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Enhanced Coffee Enema

Several people asked me this week about how I’m doing my enemas now, so instead of texting them all, posting it here made more sense. Without all the details as to why, the ingredients are what they were looking for.

**** Mineral Enema ****
My doctor in Mexico started me on sodium bicarbonate ivs when I got there. I really wanted a different iv, so I asked if I could put baking soda in an enema and do the other iv instead. He agreed. Drinking baking soda will help to alkalize the body, but it also neutralizes stomach acid and inhibits digestion.  Using it rectally also alkalizes the body, but doesn’t interfere with digestion.

1 t Concentrace liquid trace mineral supplement, 2 t sea salt, 1T baking soda,  in 16 oz purified water.

I am usually able to hold it for 30 minutes. Apparently, my body knows it needs it.

I also use this enema when I return from an intense hike or workout, but add 2oz – 4oz ASEA to it.  My recovery time has drastically reduced since I started doing it.

**** Enhanced Coffee Enema **** Organic Enema Coffee

I usually do 2 every day, but sometimes just the mineral enema, followed by one enhanced coffee enema. Recipe will be for one.

3T organic coffee – boiled for 5 minutes, then simmered for 15 minutes in 32 oz water.  Some of the water will boil off, but that’s okay.  We need the space in the jar for the other ingredients. While the coffee is cooling, I add the other ingredients to a quart size mason jar.

1T Hemp seed oil, 1T Flax seed oil, 1T mct oil, 1T sunflower lecithin, 1/2 t powdered vitamin c, 1 capsule “super enzymes”, 1 capsule B100 complex, 1/2 of a 40,000 heat unit cayenne capsule, 1/2 t Concentrace liquid trace mineral supplement.  I strain the coffee through a metal coffee filter and pour into the jar with the rest of the ingredients.  I shake it around as I’m pouring the entire mixture into the Blendtec or Vitamix to get all of the oil and powders off the side of the jar. Blend on medium or higher for about 15 seconds to emulsify the oils with the sunflower lecithin.
My body is deficient in iodine, so I also add 2 drops Atomidine.  Don’t do this if your iodine levels are good.  It can increase your heart rate.  That’s no fun unless you’re wrestling naked with your best friend!

**** Wheat Grass Enema ****

This is mainly for detox, but is loaded with chlorophyll and contains over 90 minerals, including high concentrations of potassium, calcium, magnesium and sodium.  It is densely packed with nutrients and contains 19 amino acids.  Wheat grass juice helps the body to build red blood cells, which carry oxygen to every cell.

I use 2-4 ounces of freshly pressed wheat grass juice in water to 16 ounces.  I’ve been told to do it straight, but it seems like half of it stays in the enema tube, so I add water.

Today’s focus was getting nutrition in the body as much as detoxing.

Let me know if you have questions!

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan

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http://www.youtube.com/user/SStory67

ImageI got a call a few days ago, just 5 hours after my new site www.susan-story.com went live.  I was asleep with my ringer turned off, but still, it was my first call.  We played phone tag for a couple days, but connected yesterday.  I didn’t ask her if I could write about her, so I’ll call her Ruby.  She had been searching YouTube for information on coffee enemas.  Y’all know, I’m the clean colon queen, but Ruby just discovered it.  She was very thankful for the information in my videos, not having found it anywhere in the past.  Most of the videos I’ve seen, are done by people who have obviously never done it themselves.  The most common directions would have even the most flexible yoga guru struggling to figure it out.  I don’t believe in doing things by directions that don’t make sense, so I figure out a better way and share it so others can benefit too.

Ruby was diagnosed with advanced cancer 2 years ago when she was 78 years old.  I don’t know how old he is, but her husband sounded older than she did on the phone.  Her doctors told her about the possible and probable side effects of the chemotherapy they thought she would benefit the most from.  She believed that if she experienced the side effects, her husband wouldn’t be capable of taking care of her.  She wasn’t ready to check out, but more so, wasn’t interested in the quality of life she’d have from the chemo.  She told me about her diet.  She told me about the home treatments and supplements she’s taking.  She told me about how “they” inject you with radioactive sugar when they do a PET scan to see the increased activity of the cancer cells to determine where and to what extent the cancer is.  I was so excited to hear someone who had not only done their homework, but was taking action to get well!  She didn’t tell me how long they gave her, but since I don’t believe in that crap, I didn’t ask either.  She had questions about the coffee enemas, about the other treatments I do and about her choice for her diet.

Cancer is cancer.  My belief is to detox the body and fill it with nutrients.  My diet is working for me, but that doesn’t mean it will work for everyone.

At 80 years old, Ruby is proactive with her own health.  Her attitude is amazing!  She searched alternative treatments.  She found my YouTube channel and watched several of my videos.  She didn’t mention “How to Avoid Butt Sex”, so she probably missed that one!  She clicked on “About”, found my website, went to “Contact” and called me.  I’m SO proud of her and SO thankful to be her cheerleader!

