from a size 6.7889cm to a 2.7889cm roughly

The anniversary, today. It was two years, 11 hours and roughly five minutes since . . . 

the pain was unbearable, the amount of blood was scary enough for me, the chills were colder than north pole thoughts but the floor wasn' t cool enough when that wave of heat and nausea came over me . . . the ovarian cyst took a turn for the worse and she disregarded my initial eviction warning done by Reiki and touch therapy--all of which made her, the cyst, really angry.

She adopted her own identity within the recesses of my ovary and atop of the fallopian tube, her residence would eventually be more than just 'annoying'. For almost six solid months I literally ignored the twangs, cramping, left leg aching almost constantly and just eating whatever I thought was healthy--but not really good for my system. I was keeping the cyst very happy with what I consumed. White sugar, donuts, bad coffee, Propel water, protein bars, cheap hotdogs, greasy burgers, frozen processed pizzas, cheddar fries processed and frozen, nachos and cheese sauce--as you can see I managed a snack and grill bar place at a private college ice arena for those six months. I will never need the money that bad, again ! anyway . . .

The whole time, I am encouraging this mass to get larger instead of starving her and proving a sense of malnutrition to certain body parts can be achieved. Mind over matter, well not exactly, she burst forcing me to be ambulanced to local emergency room, pumped with some disgusting feeling liquid that burned when it reached my veins to flush the already acid ripping through my middle. Oh yeah, I was a real happy camper.

Anyway to make a long story short as possible, I argued with the doctor attending to me. I vehemently disagreed on his findings on what to do next: cut me open, take it out and save my life ! Heck it is only a cyst for goodness sake not a football size cancerous tumor ! Which by the way, I insisted on a CA-124 (I think thats the hormone panel that detects for ovarian cancer cells) before anyone was even going to lance in there and drain more. NOPE !

The staff said 'surgical intervention', the patient, landlord and unwanted tenant yelled, no way as I stood as far up in those stirrups as one could without keeling over, chair and all. Nope, there would be no surgical anything for me or the cyst. I geuss that made her less of a threat once my insides bathed of her toxic eruption were neutralized and diluted so I could return home without an IV in my arm. She won, that time, but this is two years, almost twelves hours later since she tried to really f&*k with me. Being a woman has its ups and downs, this a down but not downer . . .

Two more subtle eviction notices since, one involving the radical change in my diet. I now eat according to my bloodtype that which my body needs before the cyst can just gobble up, so she has been dying and decreasing slowly ever since. Without an ultrasound giving me exact measurements, my reiki training delivered by my gracious step-mother helped me get inside and mend the problem.

Going inside and visualizing what is causing you discomfort is really exciting. Using my art therapy instruction from a few years before, I sketched what I felt my cyst looked like down and in-there. An octopus of sorts, with the tentacles having tiny ridges with little suction-like pieces ready to attach onto something close-by. I would look at my sketch, meditate to instrumental music, light aromatherapeutic candles or incense and project my energy within.

The chronic pain was also 'mindfully measured' by a straight line continuum with numbers from one to ten on each side with a huge ZERO (0) in the middle to indicate peaceful co-existence with a fact of womens health and nature: cysts are common. I would concentrate on the lowest level I figured I could get this 'identity' to conform too, but I am not a conformist so I could not have expected my unwanted visitor to be one either. So I meditated it into believing what I now believed could happen, shrinkage at all cost !

While subtlety trying to disengage the hold and the pain she caused to and on my ovary, I trample through the physical pain and pressure going past what hurts and reach into what is going to begin to heal me. I reach her core and make it now my core to destroy, rendering her out of control and least resistant to my holistic intervention. She has been evicted and most of her will be gone by the years end as now, like I said without any ultrasound machine giving me accurate measurements, I sense I have made her go from a size 6.7889cm to 2.7889 and still shrinking.

I continue taking a wildyam, dong quai, lemon balm and black cohosh combo pil broken in half for 20 of the 31 day cycle (a menses lasting 4-6 days) which for me now ladies at 41 going on 42 has sometimes been doubled-up on in one month. Usual or strange ? That and being very tired is the only downplay on being woman, well at least under the terms of procreation and the tools we use or abuse to make it happen' . . .

Thank you for listening and any comments would be much appreciated as I learn while teaching,

'till next time  sharing the light and happy June,
Miss Erica Hidvegi, the Enlightenment_Advisor, B.A. Psych/M.A.
Transpersonal Studies- Cnslng/Author, Artist, Photographer,
Entrepreneur & Freelance extraordinaire

http://www.enlightenment-psych.net/womenshealth.htm

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