Curing Cancer from the Inside
You cannot cure cancer by taking a bath. You cannot cure cancer by taking a bath. You cannot cure cancer by concealing it under your clothes. You cannot cure cancer by wishing it to go away. I could not cure cancer by arguing with doctors or friends. I could not cure cancer by acting out with anger. I could not cure it by sliding down a hill, jumping up and down or twirling. I take the latter back because I was twirling the other day and that seemed to help: A lot! But we cannot cure this illness by ignoring it. If anything we have to do something proactive or we can do the very last thing which is to let go and transition, but that would not be my advice. My hope for myself and others with cancer is that we become active in our own healing. Working perhaps with doctors, healers and things like Yoga and Exercise. It is a fact that the cure for cancer is likely available to the rich and famous but not us? I cannot say that nor will I speculate. For now let's focus on healing from the inside and allowing ourselves the luxury of a bath with bay leaves and an appointment with our doctor. Combining eastern and western medicine.
In my drastic cry and my own insecurities and unknowing I ran to California to heal myself. Some doctor diagnosed me with rectal or colon cancer and I ran to heal thyself. I am so happy and proud of that moment when I went to do missionary work and to see just how much I was connected to God. I was fearless and loved. I was truly blessed and invincible because I was still cute and the cancer was not showing on the outside. Until my testicles began to swell and I noted some bleeding from the anal area. I was suddenly a woman and I was on my period so I promptly went to the pharmacy and purchased sanitary napkins. I was now feeling like I was officially a man with a period. Like the one that was pregnant and allegedly was a man but he could be what he wanted to be. He could be a man or a woman and he was pregnant and even Oprah was OK with that, so was I. After all who am I to judge. Gay, Dark Latino, creative, married, children, father, son and embracing my own feminine energy. It's all good, or is that Life is Good? I who at one time modeled a little, dabbled a little, was married with to a beautiful woman and then a man. Who am I? I have been judged plenty. And do there I was in California picking corn, among the chickens and living in a small bedroom mostly. The townhouse title was truly much like saying that I lived in a condo on Michigan ave in Chicago and then it turned out that I really lived above a liquor store and I was a hooker, although there is not any difference really but the truth is the truth. Except that we are not telling the truth. Anyway I had the loving experience and as I did the cancer outside was growing and I was curing myself of other illnesses. How ironic because I did not know it. Needless to say I ended up in the hospital and I have the bill to prove it and am now combining faith, exercise and rock star doctors at North Shore. I am curing myself of cancer still but this time I am combining faith, love and western and Eastern ways.
I have to instill this caveat and that is that my faith is better than it's ever been except that now it includes faith in doctors and faith in goddess and faith in myself. My dependence level tapered when my husband asked me to "suck it in" and "not make it about me" and to "stop fucking being a victim". Well in essence that is what he meant. I cannot tell you all how great that was because peaking out of his rather cruel behavior I could find the strength to say "fuck off". I checked out emotionally and then when he checked in I was there for him too. Now it's as the kids say "all good".
Cancer cannot be cured by taking a bath but if you bathe in the ocean and you pray that may very well work. Cancer cannot be cured by hiding under your clothing but if you change your garments to looser and free linen and cotton that might help. Cancer cannot be lifted with alcohol rubs or manicures but an occasional pedicure and maybe some acupuncture cannot hurt. Caner cannot be rubbed off if you scrub your testicles with a loofa sponge but you can use that wonderful sponge to wash your feet so don't dismiss it. Cancer cannot be wished away but it does not hurt to have dreams and wishes, because there is nothing wrong with having wishes.
Coach Elliott
http://coachelliott@blogspot.com
Check out: Alice Smith, Woodstock, For Lovers, Dreamers and Me
In my drastic cry and my own insecurities and unknowing I ran to California to heal myself. Some doctor diagnosed me with rectal or colon cancer and I ran to heal thyself. I am so happy and proud of that moment when I went to do missionary work and to see just how much I was connected to God. I was fearless and loved. I was truly blessed and invincible because I was still cute and the cancer was not showing on the outside. Until my testicles began to swell and I noted some bleeding from the anal area. I was suddenly a woman and I was on my period so I promptly went to the pharmacy and purchased sanitary napkins. I was now feeling like I was officially a man with a period. Like the one that was pregnant and allegedly was a man but he could be what he wanted to be. He could be a man or a woman and he was pregnant and even Oprah was OK with that, so was I. After all who am I to judge. Gay, Dark Latino, creative, married, children, father, son and embracing my own feminine energy. It's all good, or is that Life is Good? I who at one time modeled a little, dabbled a little, was married with to a beautiful woman and then a man. Who am I? I have been judged plenty. And do there I was in California picking corn, among the chickens and living in a small bedroom mostly. The townhouse title was truly much like saying that I lived in a condo on Michigan ave in Chicago and then it turned out that I really lived above a liquor store and I was a hooker, although there is not any difference really but the truth is the truth. Except that we are not telling the truth. Anyway I had the loving experience and as I did the cancer outside was growing and I was curing myself of other illnesses. How ironic because I did not know it. Needless to say I ended up in the hospital and I have the bill to prove it and am now combining faith, exercise and rock star doctors at North Shore. I am curing myself of cancer still but this time I am combining faith, love and western and Eastern ways.
I have to instill this caveat and that is that my faith is better than it's ever been except that now it includes faith in doctors and faith in goddess and faith in myself. My dependence level tapered when my husband asked me to "suck it in" and "not make it about me" and to "stop fucking being a victim". Well in essence that is what he meant. I cannot tell you all how great that was because peaking out of his rather cruel behavior I could find the strength to say "fuck off". I checked out emotionally and then when he checked in I was there for him too. Now it's as the kids say "all good".
Cancer cannot be cured by taking a bath but if you bathe in the ocean and you pray that may very well work. Cancer cannot be cured by hiding under your clothing but if you change your garments to looser and free linen and cotton that might help. Cancer cannot be lifted with alcohol rubs or manicures but an occasional pedicure and maybe some acupuncture cannot hurt. Caner cannot be rubbed off if you scrub your testicles with a loofa sponge but you can use that wonderful sponge to wash your feet so don't dismiss it. Cancer cannot be wished away but it does not hurt to have dreams and wishes, because there is nothing wrong with having wishes.
Coach Elliott
http://coachelliott@blogspot.com
Check out: Alice Smith, Woodstock, For Lovers, Dreamers and Me
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