah.   It’s time for brutal honesty and to embrace our lives just as they are.  There is nothing wrong with ‘real life’ as we know it.  Too many of us are racing through life waiting for happiness to be there waiting for us in some imagined future.   But now is our future and every moment a treasure.  Happiness will be recognized when we understand that we aren’t missing out on anything.  It’s all an illusion tied to our self-judgment.

It’s a well known fact that we’re much harder and less forgiving of ourselves than we would be of anyone else.  We judge our every thought, action and word.  We fear judgment of others which could never be as tough as what we inflict on ourselves.  We’ve forgotten that self acceptance is our natural state and it wishes to reside within us and replace the judgment that has stolen it’s rightful place.

Self-judgment also stems from our belief systems which have been internalized during our lives.  It’s okay to look at these old belief systems and question each and every one.  Some may have some validity in your life, but how many are really the beliefs of others and no longer serve us?  Possibly they never did.

I quote Martha Beck’s closing paragraph of her article when she invites us to:

…learn to disbelieve the media hype.  Listen for the wiser, deeper, inner voice that tells you to relax, to melt open, to stop.  Once you try it, you won’t believe what you’ve been missing. 

O Magazine, June 2013.

This entry was posted on May 6, 2013. 1 Comment

Inspiring Moments

This has surely been a week of inspiration.  On Sunday, April 21, I was fortunate enough to attend Anita Moorjani’s appearance in Blyth and to hear firsthand the details of her near death experience.  I had read Anita’s book, Dying to be Me, and was eagerly anticipating her talk.  She did not disappoint.  Having experienced a second chance at life following a painful four years of suffering from terminal cancer, Anita’s survival and subsequent recovery changed her life forever.  Her mission now is to share her knowledge of life after death with the world.  I urge everyone to read her book and discover the truth about what our life really is about and the uplifting truths she learned during her time on ‘the other side.’

This past weekend I had the privilege of attending the Labbatt’s Family Conference at Sick Children’s Hospital with Lorie and her family.  Lorie and her son Riley were invited guests, sitting on a panel of congenital kids from 4 to 49.  Although I have accompanied Lorie on her journey with CHD for all of my adult life ( I was barely out of my teens when she was born), I soon discovered there is always so much more to learn.  What an incredible group of kids and so willing to share growing up with CHD in order to help and guide others.

There were two things that struck me in particular while listening to their question and answer period.  The parents are driven by fear and apprehension, particularly concerned about their children growing up to be ‘normal’ kids when their peers may see them as being different.   All of their fears are understandable; sending them off to kindergarten, starting high school, not fitting in, contracting diseases and infections which could endanger their health and finally have to let them fly on their own as they transitioned out of Sick Kids and into Toronto General Hospital.  They feared the childhood years and yet feared the young adult years equally.  Sadly, their fear is the only detriment to the children living what will be a ‘normal’ life for them.  The children will adapt if the parents are brave enough to allow it.

I felt a bit uneasy as I listened as I never saw Lorie as different or feared her growing up and I truly couldn’t relate to these moms.  Of course I had anxiety and concern and sleepless nights, just as any  parent of any child would encounter, but I felt confident that she knew her body and her limitations and for the most part would make the sensible and wise decision.  And most of the time she did.  Thankfully I chatted with two dedicated group leaders, both congenital and close to Lorie’s age who also couldn’t relate to that kind of fear and unwillingness to let go.  I breathed a sigh of relief and decided I had been a ‘good mom’ after all.  :)

The second thing that struck me was how the teenage participants echoed the same viewpoint that Lorie had always had.  Two girls, aged 14 and 18, were extremely poised, confident and obviously didn’t identify with their condition.  They knew their limitations and never saw CHD as really limiting them in any way that mattered.  As far as I was concerned, they sat before these stressed parents as examples of how their children could survive life with heart disease.  I was so impressed with their message and the comfort and ease they displayed when discussing their lives.

And then there was Lorie.  She had survived all odds in a time when there wasn’t family conferences or even a counsellor available to guide her and her family.  Despite being warned of all the things she could never do, she did them anyway and sat there, a recent transplant recipient, proving that despite what challenges you are given, life is good and ‘normal.’  I sincerely hope that these distraught moms and dads were able to see the miracles sitting before them and the seed had been sown that their kids could grow up happy, strong and self-reliant.

