Filed under: alternative treatments, bodybuilding, cancer, coaching, colon cleansing, health, Hyperbaric Chamber, Inspiration, nutrition, sport specific training
Many people make decisions at the beginning of a year to make changes in their lives. These changes are meant to improve their lives in some way. They want to lose weight, get in better shape, quit things like smoking or abusing alcohol, improve their finances, relationships, living situations (mine is eliminate clutter)…The lists are endless. My big question is always “Why”? Why do you want – whatever it is you want? What are you willing to give up for it? Is your “why” big enough to “deprive” yourself of the other?
Why are you thinking you are depriving yourself of something if eliminating it will make your life better? If you keep doing it, aren’t you depriving yourself of a better life?
Change is hard for most people. If it’s something you want bad enough, it’s a lot easier. The more specific it is, the easier it is. I’ve been told many times I have an “all or nothing” attitude. When it’s something really important to me, I do. Regarding the cancer: 7 years ago, medical treatment offered me less than 1% of hope for surviving a year. I had to rely on alternative sources of information in order to help myself to get well. All the information in the world, won’t help if I don’t get off my butt and implement it. I was going to say I have had more discipline for getting rid of the cancer than I’ve ever had, but that’s not exactly true. When I set a goal to compete in a bodybuilding competition, I do everything I know to do to prepare for the competition. My diet used to be exactly what my trainer told me to do, now it is exactly what I’ve learned to do based on past experience with my body and what I’ve learned from other sources. The competition gives me a date I have to accomplish my goal by. I know I don’t get an extra week. Once my diet, workouts, cardio and sleep schedule start, I know that regardless of the judges decisions, I’ve done my best. If I skip cardio, or “just onecookie” and I don’t do well at the show, I know I have no one to blame but me. If I don’t make the goal to compete, to get up on stage wearing an outfit that’s 6 inches at its widest point, I have no reason to push myself to that extent. Don’t misunderstand, my diet is probably cleaner than that of most competitors “pre-contest diet”, but immaculate when I’m “pre-contest”. I know that every time I compete, my body looks better after the show than it did before I started the process. I know that my confidence is improved, every time I get off the stage. I think I’m talking myself into something here. The goal is only the beginning. The end result – stage pictures – keeps me focused. I know I have to stay focused on my own, because few of my friends are going to call and say “what time are you going to the gym? I’ll meet you for an hour on the stair climber”. My kid probably isn’t going to say “no, mom, lets have raw eggs or a salad in the blender instead of pizza”. Being around people who aren’t supportive of what I’m trying to accomplish could blow my efforts. If I didn’t have the discipline I do, because my “why” is so important, my competition goal would be a lot more difficult.
Yes, my competing goal takes up a lot of time, which is why I haven’t made that decision yet. At this point, I have 20 minutes on the Body Vibe, an hour in hyperbaric chamber, an hour for Gerson coffee, oil pulling, dry brushing, hot/cold shower, food prep and getting myself ready all before work. After work, I fit in my workout, another hot/cold shower and 30-60 minutes in the sauna. I feel great and have no evidence of cancer, but since it’s only been a short time since the last tumor, still need to do it all.
I would love to get rid of the clutter in my house! I don’t know where to start. Maybe there’s someone out there wanting to lose weight. You can help me de-clutter and I’ll call you and say “meet me at the gym for an hour on the step mill”!
Make your why big enough and get up and make it happen!
Love, gratitude and blessings to you all
Susan Wonder Stone
So…I found the spider. It would have fit in a hole punch on a piece of notebook paper. The legs were shriveled up and no, I didn’t stretch them out to see how big the critter would have been if it were still alive. I pulled my pillows and blankets out, sprayed them with lavender enzyme spray and fluffed it all in the dryer. I vacuumed out the inside and wiped down the rubber seals. No evidence of any other creatures. I put everything back in just the way I like it and zipped the chamber shut, in hopes no more spiders would get in before “my next dive”. I was excited to get in this morning, kind of like getting into my Nikken “dream” bed with fresh sheets. My comfortable beds are so important to me, knowing rebuilding takes place during sleep.
Like any day, other than yesterday, nothing out of the ordinary. I turned on my salt lamp and the air compressor and climbed into the chamber. I reached out and zipped up the outer zipper, put both of the rubber seals in place, then zipped the inside zipper. The faint lavender scent was relaxing. I got into my favorite position with my face under the window. Everything was perfect. Then…
As the pressure increased, I don’t know what happened. Adrenaline kicked in. No logical reason, really. Just before I went to sleep last night, Cameron told me “a bedroom story” about a spider building a nest behind the compressor, so when I got in the chamber, the compressor would suck in all the baby spiders and “spit” them all over me once I was locked inside. Potential reality is always scarier than any horror movie. I got really sweaty, my heart rate and respiration increased. Why?? No spiders, no reason. Should I get out before the pressure commits me to the whole hour? Was the physical response from an irrational memory or an illogical fear, or his made up story? Either way, I had seconds to make the decision to let it control me and get out or take control of my thoughts and stay in. I purposely slowed my breathing. I decided whatever strength I needed to overcome the fear was already inside me. Like many things in my life, it started to affect me, but I made a conscious decision to change the way I was thinking about it. Within minutes, I was asleep. Within what felt like a few minutes more, my hour was up and it was time to get out. I hope to always remind myself – I have control over my own thoughts, feelings and actions.
