Update from India January 24
All Right. It’s time for a blog entry. I can tell because on this end things have shifted again. It’s been three weeks here. It seems like forever, though…the days just blend into each other much like the way the tropical breezes tear down through the river’s corridor and blast everything away that was still and stagnant…
It is uncommonly beautiful here in Kerala. The growth is lush and green and rich. Almond trees and nutmeg trees line the property… even a cashew tree or two… tall, broad leafed they dance in the breeze. Periodically a small canoe-like boat with one or two guys works its way down the river for a pile of dirt from somewhere. Idyllic. Women washing laundry at the bridge, and men washing their prized cows.
Anne has moved into my room. The men are finished with their treatments and are moving into a guest house down the road from us on Monday, so she will stay with me and keep going with her treatments, and I have started my treatments in earnest now that I’ve stopped vomiting and seem to be able to handle the meds. I have a mysterious pulsing in my chest… left breast area and left lung… that is causing me some concern. It’s not a new feeling, but last night it was profound enough to keep me awake most of the night resulting in very poor sleep and the need to take pain meds from home. I’m keeping a close eye on all of that.
The men are having “vasti” for the next two days. This is the part of the treatment where they clean you out at the very end. A vasti is like a colonic of sorts. You fast on rice soup and periodically a tube is inserted into your anus and lower intestines that flushes out any waste that has accumulated there over the course of treatment. My understanding is that the stomach swells up and then release comes and it’s apparently wonderfully cathartic. Anne will start her vasti next week…and I will have mine in three weeks.
I was reading in the afternoon yesterday and I drifted off into a dreamlike trance. I woke chewing and salivating. Seems I was dreaming of two soft boiled eggs and toast and butter. It was so delicious. When I woke up and realized it was a dream I was so disappointed! It’s the first thing I’ll eat when I get home. Yum.
I think something is happening here. I am feeling more energy and that things are moving thru me. Once the pulsing in my chest settles down I will not be concerned. I am still convinced that this was the thing to do. The West can offer me nothing but chemo. I’ve got to give this a try. The stories that come out of this place are amazing. I was just told today about a boy across the river who fell out of a coconut tree and became paralyzed from the neck down. He was taken to the hospital and had major surgery, but after months of misery and no real improvement his mother brought him here. VasuDevan worked with him for months with herbal concoctions and treatments. Today he is walking with braces, and VD says that if he’d gotten to him before the surgery, he is convinced the boy would be fine today.
The feeling here at Sreedhari is definitely one of healing. Vasudevan and Seena are the real deal… as is every one of the staff here. The people who are here that are returning to this place for the third and fourth time swear by it. I could not be in a better situation.
I love you all so much. I miss you terribly and long to return home to you healthy and healed. Thank you for standing strong with me. I am forever grateful.