There is a lot of need for sharing and interacting with those struggling with the kinds of anxieties and questions concerning the possibilities for their children’s future.  Many were encountering sibling issues and behavioural problems as the family transitioned into the alien territory of hospitals, treatments and surgeries.  I am grateful that I can use my experience as a mom to a CHD child to help in any small way I can and that Lorie is willing to work tirelessly to set up programs and smooth the way to help ease the fears of such families.

I look forward to next years conference already and any ongoing support I can offer in the meantime.  Lorie has always viewed her heart condition as a gift and each day I work with her I am better able to understand how right she is.  The survivors are the chosen warriors whose responsibility it is to pave the way for the next generation.

In three weeks I will be off to San Diego to spend five days in a coaching seminar led by the master of life coaching, Dr. Robert Holden, so I am certain that my days of inspiration have just begun.

This entry was posted on April 30, 2013. 2 Comments

Discovering Your Real Self

In his recently released book Loveability Robert Holden asks a profound question.  At least I find it profound and I keep returning to it in an attempt to truly determine my honest answer.  It has certainly captured my attention.

‘Who am I without my judgments?’  That is Robert’s question and I must admit at first I just skimmed over it and went on reading, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind.   He leads into this inquiry as follows:  ‘To accept yourself is to make contact with and see what is real about you, not just judgments, concepts, and beliefs.  If you have the courage to ask a question like “Who am I without my judgments?” you may feel disoriented initially, but soon enough you will see your true nature.’

Robert is absolutely right.  It is a disorienting thought.  At first I thought about  judgments concerning my appearance, my wardrobe, something I may have said that was misinterpreted, or thoughts I am not proud of, but upon reflection I realize that my entire life is about judgment.  There is very little we humans do without judging, particularly when comparing or defending our beliefs.

We live by our beliefs.  When I shop for clothes, food, or household supplies, I make my purchases based on my judgments about what is okay and what is definately not for me.  I make judgments from what I have read and internalized about what is healthy or appropriate and what isn’t.  Conversations and interactions with others all are supported by our personal judgments.  The list goes on and on.  It was shocking to me to learn that my life and I am sure most others are the same, is being lived purely on judgment.  So who are we without our judgments?

This is not to imply that all judgments are wrong.  We determine right and wrong for us by what we have been taught and what we have come to believe is appropriate.  Without judgment it would be impossible to make these determinations for ourselves, but at the same time whenever we support our beliefs in our mind and actions, we are in some way deciding that the other way is wrong.  Judgment subconsciously separates us from others and convinces us that our way is the right way.

Too often we never stop to challenge our beliefs.  We learned our views of who we are and what we should stand for from parents, teachers, our religion, our heritage, our history and our friends.   From our life experiences we decide what is right and wrong, but where judgment enters is seeing alternatives as wrong.  Very simply, judgment is ego!

Before any outer judgments occur however, ego likes to remind us of all our shortcomings.  As Robert points out, ‘the ego’s nature is to judge.’ Are we ever satisfied with who we are, what we look like, how old we are, how much money we earn or how we handled our last conflict and possibly said the wrong thing?  We are never harder on anyone else than we are on ourselves which leads me back to the original question, ‘Who am I without my judgments?’

I certainly haven’t come to any grand conclusions, but it is a question I cannot shake.  The more I think about it, the more I realize that human experience encompasses judgment on every level.  It surely has given me something be aware of, question and correct.  By stripping away layer after layer of old beliefs that no longer really apply to my life, the habit of judgment can be released and ultimately my true nature allowed to emerge.

I invite you to ponder the question and I’m sure you too will realize the truth of Robert’s statement that it takes courage to ask this question because it is shattering to the ego.  The grand prize of discovering who you really are beneath your beliefs and judgments will be more than worth it.

I also encourage everyone to pick up Robert’s book, Loveability.  It is truly awesome.

This entry was posted on April 8, 2013. 4 Comments

What Does Living Well Mean to You?

Today is day 15 of Deepak and Oprah’s 21 day Meditation Challenge.  I hope everyone is taking advantage of this wonderful experience of being led in meditation by Deepak.  One of my favorite parts of the Challenge is the journal questions to be completed after the meditation.

