Susan WonderStone's Blog


You say you love me, but hit me
August 30, 2011, 1:59 pm
Filed under: cancer, coaching, internal cleansing, nutrition

How can someone say they love someone and hit them?  Last night I got a friend request and one of the things we both “like” is the book “The Art of Racing in The Rain”.  Last year, a coworker said she thought I’d like it…she said the dog tells the story about his owner, who is a race car driver. From my perspective, the dog tells the story about a race car driver, but it’s really about a woman who dies of cancer and a man who gets screwed in the court system by a family member who has more money than he does. 

 

Anyway, there are times when she flips out.  Then she  cries, not understanding why she did it. I did that way more than anyone should – back when the cancer was taking over, but I didn’t know it yet.  My anger was usually directed at my dog, then I would cry and lay on the floor with her as she would lick the tears and snot off my face.  She was so forgiving.

 

I didn’t know that anger issues could be related to the liver. The terminal diagnosis made the anger worse, but at that point, I understood. I took out a few bushes and trees in my yard with an ax. I went to the gym for intense workouts when I felt the anger and frustration brewing. Aside from that, I began detoxing my body. Angry, screaming Susan wasn’t who I wanted to be.

 

Everything we put in or on our bodies has to be processed by our livers. If the filter is dirty, it can’t do its job. Unlike changing the air filter in the car or furnace, we have to clean ours without taking it out.

 

How do you clean a filter without taking it out? I would love for it to be magic and simply change a thought and have it cleaned, but it didn’t work like that for me. It has been a long, but simple process. I have found Gerson Coffee enemas to be the most effective at flushing stuff out of the liver. Stuff, it’s a technical term… The Gerson clinic recommends their patients do 3 a day for 5 years. See, told you it’s a long process. Most people die when cancer is residing in their liver. I wasn’t interested in that yet. I’ve never done 3/day, but I am in my 5th year of at least 1, 5 days a week. My demeanor is very different than it was 5 years ago.

 

Aside from flushing the stuff out, everything we breathe, eat, drink, inject (flu shots, vaccines…any drugs), put on our skin (our skin absorbs more stuff, that’s why nicotine and birth control patches work) has to be processed by the liver.

 

At home, I have air filters, shower filters – in a 10 minute shower, your skin absorbs chlorine equivalent to drinking 6-8 glasses of chlorinated water, and your lungs absorb up to 100 times that in the form of chlorine gas if the shower is as hot as I like it. $40/year for a shower filter is worth it to me.

 

If I can’t eat something, I don’t put it on my skin. I use organic coconut oil for moisturizing my skin. It feels great and it tastes great too, but that’s a different subject.

 

I eat mostly raw organic foods but some cooked foods.

 

There are always going to be things I can’t control. I don’t worry about those things. I do however, concern myself with the things I can control. Everything I eat or drink is a simple decision. It’s always my choice…except when I was passed out from low blood sugar and had sugar injected into me. But aside from that, most of our choices are ours to make.

 

How powerful to know that each decision, or lack of, is mine to choose. I get to decide every waking moment if I want to make my life better…or not.

The quality of what we put out is determined by the quality of what we put in.


Love, gratitude and blessings,

Susan



Wonder Woman at Seafair 2011
August 10, 2011, 1:02 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

Seafair Sunday 2011.

Fellow crime fighters in Seattle

I was unsuccessful at getting the day off, so I convinced myself I didn’t want to go anyway. Just for the heck of it, I asked my supervisor if I could have my last 4 hours off. A few minutes later, she sent me a message saying my 4 hours off was approved. Now, I could still make it to Seafair before everyone left. Cameron said he didn’t want to go until I texted him and told him I was wearing my WonderWoman outfit. He has observed people watching me since I started wearing it, back when he was in kindergarten. He loves seeing the smiles, laughter and hugging. A few years ago he even asked me to help him make a “FREE HUGS” sign. He took it to the Lighthouse Festival both of the last 2 years and hugged hundreds of people. He understands how good it feels to contribute to joy and happiness. Even the people who think it’s weird tell other people what they saw. I create communication. It makes people question…? Lots of things happened at Seafair. Mostly good, but some had me questioning things myself. Usually I don’t care when people criticize me. For whatever reason, it bothered me when one person put me down. It wasn’t until I looked back and realized she was condescending to everyone around, that I was more sad for her than I was upset.

 

Most people have fun when my WonderWoman self shows up to their party. Few know what I’m dealing with. I don’t know why I tell the people I do, but sometimes feel like whoever I’m talking to needs to know I’ve had terminal cancer for 7 ½ years. People need to know a terminal diagnosis only means the doctor’s knowledge has been terminated. Nobody has the right to tell me when my expiration date is. I don’t go by statistics. My belief system is bigger than that!

Love, gratitude and blessings

Susan



Now I get it!
August 7, 2011, 11:26 pm
Filed under: cancer

Last week when a few cancer things showed up, I couldn’t figure out why.  I’m always wanting to know “why” so I can eliminate whatever the cause is.  I couldn’t figure out what it could be.  I didn’t remember anything stressful happening.  Just now, when I opened my blog to post about Seafair, my last post showed up.  Not stressful?  The only other person I knew who was alive 5 years after recurrent metastatic melanoma diagnosis had died.  I think that was enough to stress me out a little.

Love, gratitude and blessings

Susan