Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Hope

Today, as I walked along "The Wall" or the boardwalk of Kitsilano Beach in Vancouver, I passed several people lounging out in the sun on park benches or jogging by with their dogs. It made me feel better about hanging out too as others were taking the luxury to take care of themselves and do their writing in this small paradise with its ocean and mountainous backdrop.

There was one person who, in particular, caught my attention, however. She was sitting on a bench with a pad of paper in her lap, writing while busily talking on the phone. "Hope is the key to life," she loudly told her friend on the other end, and repeated it a few times. It sounded like she was answering a homework question, actually. Maybe she was.

And I found it quite apt that I would walk by then and catch that snippet of conversation. Hope really is all I;ve hinged my life on the past few years, even in times I wished I'd have the courage to end it all, and I continue to hang onto the threads of hope. There is nothing else. And luckily I think I'm getting closer to the answer at the light at the end of the tunnel.

gas heating

Gas heating doesn't always bother me, but propane heating does. Big time! Right now i"m in an old natural gas heated home for two weeks before taking another place for two months, and there's something that gives me a headache in this Vancouver one, so what I do is open the window about 4" and turn up the heat a bit (which costs a bit more in heating but is worth it).

It works in BC where I am right now since it doesn't go below zero here so the pipes can't freeze and burst!

Then I also have a Heaven Fresh ionizer going.

Today I felt much better when I awoke and it was either because I had a glass of water with Cell Food in it before bed, or because i did a chlorophyll enema also and swallowed a blue green algae capsule. Or, maybe it was just the super-alkalizing of my body which helped.

Anyways, I'm going to try this tonight too and then I'm off to alpha waveland by meditating for at least half an hour to ward off my bad dreams where I seem to always be looking for housing!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The first day of your recovery

Today is day one of my recovery zine, a zine I have begun because I have a book to write to help others, but first it starts with a blog. I have a dis-ease I need to heal, I have a story to tell, and I have the millions of others around the world with this illness who don't know what is happening to them, to reach.

Ten years into this illness, I've learned much and I learn more every day. And lately, I've encountered several treatments which are getting me closer to my former fantastic state of health and I'm going to bring them to you daily, as well as offering updates often--a health diary of sorts--which help me realize which foods and treatments help me daily; it's a diary similar to one which you may wish to begin for yourself as well--a calendar of your symptoms: when you feel better, what caused this? When you don't, what caused that? Then, when you refer to it later, you can take the road best travelled.

Today is the first day of your road to recovery. You are not crazy, you are not alone. The environment is crazy, our diets are crazy, the mercury fillings in our mouths are crazy, and we have poisoned ourselves with all. This is the reality. Your illness is real, but you can change this.

Environmental Illness (aka. MCS or multiple chemical sensitivity) was recognized by the Canadian Government as legitimate; so legitimate, in fact, that all treatments for it, including vitamins, are not taxed.

The first tip for recovery is believing that your illness is real but paradoxically not dwelling on it. Instead, use your energy positively--in taking action by doing things which help you--yoga, clay baths, enemas, colonics, reiki, avoiding toxic people: whatever helps. Flip every negative thought into a positive one as the adrenaline caused by the negative will just make your symptoms worse.

And, to help you begin to believe in yourself, check out the fantastic book: "Allergic to the 20th Century" by Peter Radetsky which some of the science. It was my first step along the road to recovery--recognizing what had happened to my body and it may be the first step in your recovery, as well.

All the best,
Alisa Miriam Cherry B.Sc.
www.lisacherry.ca