The first question today was, “What does living well mean to you?”

As I prepared my response, I realized what a great question it was and decided to throw it out to everyone.  Your answers may surprise you because it goes way beyond our shallow desires and penetrates our deepest self.   It is truly a soul searching question.

I would love to hear what thoughts this question brings to your mind.  However, anyone that doesn’t wish to share I recommend taking a few minutes of quiet time to reflect and write your feelings about this subject and let it be your own personal exercise. Your responses may surprise you.

I wrote my feelings quickly and without a lot of conscious thought.  I just allowed it to flow without any editing or re-reading and I happily share my ideas of living well.

‘Living well for me means a healthy balance to life.  Living a spiritual life but enjoying being ‘human’ as well.  It means interacting with family and friends and being loving to all.  It means respecting, enjoying and appreciating nature.  It means taking care of your body as well as your soul – eating healthy, exercising, and doing daily affirmations.  Living well is a combination of enjoying all of life while living rooted in the present.  It especially means living without fear and anxiety knowing that at this moment we are okay.

Do I manage to live like this?  No, not a lot of the time but I am working each moment of each day to achieve my idea of living well. ’

Making time to do this short meditation has shown me that daily meditation needs to be a priority instead of the hit and miss routine I have been on.  As we enter the last week I’m sorry to see the challenge ending so soon.  It’s exactly what I needed to help wind down these final weeks of winter.  I have become stronger and much more moble during this time and finally I am able to verbalize that ‘I am healed’ and actually believe it.

Now. just dealing with minor discomfort, I decided that today would be my first day back at the gym. Did it hurt?  Hell, yes!  Was it worth it.  Absolutely!  This is the last missing piece of my routine and although I feel like a ‘newbee’ that’s never been in a gym before, I am willing to be content with baby steps and before I know it I will be back to my normal routine.

Along with my meditations, I have also started a few minutes each day of very easy yoga and the results are amazing.   Even on days when I am hurting a bit, within an hour of yoga I am pain free again.  I highly recommend some easy stretches to rejuvinate and energize yourself.  The combination of meditation and yoga works wonders.

The question of a life well lived is bound to bring lots of different responses but I believe the most important part of this exercise is defining what you really want to make your life all about and taking the first steps toward it.

 

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This entry was posted on March 26, 2013. 2 Comments

I Am Who I Am.

My intention for my Life Coaching Career has always been to focus on helping women during their transition years in order to move forward, loving and embracing life.  We all go through different phases at different times, but transitioning into retirement and the  senior years ahead can be especially challenging and can change us if we allow it.

I made a resolution when I recently turned 70 that the seventies would be the best years of my life so far.  I felt free, excited to pursue new studies and adventures both in Life Coaching and in working as Lorie’s personal assistant.  I have always maintained that age will not define me and how important it is to embrace who we are and where we are now.  In short, live in the moment without regrets of the past or fearful projections into the future.  Good advice for all of us I believe.

Despite these wise and profound truths, I found myself mentally comparing myself to younger women, with just a tinge of resentment, and reminding myself constantly that to the young I was an old woman.  Who was I trying to kid?  My inner dialogue shifted from moving forward with confidence to asking myself what I was thinking.  I was too old to be thinking career.  I might feel young still, but I was now living in a body that was well past middle age  – my mind went round and round with defeating, negative thoughts.   Sadly, the aging process had crept up on me,  Every moment it reminded me, you are now 70 and age permeated my psyche.

And then I fell!  As I have discussed at length, this accident was all about learning and awareness.  Gratefully,  part of me refused to allow my age to interfere with my healing and I took every step I could toward recovery.  But at the same time, I was aware of the fragility of the body and how helpless we can become in an instant.  Being a senior shut-in unable to cope with winter or any of my regular life was terrifying.   Again, my brain was competing with my mind to deliver contradicting messages.

Recovery has been slow and painful, but straightforward.  Two months later I am healing well even though I’m not quite back to my normal.  I am grateful and thankful that I can now walk and get out to do errands and this week I finally drove again.  Each and every milestone is welcome and heralds another piece of my old self back again.

However, my mind still didn’t want to release its hold on my realization that I was probably kidding myself that any real life changes would occur at this point in time.  I keep reading my positive books, repeat my affirmations, and finally thanks to Deepak Chopra’s 21 Day Meditation with Oprah, got back to meditating.  But even all this reinforcement didn’t seem to be enough to get me truly motivated again.