I made a decision to coach “healthy” people and set up the website.  I know my mortgage and utility companies don’t care, but I will always have room in my heart for cancer patients who can’t afford me.  Keep fighting Ruby!  I love you – beautiful woman!

 

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan



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



Not Normal
June 7, 2011, 2:43 am
Filed under: coaching, health, internal cleansing, Laughing

Ever wonder where certain ideas we have come from? I remember a teacher in 5th grade asking “why can’t you be like everyone else?” She told another class she was going to have me taken out of the gifted program if I didn’t perform in her class the way she thought I should. She was the first teacher I remember despising. Why was it the business of another class what I was or wasn’t doing?

Fast forward a few years…one of my best friends told me she and her dad had been talking about me. He was explaining to her that just because I laugh a lot and act happy, doesn’t mean I’m really happy. Nobody is really like that. He told her I must be acting happy all the time to cover up that I was really hurting and sad. I wasn’t sad until she told me that. That may have been the beginning of trying to figure out who I really was. Questioning myself.

Next thing I’m remembering, was when I was a junior in high school. I had been active in the youth group since 8th grade. We met at someone’s house every Sunday night after church. Our leader, I’m not remembering his name, was singing a song. He had his hands in the air over his head, had a physically hurt look on his face and had tears streaming from his eyes. The more he sang, the more dramatic he got. Every time he belted out “Jesus” his face writhed with pain. He was probably about 2 minutes into the song when I snorted and busted out laughing. I’m doing it again now!!! I remembered! His name was Steve. All I could think about was if Jesus made him hurt so bad and look this miserable, why would I want to be a part of it? I’ve since realized, it was his interpretation I didn’t want to be a part of. He let me laugh for another 15 seconds until he stopped singing, yelled at me and told me to go outside. I did. I wondered how much trouble I was going to get into when my parents found out what I had done. He looked so stupid to me. I was not going to follow his lead and do what he was doing. I waited outside for what seemed like forever. He came outside to talk to me. He said “You don’t see anyone else acting like that” I was thinking…they wanted to, they just were too concerned with what everyone else would think…I actually felt bad. Why wasn’t I like everyone else? I didn’t fit in at school, now I had goofed up and wasn’t going to fit in at church either. I was bummed out. I kept going, but did a better job of filtering myself. I got better at making sarcastic remarks with a straight face, so people thought I was an “airhead” instead of being disrespectful and laughing. I regularly asked myself why I was so different. I saw it as being a bad thing. I thought it was bad to not fit in. I thought it was bad to not be a leader or a follower and just be me. It seemed to be a repeating pattern in my life.

Jump ahead again…several times, my first husband said similar things… “you’re not normal”, “why can’t you just do things like everyone else does”, “you don’t fit in no matter where you go”…What a blessing! It wasn’t until then, that my rebelliousness kicked in. I finally decided…I don’t care! Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to not fit in. It was only because I saw it as “bad”, that I was hurt when someone said something about it. I realized no matter what it is, if I think it’s bad…and someone associates me with it, then I’m likely to get offended by it. If I see it as being good…then I don’t care that someone calls me…rebellious or selfish. I see it as a good thing that I don’t accept authority to the point of not thinking for myself. When I’m not feeling good and someone asks me how I’m doing, my usual response is “I’m always good!…and sometimes I’m a liar” Is being a liar a bad thing? Most people think it is. I prefer to say I’m good, than to talk about what’s hurting.

Tonight, I had a friend say “you’re one strange character” It was the best thing anyone said to me all day! I don’t want to be like everyone else. I probably won’t ever fit into a box. I no longer want to.

It is my belief, that people only get offended by the things they think about themselves that they see as being bad. If it’s a good thing, they feel good about it and if they don’t think it applies at all, it doesn’t matter. We have the ability to change the way we see things or change our behavior to be what makes us feel better about ourselves. The only opinion that matters about me is my own. I’m always…no, most of the time…open to criticism about myself. In fact, someone told me to make lifestyle changes to improve my health a couple days ago. My first thought was “what?” “me?” Within 10 seconds, I shifted to “hmmm, what can I change to make my life better”. It’s way past my bedtime…I’ll read this tomorrow and see if it makes sense.

Love, gratitude and blessings!

Susan



Help Our Amazing WonderWoman…Susan~Fight for Life!
Written by Amanda Hirschbeck – All About Hope
In March of 2000, Susan was diagnosed with melanoma. In 2002 she had more surgeries, then in 2004 she was diagnosed with stage 4, metastatic melanoma, which had spread to her liver and lymphatic system. As we know, most patients are dead within a year of traditional treatment of metastatic melanoma.
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.

