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I found this article while looking for something else.
At the time, at work, we could only put a background picture on our computers that came out of the local paper. I had a vacation coming and asked the director if I could use a picture of myself if it was in the paper. “Absolutely!” My goal was to be in the paper when I returned. This is the story and the picture I used.
Love, gratitude and blessings
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For Virginia, Lisa’s friend and anyone else who might need it now. Love, gratitude and blessings, Susan
Originally posted on Susan WonderStone's Blog:
I have done SO much. I’m writing a book about it, but far from being done. I’ve done a lot of emotional work. I believe the cancer shows up after emotional trauma, whether recent or farther back than we can remember, there seems to always be a link.
Major detoxing of thoughts and physical body. PARASITE CLEANSE – I use http://www.parasitefree.com
I’m currently taking it. I’ve been doing it 3 months every year. I drink APPLE CIDER VINEGAR daily. During my last cancer issue, I mostly fasted on apple cider vinegar and coconut oil. It kept my blood sugar normal and my ketones up. When I took the bandage off my breast, it looked almost normal. 5 days earlier, it looked like I would have a badly deformed nipple.
DRY BRUSHING, BOUNCING ON EXERCISE BALL OR REBOUNDER, FULL BODY VIBRATION MACHINE, MASSAGE, HOT/COLD ALTERNATING SHOWERS – All are to stimulate…
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As you may know, I broke my back in a skydiving accident in 2007. Twinges of pain remind me every day. January 11th, my back was hurting so bad, the coffee enemas didn’t help at all. (Coffee enemas help with most types of pain I’ve experienced since ’07) I went to work and did my job without complaining. As soon as I got home, I got out the ice pack. I swallowed turmeric, ginger, cayenne and black pepper and relaxed on the couch with the ice pack doing its magic. About an hour later, Bert asked me what I had done to the back of my neck. Nothing. The ice pack was about 5 inches away from the spot he was referring to. I backed up to the bathroom mirror to look at it with the handheld mirror. The lump that’s been on the back of my neck for several years was bright red, sticking out about a cm and was so tight, it felt like it could explode. It was bigger than any lumps I’ve had in the last 6 years. All of the details will be in my book, but you needed a little background to me using myself as my own guinea pig.
The size of the lump and intensity of pain, quickly convinced me I needed to get to work doing as many treatments as I knew. Sauna, hot/cold hydrotherapy, lymph drainage, coffee enemas with vitamins and minerals, fermented foods/drinks, clean water, ozone treatments…yes, there’s more…supplements, hyperbaric chamber, meditation and black salve. I’m sure there’s more, but I’ll stop there.
Every day last week, I took 250mg niacin before getting in the ozonated sauna. I figured the niacin would help get my circulation going, the sauna would help eliminate toxins from my skin and the ozone would do what ozone does. The niacin flush. Being red from sweating, I couldn’t tell if there was redness, but I could feel my blood moving and everything itched. It wasn’t overwhelming, but noticeable.
Jan 26th, since multi-tasking works so well, I decided to take niacin, before using a chi machine, while doing a coffee enema. It was the same 250mg I had been taking every day for the last week. I put it under my tongue and added just enough water to help it dissolve. I got down on the bathroom floor and filled myself with a quart of coffee, just like filling up the car at the gas pump. I started to feel the niacin flushing about 5 minutes later. It wasn’t the normal tingling and itching, but more intense. I could feel my face swelling. I grabbed my phone. I hadn’t had a reaction like that since discovering I was allergic to sulfa drugs. I thought I was going to have to call 911. My face was swelling. It was difficult to swallow, but my breathing was still okay. Keep in mind, I’m being rocked back and forth by the chi machine and successfully holding a quart of coffee while all this is happening. And…as you’ll see in the video, the cat likes to lay on top of me during the process and suck on my pajamas. I often wonder if he’s like Brian on The Family Guy. If I have to call for help, do I let the coffee out first or try to hold it the full 15 minutes regardless?
I thought I was on fire. The burning was so intense, I literally thought I’d see flames if I got up to look in the mirror. Burning, itching and swelling! On fire!