It’s funny how life never gives up on you no matter where you are emotionally.  Suddenly I keep getting articles and see tv shows acknowledging the beauty and worth of aging.  In our youth orientated world, we ‘elders’ are finally getting positive attention.  And then just this week I received my April copy of Chatelaine.  Their life section article is entitled Groovy Grannies, with the subtitle, A new generation of seniors are ironing out age-old stereotypes.  This is followed by a humorous article outlining how the author intends to age and even the editorial was focused on getting better with time.

I was thrilled and surprised to see the positive attention given to aging.  They featured an entrepreneur beginning a new business at 75.  Just what I needed to hear!  Suddenly, my mood shifted and I realized I needed to change my thinking – fast.  It is no coincidence that all of this new information has been presented to me.  I just needed a big shake to wake me out of my pity party and my falling into the all too familiar pattern of aging.  Suddenly, I saw ahead 10, 20 and yes, even 30 years.  So I’m an optomist!

This has been such a remarkable year.  The Universe had a lot to teach me and I am grateful.  I have learned to let people into my life again and to allow others to look after me.  I have learned that my age must never define me and I now have to move forward with no excuses about a few wrinkles or my new temporary limp.  I have learned that I am not invincible, none of us are.  I have learned how easy it is to fall into the pattern of letting an old person into your body and how shocking it was that it happened to me.  All it took was a milestone birthday.   I have learned that I must change my thoughts in order to live the life I planned.

My goal now is to do my best to enjoy each moment for what it is and learn to love myself again for exactly who I am, not who I used to be.  Once I have conquered my demons of doubt I will be ready once more to offer to others what I have learned in my journey.  This setback will actually make me a much better coach.

Any transition can be difficult.  It would be lying to say this isn’t so.  The important thing is to accept your situation – you don’t have to like it, but once you can accept it,  the only thing left to do is change it.  Whether it be a job loss, the death of a loved one, illness, or having to downsize, looking back won’t move us forward.   We can spend our days and years in joy and love, or sadness and bitterness.  Either way they will go by.  I’ve decided to go with joy, love and service combined with humor and lots of laughter.

This entry was posted on March 15, 2013. 2 Comments

Time to Celebrate

This weekend my family and our friends gratefully celebrate the first anniversary of my daughter Lorie’s heart transplant.  March 10, 2012 became her new birthday heralding the beginning of her new life.

Thinking back a couple of years, when Lorie was waiting with hundreds of others for that call announcing that a heart was available, I remember sitting in the waiting room awaiting her appointment with her transplant team when her nurse practitioner entered the room beaming.

” Sorry I’m late.  I was making arrangements for a new transplant to be transferred  to a room today,” she told us and my immediate thought was what wonderful news that would be and I have to admit I was envious.  I just wanted us to be in that place.

I dreamed of hearing those words and having the tedious and dangerous wait over and my daughter on her way to recovery.  I told her this and as she gave us a hug, she assured me that one day soon that would be true for us too.  I really wanted to believe her.

Although Lorie had a long tough journey still ahead, Corinne’s promise did come true for us.   Now it’s my turn to look back on the end of an entire year post transplant, which in transplant time is a huge milestone.  Although we won’t be physically together this weekend, we are jointly celebrating this first anniversay with our dear friend Demetrios who has lived this same uncertain journey and won.  Congratulations Lorie and Demetrios, you both inspire me.

The five months we spent in our condo in Toronto and especially that weekend one year ago is branded into my mind for always.  Seldom a day goes by when I don’t think back to those days.  I actually miss our apartment and our life of long walks along the PATH leading from the Eatons Center to Union Station practically every day.  I miss the convenience of city living and that rain or snow or shine, we could still get our daily exercise along with lots of window shopping and scouting out shoes and clothes that would go on sale in a few weeks time.

I miss our local grocery store, our favorite cafe where Lorie would write and draw and of course Starbucks.  I even miss some of the time spent at the hospital as everyone from the servers at Starbucks to the transplant team and fellow patients became our family away from home.  But none of this actually prepared me for the transplant experience because as many things in life if you haven’t been there, you just can’t imagine it.

