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February 7, 2011 at 8:53 am (Admin, Agriculture, Arts, Body, Business, Calamity, Calendar, Christian, Education, Famous, Farming, Filipino, How, Import-Export, Investment, Love, Manual, medicine, Nature, News, People, Personality, Philippines, Relationship, Religion, Residence, Season, UK, United Nation, USA, Visual, World)
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Never in my wildest dream that one from my immediate family member will be in a cancer situation. I am not prepared. I believe none is, how rich he/she may be or whatever the status in society he/she belongs.
Although this may not be believable to some, I was amazed when my wife’s Doctor explain that most cases, breast ailment on the left has its connections with resentments with siblings or parents. Breast ailment on the right are connected to resentment or emotional problems with spouse. I brought this out because I learned that money and medications prescribe by doctors is not enough no matter how rich you are. It was explained to us that healing is a process and the process demands that you also correct the wrong not just in your diet but also in your emotional and spiritual aspect of your life. I also shared this because I have been in constant support with my wife’s medication and needs for a year now but it seems the suggestions of friends and doctors is not that effective until we were referred by our Pastor’s wife to a Non-traditional Doctor specialized in alternative medicines. We found out that she is very effective in patients as cancer and other related hard to cure ailment. Her style is non-traditional because she rather strengthen’s the ailing person’s natural ability to heal herself rather than usual chem o therapy, biopsy and the like. Her suggestion is we change diet from pure clean vegetables and fruits and natural juices while regular cleansing and detoxification (coffee enema with in take of natural medicines and supplements and dextrose type of natural fluid with natural anti-cancer content and mega doze of vitamins). We were also suggested to invest on buying a Juicer machine and thermometer. My wife is not ask to be confined but was only required to visit twice a week treatment with natural therapy. What amazes me is the place is so relaxing. I can compared it to a spa rather than a traditional clinic or hospital, although the attending physicians are genuine Doctors and Nurses. The approach is just different – personalized care with logs and advises. Another difference I noticed is that the Doctor and Nurses themselves practice what they preach (e.g. coffee enema or what we call in the Philippines as “labatiba).
In just a matter of days/weeks, I began to noticed some developments in my wife’s health. I can confidently say that one big factor is the change diet … pure vegetable at the moment… no more meat, no processed food, no canned goods food, no restaurant/fast foods diet, no dairy products, no fish pond fish or cultured sea foods, no chemical base foods or those with high content of preservatives and chemical fertilizer, no condiments, and other related…. only pure fresh vegetable and fruits and natural juices. Hard at first but we are beginning to cope up and starting to like them as it feels good in our body.
Hard to eat pure vegetable at first especially when you grew-up eating in fast foods and or likes the taste of processed foods as canned goods, noodles and commonly bought or seen in commercial establishments as Malls and Restaurants.
This type of banana is called cardaba or “saging na saba” as called in the Philippines. Nutritionist believe that just one piece of this kind of banana is equivalent to 3 pcs. of the common types of bananas one can find. But Doctor’s advise is it should be eaten as raw or the way you eat other kind of bananas. One reason is the enzyme is affected if cooked.
We were told that a cancer patient or someone with ailment has more chance of healing if he regularly drink natural juice from fruits or vegetable because a body needs Vitamin C to naturally battled and heal diseases and bacteria.
Something to put taste or spice to vegetable diet the safer way
We were ask to regularly record our actions, seen development and other matters related to treatment and medication.
Our Doctor suggested this type of Juicer but I won’t mention the brand as there are other types and brand out there in the market. It’s up to you.
The medicines from 3 month treatment. I suggest you do not follow what I shown you unless you consult first a specialist Alternative (wellness) Medical Doctor. I only share our own personal experience other’s hope.
I now realize that someone’s experience is somehow the benefit of others who are willing to learn from it.
January 21, 2010 at 5:47 am (News)
Tags: Affair, Best kind of Love, Care, Christian, Family, Home, Husband, Knot, Love, Marriage, Mission, Pastor, Relationship, Sacrifice, Sick, Valentine, Wife, Woman
Surprisingly, many men these days are no longer that afraid to marry a woman more educated or has higher income than himself.
“Men now are increasingly likely to marry wives with more education and income than they have, and the reverse is true for women,” said Paul Fucito, spokesman for the Pew Center. “In recent decades, with the rise of well-paid working wives, the economic gains of marriage have been a greater benefit for men.”
The analysis examines Americans 30 to 44 years old, the first generation in which more women than men have college degrees. Women’s earnings have been increasing faster than men’s since the 1970s.
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January 11, 2010 at 7:54 pm (Admin, Arts, Audio, Body, Christian, Education, Love, Occasion, People, Personality, Relationship, USA, World)
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Best Kind of Love, The
by: Annette Paxman Bowen (excerpt article)
I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.
“I’m young again!” she shouts exuberantly.
As my friend raves on about her new love, I’ve taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.
When my friend asked me “What will make this love last?” I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there’s more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.
And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a “pot of gold ” (my cooking kettle) and the “treasure” of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.
There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids – and even him-to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.
There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens – we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I’d read it.
There is forgiveness. When I’m embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, “It’s okay. It’s only money.”
There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who’d had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.
There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father-in-law’s personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, This is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house. The bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. That night, I told my husband about these events. We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us going.
Finally, there is knowing. I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head; I’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and I will also eat the last chocolate.
I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. No, the sky is not bluer: it’s just a familiar hue. We don’t feel particularly young: we’ve experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.
I hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had Scott’s wedding band engraved with Robert Browning’s line “Grow old along with me!” We’re following those instructions.
“If anything is real, the heart will make it plain.”