Contributions sent to:
All About HOPE
3237 110th Ave SE
Bellevue, WA 98004
http://www.AllAboutHOPE.net
Memo To: Susan Wonder Woman Bucket List Wish



Coffee Enema Anyone?

I’ve been asked a few times lately about my “coffee”.  So, here it is…

1quart purified or distilled water       3-4 T organic coffee (I buy whole beans and fine grind 2-3 cups at a time)

Bring to boil for 5 minutes, then simmer for 15 minutes.  Cool to – I don’t know, just let it cool off some.  I then ozonate it for 15 minutes – 30 if it’s still too hot.  I don’t know of anyone else who does that, made it up myself.  Last thing I want to do is burn myself, so I always make sure it’s under 98 degrees.  If I haven’t pooped in  the last 8 hours, I always do a chlorophyll enema first.  If you’ve ever watched me cook, you know I don’t measure anything.  I just fill the enema bag with ozonated water, then pour some liquid chlorophyll in it.  Let gravity work and pour it in.  Hold it 10-15 minutes, then spit it out.  I’ve never had a problem holding it, but probably best to set up camp on the bathroom floor really close to the toilet.  I spilled chlorophyll on a few things – it doesnt wash out.  Good news though, if you shart your pants with chlorophyll still in you, the green is so bright, you can get away with saying you must have sat on something.  No one will ever know.  Plus – are they gonna believe you if you told them you filled your butt with chlorophyll anyway?  Okay, back to the coffee.  Fill the enema bag with the ozonated body temperature or cooler coffee.  Hold it for 15 minutes or more.  I’ve fallen asleep on the bathroom floor, only to wake up an hour later with no need to let anything out of the back door, but a really full bladder.   Amazing how our bodies work!  Probably the best colon/liver/gall bladder cleanse available.  And nobody has to know about it.  Well, not a secret in my world.  There’s lots of information out there as to “why”.  I’ll have more in my book.

Love, gratitude and blessings

Susan



What kind of an expert do I need?
January 11, 2008, 9:29 am
Filed under: alternative treatments, colon cleansing, internal cleansing

I wrote this last week, and wasn’t sure if I wanted it published, but why not?  If you can’t handle gross, skip it. If it embarrasses any of my friends or family…please forgive me…thank you! 

My arm exploded w/6 more spots last week. Seems to be just part of my life.  Maybe this is the last of it!  A doctor told me that there’s no way it’s melanoma, because I would have died 3 years ago if it were.  Funny how back then, the doctors told me I was going to die because I had refused to have it surgically removed.  One of my favorite words…Whatever!  Good news – gross news…I’ve been doing coffee enemas for a year now. My mom even gave them to me every day when I got out of the hospital 1- since the narcotics were preventing me from pooping, and 2-to continue the detox process. This morning, I decided to put 35% food grade hydrogen peroxide in the enema bag with the ozonated water, to see what it would do. Not something I would recommend, but I am the do-it-my-self melanoma science project. I didn’t measure, but put my fingers in the solution to make sure it wasn’t going to burn. Normally, I can hold the coffee 15 minutes or longer, but I could only hold the H2O2 for 3 minutes. It was a powerful dump! Over in 3 seconds! No big deal, until….I looked. There it was, floating, resembling a foot long licorice rope, kinda like a black garden snake. No mistaking it for poop! It was a creature I had never seen before. Oh, yeah – I was screaming and flapping my arms like a little girl.  I’m so thankful it didn’t move or I might have run outside without pants on, trying to get away from it!   Not something to call 911 for – huh? I decided to flush before it did move, so no, I don’t know if it was dead or alive. My naturopath told me to take a picture and another friend asked me if I saved it – he wanted to dissect it. What, on the cutting board in the kitchen with a steak knife? Not!! Maybe I could have put it in a ziploc bag in the freezer next to the tumors and the pet fish I’ve saved. Oh, wait, maybe I should throw them away too. I’m sure the last doctor I saw who told me the liver flukes weren’t liver flukes because they weren’t “diagnosed” by an expert, would tell me it wasn’t a worm unless I had it dissected by a lab. I’ve spent years attempting to prove myself in several areas.  I no longer care to stress myself over what others think.  Plus, if I made it up, pretty good imagination, don’t you think?  So what kind of expert would be able to identify a foot long worm? Since the other medical doctors over the last 2 years have told me the lesions aren’t bacterial, viral or fungal, but none of them know what it is, I don’t think they would be the ones to identify it!  Maybe an exterminator?  I’m ecstatic that it’s no longer in me. What’s scary is that I didn’t know it was there to begin with. Where was it living? How did it stay in my body with all the cleansing I’ve been doing over the last 3 years? Obviously it was “his” time to go – not mine!! So, you think it’s gross? How many are living in you?!