I called out to Bert. I asked him to come evaluate. He had his emotionless look on his face when he told me it wasn’t that bad. I KNOW that look really means he’s hiding something. Rocking back and forth, not really caring if I disturb the cat, I reached up on the counter for the mirror. Holy shit! I hadn’t touched my face with my hands. My eyelids were hanging halfway over my eyes. My face was swollen and distorted. I could talk, but couldn’t have opened my mouth enough for a blow job. My head was racing with thoughts of worst case scenarios. I needed to leave for work in 30 minutes. Should I call in? I asked Bert again. He assured me it didn’t look that bad. I decided to believe him and let go of the itching and burning. It only took a few minutes to notice the symptoms subsiding. It’s just niacin. I got to work on time. Nobody said anything. I read an article that said severe niacin reactions are usually due to dehydration. Several articles said it’s harmless. Today, I had minerals and 32oz of water before the niacin. Slight redness, tingling, itching and obvious increased circulation. Perfect!
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Wiener Friendly Soap
What kind of soap? Yes, I said Wiener Friendly Soap! For those of you who know me, either in person or from reading my writing, I can be serious, but I’m rarely serious without my sense of humor. Throughout my last 15 years, something I’ve learned is that cancer sucks, but humor makes it easier to deal with. My original diagnosis in 03/2000 was melanoma. Eleven years ago when it spread to my liver and lymphatic system, there were no medical treatments that showed they could keep me alive more than a few months. I opted out. I set out to find whatever I could, to get myself well. My belief back then, as it is now, is that cancer is due to an abundance of toxins (including emotional shit, but that’s another story!) and a deficiency of nutrients. There are probably a lot more scientific details, but those are the ones I felt I could control. I’ve researched and implemented so many alternative treatments and diets. Eliminating toxins was at the top of the list. After many full body cleanses, literally thousands of hours in a far infrared sauna, too many coffee enemas to count, we got rid of most household cleaners and personal care products. My hero, Bert, decided to start making soap. Originally, it was just for us. We shared it with some of our friends and family members and everyone loved it! It’s organic, unscented soap made from olive, palm, coconut and castor oils. During the saponification process, natural glycerin is formed. Most commercial soaps remove the glycerin. We leave it in for its luxurious, moisturizing qualities.
Our creamy, lathering soap is great for ALL body parts! We even wash our hair with it!
Oh, you’re wondering where the name came from. Several places. Many years ago…I promised I’d say it wasn’t recent…my son was in the shower. I was downstairs when I heard screaming and what sounded like stomping in the shower. I ran upstairs asking if he was okay. He was yelling “DON’T COME IN”!!! I stood outside the door and continued to ask him if he was okay and what was wrong. The few seconds it took for him to answer seemed like forever…my head going crazy, with visions of all the worst case scenarios playing like movie clips. He finally yelled, “I was, I was…I got soap in it!” Now I knew why he didn’t want me to come in! Yes, that visual went thru my head too! Over his continued “owie, owie, owie”, I told him to pee. He tried to explain to me why he couldn’t. It was all I could do to not let him hear me laughing. I know, it’s not funny.
Wiener Friendly Soap isn’t just for wieners!
It’s for FEMALE wieners too! Yes, that’s what I said. I grew up in a southern Baptist family. I’m not sure if that’s the reason, but using the word vagina or any slang derivative, would have gotten me slapped or hit with a belt and then sent to my room. I had two brothers. The word penis was also off limits. It was totally okay to say wiener, pee pee or pecker. If I had any kind of crotch issue, it was best not to talk about it at all, but if my dad overheard me talking to my mom, pee pee or wiener wouldn’t get me thrown into isolation with a hand print on my exposed skin. We found out when I was really young that I had reactions to bubble bath and many soaps. Sometimes I would pretend it wasn’t a big deal, just so I could play in the bubbles in the bathtub. It was always a big deal. Burning, stinging and raw skin followed for several days. We lived in Florida, so going to the beach with sand and salt water on those days was quite miserable! I left the bubbles out of the tub when I knew we were going to the beach. As I got older, I learned about yeast infections. For those of you who don’t know, burning, raw skin can be a part of that too. When it’s bad, water can burn. Most soaps on raw skin burn even more.
Fast forward a few more years…My FAVORITE! Have you ever been rubbed raw from lots and lots of sex? So much sex, you literally walk funny! I fully recommend it! But…another need for wiener friendly soap. Vagina friendly just isn’t as funny. If you have ideas for a gender neutral name that’s as catchy as Wiener Friendly Soap, let me know.