It’s funny what stands out the most about that long night and following couple of days.  Sometimes it all feels like yesterday.  The memories and images are sharp and real and yet at the same time it’s totally surreal – like watching a rerun of a movie I had watched in the past that had left a lasting impact.

After Lorie was taken to surgery, our apartment was filled with family all scrambling for any place to try and get some rest.  My daughter-in-law, Paula, then five months pregnant was awarded the best mattress and managed to find a place cozily wedged between the fridge and stove in the kitchen.  I think I had a couch and so did our dear friend Antje.  The kids had the bed and as for my husband, I have no idea where he slept.  Many parts of that night are fuzzy.  Others are as clear as the full moon that was shining through the window.

I heard Antje stirring around 3 a.m. just a short hour after I had attempted rest and we decided that we would return to the hospital as sleep just wasn’t going to happen.  The grandfathers and Antje had shifts with the kids, but mama bear was determined that she was going to be at the hospital and available to Lorie at all times.

Downtown Toronto is actually pretty quiet at 3 a.m. on a March evening.  Our walk consisted pretty much of just the two of us and probably a dozen cabs that we disappointed as they all slowed to check if we wanted their service.  We needed to walk and clear our heads and all too soon we were back inside Toronto General Hospital.

It was going to be after 1 the following afternoon before the surgeon emerged from the operating room and spoke to us.  It seemed impossible that all the while we had a midnight pizza, attempted rest, returned to the hospital, gathered the family to go out for breakfast, and made it back to the hospital around noon that Lorie had been in surgery.  Thirteen hours where life went on as usual around us and even our lives took on a semblence of normal thanks to adrenaline and most of all faith.

As the surgeon gathered us together, his words were an echo of what I had been hearing in my mind for many months –   There were no surprises, and all went well.  Unless you have been through surgeries of this magnitude or in my case several of them with two valve transplants behind her, you couldn’t understand how sweet those words are.  In Lorie’s situation surprises were expected especially with the uncertainty of her other organs accepting the heart along with the fact that her friend had not survived the same surgery just a short three weeks before.

And all has gone well ever since.  There have been a couple of setbacks and of course a few scary moments, but over all Lorie has had a wonderful year and her life has changed beyond comprehension.  Although Lorie never complained about living with CHD and always viewed it as a gift, now she can live the life she was meant to live and share this gift with others.

During this year she has endured regular biopsies and trips for checkups.  She has persevered with her ‘meds’ which at times has been a challenge and subject to constant adjustments and she has learned to live with a compromised immune system and stay healthy.  She has also dedicated herself to her family with a new energy and focuses on helping her children with their school work issues and deadlines.  She walks with her husband every morning along with their dog Harry and along with all of this she has published and is now marketing her book Angel Thinking while actively counseling and educating others dealing with the challenges of CHD or other debilating diseases.

We have a lot to celebrate this weekend and I am thrilled to be a witness to the miracle of my daughter and to share her victory with her friends and family.

Congratulations Lorie and Demetrios.  It will just get better and better from here on.

Taking Control

I have been considering informing everyone about the alternative treatments I have been receiving that have been instrumental in my healing.  I hesitated, however, because not being a very technical person, I realize I am relaying this important information in layman’s terms as I best understand it.  One thing I have learned to pay attention to is my intutition and with a little nudge in a conversation with a friend, I realized I need to share as best I can.

I was explaining to a good friend of mine recently about the procedures my practitioners had been doing and she exclaimed, “Yvonne, I never knew about any of this.”  It was in that moment I realized that I needed to let others know about what is available for them and to also tell you how very grateful I am to have these ‘angel’ workers in my life.

Frustrated with the medical industry over the past few years and by educating myself to the power and significance of alternative healing treatments, I have been seeing an osteopath-massage therapist, chiropracter and naturopath for over six years now.  I just had a knowing that in order to stay healthy and live my best life it was up to me to take control of my health and welfare.

This is in no way to suggest not seeing a medical doctor or nurse-practitioner when necessary.  I religiously do my yearly checkups and it is only thanks to paying attention to these appointments that my husband’s prostate cancer was detected when it was.  I just believe that there are circumstances that do not warrant seeing a doctor and that our medical industry is set up for treatment of illness, not preventative care.  It is a well known fact that doctors are not educated in nutrition, appropriate supplements for your individual body  etc. – in short they don’t treat the individual but the condition.

