My Biggest Post Lyme Disease And Embryonic Stem Cell Therapy Milestone Yet

I am sitting on the living room floor where I’ve dumped out two boxes I’ve been saving. They have been two of the most important boxes in my life for much too long. They are the “just in case” boxes. They have been lovingly sheltered in the environment of whatever place I’ve been living in at any given time. I always know where they are. They are kept away from moisture and heat. I have made sure they do not get too cold. They are always on a low shelf, just in my reach. I have an almost maternal protectiveness over those boxes. Or at least, I did.

In them are syringes and suspension and tablet form of countless different medications I regularly used to take before my stem cell treatment, since the Lyme disease diagnosis I received in February of 2007.

In these boxes are enough…..

-needles to make a drug addict drool
-gallbladder pills to make even fish and chips invincible
-lidocaine to numb anything (four times over)
-injectible and intravenous antibiotics worth roughly who knows how much money, and months of a bruised butt from needles or a sore arm from IV
-standard antibiotics to cure a large family’s bacterial infections for oh….maybe years?
-‘big gun’ antibiotics to attack the world’s most random microbial invaders
-and the list goes on (but I will not)

And they are dumped on my floor tonight, September 6^th of 2009, because it is the last time I will ever see them.

It has been one year and nine months since my first human embryonic stem cell therapy session in Delhi, India – a time when I was going through the amount of medication in the two boxes regularly, only to be watching my health decline despite them.

Over the weekend, I had a type of testing done that I had wanted to have for quite some time. It is a bioenergetic analysis performed using a system of muscle testing which looks for various stressors in the body.  These may include the potential presence of various microbes (infections like Lyme or the co-infections as well as viruses, fungus, etc.), heavy metals, and other toxins.  The system also looks for organs that may be stressed.

Similar to standard muscle testing, the principle is simple, although the specific testing I had performed used an opposite response for good and bad. If the muscle was weak, it meant I was clear of the microbes, toxins, etc that were introduced around my body (usual via vials of the actual substance). And if it was strong, I was resistant to them, meaning I was having trouble with them. During my testing, another person’s arm was used to create better accuracy. He was gently touching my leg with one arm, and using the other for the practitioner to test on. However, I liked this explanation found on one website which explains what occurs in the body during this testing.

"Simply stated, the body has within it and surrounding it an electrical network or grid. If anything impacts your electrical system that does not maintain or enhance your health and your body’s balance, your muscles, when having physical pressure applied, are unable to hold their strength. (Muscle power is directly linked to the balance of the electrical system.) In other words, if pressure is applied to an individual’s extended arm while his body’s electrical system is being adversely affected, the muscles will weaken and the arm will not be able to resist the pressure. The circuits of the electrical system are overloaded or have short-circuited, causing a weakening of that system. However, if pressure is applied while his electrical system is being positively affected, the circuits remain strong, balanced and capable of fully functioning throughout the body. The muscles will remain strong, the person will easily resist and the arm will hold its position."

Source

During this testing, I had some of my biggest enemies introduced into my electrical system’s field – viruses, infections, and everything else galore (most of which used to be present in my body before my stem cell therapy).

I thought I might feel emotionally stressed by this whole process, but I lay on the table barefoot and as relaxed as ever, despite having no idea what the testing would reveal.

He tested for virutally everything and found……

Nothing.

Yes, I said “nothing.”

The practitioner could not get any of the vials of disease to cause a negative reaction, which according to this testing system, shows that your body is not stressed by them (aka, you don’t have them, or at least you don’t have them present in an active state which is all that matters).

He pulled out all his best tricks, using several vials at once to try to strengthen the energy of the bacteria, etc. in order to see if that would make a difference. But, still the same result. No stress.

My post report read:

Amy seemed to be testing very well. This appears to be a pattern emerging from those that have done the stem cell therapy. It is very exciting to see such good results.

In the past few weeks, I have felt a new sense of confidence and health emerge. I have no idea where it has come from. Perhaps it’s just part of the process of healing, or maybe it’s timing. Maybe it’s the numerous “tests” my doctor has put my body up to see if it is really as well as it seems. I’ve taken a couple of rounds of brand new antibiotics which if I still had any active bacteria, would cause a herx reaction indicating the disease still needed treatment. I’ve had zero reaction from any of these tests.

I have allowed myself to be a guinea pig of sorts to see how far I could be pushed and not relapse. I have exposed myself to medications that I was pretty sure my body didn’t need, just to ‘be safe.’ I have gone through times of worry for no reason. I had to get through the usual relapse triggers (like severe emotional stress or lots of travel and jetlag) to come out on the other side realizing how strong I was. The fact is, there was no other way to get to where I am – finally living without fear. And honestly, I don’t think it’s happened fully until very recently. It’s been a process……years of negative belief systems and imbedded fear that had to be undone. I am always the first to admit the tick bite is not the only reason so many suffer with chronic Lyme; the emotional component of why we hold onto disease is real (and I anticipate I’m going to get defensive e-mails about this but I’m saying it anyway). I lived in that place. I know.

I had one issue that was never resolved from my illness – a fungal infection (by the best guesses of many physicians, one that was coming from inside my body but affecting my nail) on my right thumbnail that caused a big hole in it. I’ve used every single prescription medication and tried remedies abound including bleach and tee tree oil but eventually gave up on them all as they made no difference. But last week, it suddenly decided to heal on its own. I can hardly stop looking at it lately, as it is almost impossible to tell it tortured me for all that time. I imagine my immune system just needed more time to continue to build, and it has finally reached a place where it can combat things on its own.

It is silly perhaps but the healing of that thumbnail is one of the most significant successes I’ve gotten to watch my body achieve. Because it was resistant to everything even though it was quite a small (in the scheme of things) problem, I always saw it as just another sign of my weak body. The healing of this last thing is a kind of closure difficult to put into words.

So, today, with my medication staring me in the face, I’m putting an end to this part of my recovery. The part where I let myself (or anyone else) wave doubt before me. I have passed the tests of numerous kinds. I have traveled far and wide with continued stamina and rock climbed with strength and eaten everything I used to be allergic to until my heart has been content. I have proven that although it takes time for the immune system, nervous system and body to recover from years of hell; it can. And, it will.

I turn 30 this month – an age I sometimes wondered if I’d ever see. Tonight I will put everything back in those boxes, label the inventory and tape them up. Right before my birthday, I will put them in the back of my car, drive to my doctor’s office and drop them off as a donation with my biggest blessing that they will help somebody else.

They were a good two boxes. They served me well and even comforted my fear in times of need. But I don’t need them anymore. My one bottle of multi-vitamins, the only thing I take anymore, travels well (and light!) and seems to like being the only pills in my life.

There comes a time when things just feel right.

Forget the BBQ’s and booze this Labor Day weekend. Sitting on the floor with this part of my old life for the last time feels like just where I’m supposed to be (although tomorrow is a new day and celebrating with a beer and a burger can't hurt, right?).

*To learn more about the type of testing I received, visit Dr. Klinghardt's site: http://www.klinghardtacademy.com/

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