When I was just out of high school, my mom gave me a ceramic sculpture that has a boy and a girl in the tub and says “Save water, shower with a friend”. Talking about the above stories with Bert in the shower – and a few details I’ll leave to your imagination, we “came” – “up” with the name
As you know, I still have cancer. I’m doing everything I know to get myself healthy. As it is, I’m healthier than most people I know, but I’m ready to be done with it! There are many studies out there showing that cancer grows best with stress. I have eliminated most stress from my life, but the financial stress is messing me up! I still do 3 hours of daily treatments, help other cancer patients and their families without compensation and work as many hours at my retail job as I can. It’s not paying the bills or giving me the ability to get the supplements I need.
That’s where you come in!
I’m not asking for donations. I’m asking for you to treat yourself to the best organic soap you’ll rub on your skin and to share it with others! I apologize in advance, but it’s currently only available in the United States. Thank you for your support!
Love, gratitude and blessings
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Last night was a crisp, star filled, moon lit, freezing cold night. I decided it would be perfect for a soak in the hot tub. It was time to add more hydrogen peroxide anyway and getting in with a fresh spike of oxygen feels amazing! Buddy, our German Shepherd mix, loves to go outside during tub time. I don’t know if it’s to “protect” me or if he likes me outside while he’s sniffing around doing important dog stuff (protecting him). My hero missed the last ferry, so I knew it would be several hours until he got home, having to drive all the way around. I know, I know…getting in a pool or hot tub is not supposed to be alone, but if I waited to have someone around for all the “dangerous” stuff I do, I would rarely get to do it. I sprayed my towel with lavender and cypress essential oils, for no other reason than I like them together. The breeze scents my little world, most of the time masking the cloud coming from fresh, steaming dog poop. It was under 32 degrees, or 0, for those of you who use Celsius. The grass crunched with every step Buddy made. It was so late, my neighbor’s Christmas lights were off. Boeing’s lights may have been on, but since there were no clouds in the sky, they weren’t affecting my view of the stars either. It was so dark, I could hear Buddy, but I couldn’t see him. I got in the tub and he wandered around doing his thing. The water was 108 degrees. (42.2 C) HOT! It feels even hotter with fresh hydrogen peroxide. It was amazing! Hot water and cold, cold air. I always focus on the things I’m grateful for while I’m in the tub. I was missing my hero, but also enjoy my alone time. It didn’t take long until I fell asleep. I have no idea how much time had passed when I heard Buddy scuffling in the grass. I opened my eyes, but couldn’t see thru the darkness. I heard a squeak. Another squeak. The frozen grass sounded like it was breaking under Buddy’s feet. Shortly after, I heard a loud hiss. Buddy stopped moving. Another loud hiss. The noises sounded too small to be a cat. The hissing sounded too loud to be a mouse. Buddy started moving again. His sniffing got louder and louder as he danced along the retaining wall, coming my way. Do rats hiss? Do opossoms squeak? I’ve heard them hiss. Buddy started running back and forth along the wall. He was down at the other end of the yard when I heard movement inside the compost bin about 2 feet behind me. How many were there? My first thought was to get out of the tub and go inside. My second thought – if the creature sound was coming from on the deck, screaming and falling could be a reality of my near future. I decided to stay in the tub. Thoughts of it climbing up the side of the tub and into the water with me, filled my head. What happened to thoughts of gratitude? I attempted to tune out the sounds and get back to focusing on gratitude. I wanted to fall back asleep but tensed up every time I heard grass crunching sounds.
It apparently worked, because the next sound I heard was the heater and jets coming on to re-heat the water. I had been in the tub over an hour, peacefully sleeping, most of the time. What makes us focus on the “What ifs”, the “worst case scenario”? Flooding my head with thoughts of joy, happiness, gratitude and of the good things yet to come, eliminated the thoughts of a rat swimming in the hot tub with me, trying to eat my face off. Next time you find yourself worrying about something bad that “might” happen…STOP! Consciously change the channel. Think about the things that make you happy. Flip the situation over and look at the good side. You can’t have a top without a bottom, up without down, inside without outside or bad without good. There’s ALWAYS a good side. FEEL the good! Notice how better life gets!