A naturopath looks for entirely different symptoms in your body such as your acidic-alkaline balance, the ratio of water in and surrounding your cells, the effects of stress on your body and often serve as a sounding board for you personal issues that helps determine what is triggering that stress.  Fortunately my nurse-practitioner is willing to work with my naturopathic doctor and when I get a blood test I get two different perspectives of what each one sees whether positive or negative.  I am just sharing this background to emphasize that I had been in the care of all of these practitioners for some time and have complete trust in their judgment and that they are familiar with my body and any previous issues we have dealt with.

To date I haven’t needed to see a doctor since my fall.  Fortunately, they were willing to issue a requisition for an x-ray and after receiving the results they informed me there were no breaks or fractures and to give them a call if I needed them down the road.  I have avoided heavy pain medication and for the first month Tylenol and Advil got me through as well as a Tumeric supplement for pain and inflammation.  As soon as I was able to get in and out of a car, I began treatment with my osteopathic-massage therapist, who is a genius in his field.  He detected initially that the pain in my groin and leg that was hindering my walking was just as it felt, a gigantic kink.  The nerve system that feeds into that are was kinked like a garden hose he explained and there was no nerve supply reaching the groin area.   Next he determined tissue trauma and began treatment on these areas as well as the use of what I call his ‘energy machine’ for lack of the technical name.

Over the next few weeks, ever so slowly at first, my hip and groin area began to heal and walking began to improve.  At the same time, my naturopath, who is also a special friend, suggested bio-puncture to the affected areas.  This involved acupuncture type injections along the acupuncture points as well as the most painful areas.  These injections contained a trauma healing gel and homeopathic cordisone which quickly made a difference in my movements as well.

Since both therapists were going to be away for a week, they recommended Bowen treatments in place of theirs.  To copy a bit out of the brochure,  Bowen Technique helps the body remember how to heal itself.  Electrical impulses sent to the nervous system remind the body to regain normal movements in joints, muscles and tendons.  This helps relieve muscle spasms and increase blood and lymph flow.  Several of the moves are located along the acupuncture meridians or on specific acupuncture points which are known to stimualte and balance the body’s energy.

For the past year I have also been receiving regular Reiki treatments along with Body Talk from another amazing angel friend and incredible practitoner.  To quote the brochure again, Body Talk is:….a simple and effective holistic approach that allows the body’s energy systems to be resynchronized, in order for them to operate at optimum levels as nature had intended it to.  Body Talk is a bridge between Western medicine and alternative Modalities.

I want to add that when it was almost impossible for me to get out with weather and inability to walk, both my naturopathic doctor and my Body Talk practitioner came to the house to help me.  My amazing naturopath drove me to the clinic for her treatments even though she is currently on Maternity leave.  I can’t thank all of these ladies enough for their loving care, proof positive that they walk their walk.

Besides all of this, all of my therapists have mentally brought me through this fearful time of doubt and concern.  There were days when I went for treatments when I was so afraid that I would never really be well again.  No matter how slow the progress seemed, they always reassured me that I would be well and they would see to it that my body would be healed.  During nights of terror when the ego wants to remind you that life as you knew it was over, I would remember their sincere words and relax my mind.

I still have a ways to go.  I still hurt some and limp and have small inconvenient side effects, but I know in my heart that I am on the road to recovery and these treatments are becoming more effective with each one.  I also would like to add that my husband, Brian, received intravenous Vitamin C treatments before his surgery which balances the body and encourage healing as well as some Body Talk balancing sessions.  Even though he hasn’t received the final word about whether or not he will require some radiation, his visiting nurse commented that he has healed faster than any patient his age they have seen.

So, I think the proof is evident.  Alternative options are out there and they can be used very effectively with conventional medicine if necessary.  Yes, it has cost me a lot of money but how do you put a price on your health?  Every time I go for another session, I can’t help but ask, how do people heal that are unaware of what damage has been done that could be treated?   No wonder so many are never the same again.

I felt I had to share this part of my journey and I dedicate this blog to my ‘angel’ team who are not only instrumental in my healing, but have kept me sane as well.  You are dedicated professionals and I am so glad you all are in my life.