Love, gratitude and blessings
Susan
Last week, I slept 11 hours on all 3 of my days off. I must have needed the sleep. I knew I needed to go to bed earlier so I could get in my 8, so I took some melatonin. I thought I grabbed the regular bottle, until 20 minutes later I started feeling dizzy. I looked at the bottle. Oops. It was the super melatonin. I had taken 10 mg instead of 3. Needless to say, I went to bed way earlier than I planned. I slept like a rock.
In case you didn’t know, I get in a hyperbaric chamber for an hour every morning before work and sometimes on my days off. This morning, I got in, like any other morning. I turn on a salt lamp beside the air compressor that gives me enough light to see without being bright enough to really wake me up. I’m usually back to sleep before my ears have completely adjusted to the pressure. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary. As I was zipping up the outside zipper, I felt a hair hanging from the rubber seal and dangling across my face. I don’t shed as much as Buddy, but I’m always finding my stray hairs. No big deal. I zipped up the zippers and got into my “normal” position. The chamber is only 22 inches diameter. Since I’m not in the middle at the widest part, my shoulders are squished and rounded up the sides. Shortly after falling asleep, I found myself at the beginning of an erotic dream. Just as it started to get good, a spider ran across my face. The dream was over quicker than it started. What I thought was one of my hairs hanging, was a spider web. I was wide awake, too freaked out to scream. I grabbed the blanket I had over me and shoved it to the side of the chamber, hoping to squish the spider. Normally, I would scoop the spider up on a piece if paper and put it outside. It was too dark inside the chamber to locate the creature. I held the blanket against the side of the chamber, trying to figure out what I was going to do. Within seconds, it ran across my hand. This time, I hit the blanket and started rolling and squishing, rolling and squishing. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was. I still had 40 minutes. I have the compressor on a 1 hour timer. Getting out while the compressor is on is doable, but not only hurts my ears but leaves me feeling yucky for several hours. Cameron sleeps like a rock, so waking him up was not going to happen. Call 911…I would never hear the end of it. Would I ask for the fire department? I wasn’t injured…yet. What if the spider bit me? What kind was it? Poisonous? I was scared, but thankfully not having a panic attack. I’ve never had one, but know people who do. Ask for the police? “I need a public assist… the front door key is…I’m stuck inside a hyperbaric chamber with a spider”. Like that wouldn’t end up in the police beat in the local paper. I prayed. I decided to hand it over to God and go back to sleep. Yeah right! My blanket was squished under my right side, I was soaked from freaking out sweat and the air was blowing on me…freezing the sweat. Okay, so it wasn’t that cold, but definitely too cold to relax. Every time anything shifted, I thought it was another spider on me. Before my hour was up, I was sure there were at least a dozen spiders in there. When I got out, I closed up the valve and zipped it up. Now I get to open it up, pull out my pillow and blankie and locate the little guy. I’m pretty sure if it didn’t lose its life this morning in all the rolling and squishing, I’ll scoop it up and put it outside. I like the spiders eating the bugs. For the past several years, we’ve had spiders take up residence inside the kitchen in front of the window. We find bugs to feed them. It’s fun to watch. I just don’t want to be in a confined space with one!
Love, gratitude and blessings,
Susan
Filed under: alternative treatments, cancer, health, Hyperbaric Chamber, Hyperthermia, immune system, Inspiration, internal cleansing, nutrition
Susan, with a young son to care for, refused to believe this was the end for her. Her fight was only beginning, and what a battle she has been fighting! Her mother picked up and helped her financially giving her some relief of house payments and daily living expenses. Susan sought other alternatives to help kick her battle with cancer. Through nutrition, oxygen and heat therapies, along with detoxing and other alternative means she has been able to clear her liver and join the line of miracle people.
Today’s economy, stress and emotions have made new areas appear, leading her to needing more extensive treatment. We are speaking with Dr. _Quintana, who is willing to help Susan with her fight to live by providing her treatment. Susan’s “Bucket List Wish” is to live as long as she can. So we are helping her with this request to live.
Please help Susan and her son Cameron “Celebrate Life” by fighting for life.
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