Love, gratitude and blessings ~Susan
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My last time in the hyperbaric chamber, I had a dream within a few minutes of getting in. I was home alone. Two men came in the front door. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but one of them shot at the bottom end of the chamber. I don’t know if they knew anyone was in there or not. I didn’t think I was hit, but the chamber exploded, releasing the pressure and blowing out my eardrums. I slowly reached for my phone and dialed 911. I couldn’t hear, other than a loud, steady , painful sound. I knew what questions would be asked. I whispered, “please take all my information, I can’t hear you. I think I’ve been shot. There’s someone in my house. My address is …”
There was another shot. I woke up, breathing heavy and sweating profusely. I grabbed my phone. I had only been in the chamber for 7 minutes. I was fine, the chamber was fine. I wondered what the dream was about. What did it signify? Who were the 2 men? What had I done that justified them shooting me? It took several minutes to calm my breathing down. I got my breathing back in meditation mode. I fell asleep. The same dream started over at the beginning. It was identical to the first, including when I woke up. The questions were even stronger.
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Last week, once again, I was wondering why I still have cancer. I’ve had people comment that what I’m doing isn’t working. I’ve had people ask me why I want to have cancer. I’ve had people tell me all I need to do is get my body alkaline. I’ve had people tell me of the many products that magically eliminate cancer. Sometimes I get defensive. Sometimes I get pissed off. Sometimes I ask them questions and put them in the place I believe they belong. Sometimes I nod my head or slightly respond and ask myself the same questions later, somehow hoping to find an answer within myself. I always remind myself that the people asking and commenting have never been in my situation. They’ve never known anyone in my situation that’s still alive to talk about it. And, I remind myself that I’m ALIVE!!
My most recent questions…if it has indeed been my choice, what is the significance of getting cancer not only in my largest organ, but the one that easily regenerates itself? My bigger question…why is the current lump on the back of my head in a place I can’t see it? I call it a lump because without a biopsy, technically, that’s all it is. Well, it’s a super ball sized pink lump with a greenish yellow discharge that doesn’t appear infected – according to my doctor. I decided to ask it. I got in the hyperbaric chamber for my routine meditation. I asked the lump what it was here to teach me. Yes, of course it answered. The answer I received was “You can’t see me. You have to ask someone else to tell you.” I got mad. Who was I supposed to ask? What if that person doesn’t have the answer? How many people will it take to find the RIGHT answer?
It reminded me of a story I heard a long time ago. What if…you are in a box. The box has an open window, but there are bars on it so close together, you can’t stick your head or even hands outside. You want out of the box, but you can’t figure out how to get out. You’ve been told that the directions are written on the outside of the box. The only way out is to have someone else read the directions to you, then you – and only you, can take whatever action is required to get out. There’s another catch. Few understand the language the directions are written in. Over the course of the next few days, I asked people close to me what they thought the lump was here to teach me. We had some insightful conversations, but no directions to get me out of the box. I was frustrated, but knew the right person would eventually show up. I’ve been living like this for a long time, so giving up isn’t an option…yet.
My doctor cultured the ooze and did bloodwork. The culture hasn’t come back yet, but the bloodwork shows I’m ‘perfect’! I sent the results to my friend who is an herbalist. She ran them thru her computer. Same information put in, but very different results returned. It showed several things were WAY off. According to the chart she uses, my values that all fell into the “standard range” in the medical world, showed Alkaline Phosphatase too low, my A/G ratio and bilirubin too high (all associated with liver), a stressed thymus, out of balance gall bladder, spleen issues and an infection. Wow!
I got out the big blue book I got a few years ago. We have several books on the emotional issues that cause specific physical problems. The blue book gave me information I had never looked up. Because the medical lab results showed everything was okay, I had no reason to look up thymus, spleen or gall bladder. When I broke my back in 2007, the CT scan showed my liver was “normal” so I never looked that up either.
I’ve started doing meditations to release all the old emotional shit that potentially put me in the box. I’m hoping my herbalist friend is the person who has successfully read the outside of my box. I’ve defined the problem and started taking action to move on. Maybe it’s just another layer of onion skin to peel off, but maybe it’s THE answer I’ve been looking for!
Love, gratitude and blessings,