I inherited rheumatoid arthritis from my grandmother. These arthritis genes passed down to me cause pain in all muscles and bones, twist your fingers into knots, and grow bumps on your hands and feet. In extreme cases, this disease disables the entire body.
Even though her thumbs stopped bending after 70 and huge bumps grew on her hands and feet in all directions, my grandmother still walked with a cane for a few more years and quietly suffered, slowly isolating herself from the world and social life. After my father’s sudden death, she retreated further into her grief and completely closed herself off. She died at the age of ninety, suffering from unbearable pain until her last day. For four years, she was practically bedridden, and my mother took care of her.
When I began to experience chronic pain in my knees and legs in early childhood, no one linked it to heredity. Doctors couldn’t explain the causes of my joint problems to my mother. At the age of 5-6, a fairly large bump grew on the side of my knee. From our small town, my mother and I were sent to the regional center—Odessa, Ukraine—for examination. The bump was a mystery to medical professionals, and the only option offered by the doctor was a surgery for its removal.
But my mother grew up in a family where her father didn’t trust modern/Western medicine, and her mother treated everyone with compresses and herbs. So, my mom didn’t rush with her decision about surgery and went to seek another method for healing me. She went to the city to visit her parents in the Cherkasy region, and they advised her to go to the hospital there. An elderly doctor, who had served the Soviet army in the World War II, examined me and prescribed a series of injections. And my mother trusted him. After each injection, she carried me home because I couldn’t walk. After the third one, the bump disappeared. I started jumping, running, and dancing again after a while, but the pain soon returned and became chronic.
Gradually, a bunch of other diagnoses were added: vegetative-vascular dystonia, tonsillitis, sinusitis, cholecystitis, gastritis, appendicitis, and all sorts of other “itis”.
I developed chronic nosebleeds. And once, at the age of 9, because I couldn’t stop them, an ambulance took me to the hospital, where they found another problem, but this time in the liver. I was on antibiotics and at the same time on fish oil and cute and tiny vitamin C drops until I was 17. Weight gain was always a problem.
My mother went through all the institutions with me to find a cure, and sometimes she managed to get me into a sanatorium on the Black Sea, where they treated me with mud and pine baths. It was beneficial for my health, but sometimes very uncomfortable because I was a shy child from birth. I never liked public baths in our little town, where we had to wash ourselves since we had no bathrooms at home.
Imagine me being in the sanatorium, where every other day they would undress us all completely, cover us in mud, and then put us on cots.
However, pine baths were my favorite.
I was naked in the bath, but alone! It was very relaxing and the greenish water smelled amazing.
When my mother came to pick me up nearly a month later, my records proudly showed a weight gain in half a kilo (about a pound), which she openly objected to the medical personal of the sanatorium, saying, “You think this half a kilo is a big deal?! She’ll go to the bathroom now, and her weight will be the same as before she arrived!” …
The genes of my mother’s family, always vital, pushing for more and never giving up, manifested themselves in me later, when I flew out of the nest. I gave up going to all the doctors and started solving my problems as my intuition guided me. I signed up for dance and all the sports sections at Odessa University, which the doctors had not recommended for me before, and for balance, I sometimes binged on ice cream and “Squirrel”s- chocolate candies, just like my mother, saying to myself, “You live just once!”
Life began to improve. I blossomed and got married. But after that, the whole bouquet of diseases sprouted again in full bloom. With every conflict, stress, unforeseen circumstances, my body reacted unexpectedly and instantly. I couldn’t cope with it, and sometimes I felt hopeless and alone with my pain and suffering.
In 2001, already being married for the second time and a mother of two children, I was hit by depression, and tears filled every day. I was overwhelmed by my own and my children’s problems, and now I, exactly like my mother, ran from one doctor to another, but in another, more progressive country, the USA, this time.
In 2002, I attended my first 3-day Qigong workshop. The master from Tibet talked about chi energy, and how it flows to where our focus of attention is directed; that our thoughts determine our life, and you can train your thinking mind in such a way that you can completely recover from any disease. She said, We are created in the image and likeness of the Earth and the Cosmos, and sent us to talk to the trees. Talking to a tree for the first time, and honestly, feeling like a bit crazy person, considering my engineering-mathematical education, brought me to a strange realization of how good I felt. It reminded me about the forgotten memory of how my grandma was also talking to plants all the time. I instantly fell in love with this new QiGong teaching about life!
After three days of being with the Tibetan Monk and practicing her exercises, my depression was gone. I felt inspired and full of energy! Everyone said I looked several years younger!
Since then, I have been practicing Qigong, as well as conscious attitude towards myself, people, and the planet. I won’t say it’s easy. Old programs don’t just go away. And the society influences us very strongly every minute. But I can confidently say that everything I practiced allowed me not only to go through Lyme disease and a huge health crisis which brought me close to death in 2019, but also to cure the inherited rheumatoid arthritis once and for all, and help my children and many people say goodbye to their old stories of illness and helplessness and start a new path in life.
Genes can be reprogrammed! I know that for sure now.
The process is called Epigenetics.
In the next post, I will tell you how I got rid of my:
-Nosebleeds
-Tonsillitis
-Sinusitis
-Cholecystitis
-Rheumatoid arthritis
-Hepatitis C
-Hemorrhoids
-Gastric erosions
-Low blood pressure
-Panic attacks
-Constant anxiety
-Insomnia
and
-Hormonal imbalance
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The photos show me “BEFORE” and “AFTER” my transformation!
Stay true to your healing path and you will get better!
