I had been feeling truly awful. Just about every major joint in my body was aching: shoulders, neck, elbows, low back, and knees. I’ve been watching as each of my beloved activities has become increasingly less pleasurable and possible. Last year I asked for a Lyme test. It came out negative. I figured it wasn’t Lyme and that whatever it was would clear up. It did, more or less, until it came back with a vengeance in February after an upper respiratory tract viral infection which left me in so much shoulder pain that I literally could not lift a cup of tea!
“This has got to go” I declared and committed to see my primary care physician for a diagnosis. He sent me for physical therapy (PT). They sent me back to the primary for a MRI before they would begin. That sent me to an orthopedist who diagnosed the condition as tendinosis (not tendonitis which is a more common diagnosis) and sent me for PT.
Having the holistic perspective that I do, in addition to the PT I made dietary changes (eliminated animal and supposedly acid forming inflammatory vegetable kingdom foods), went for acupuncture treatments, chiropractic adjustments, therapeutic massage, took targeted supplements, and laid off all irritating activities possible. My motivation was HIGH. In addition to the desire to feel comfortable and capable physically I was scheduled for a six-day river rafting trip down the Colorado River culminating with a seven and a half mile climb from the river to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. That’s a 5000 feet uphill! My intention was focused and clear. Two weeks before the trip, in addition to the shoulder issue, my leg “went out” simply by crossing the street and I was unable to walk. I was disgusted and doubled my intention. I was going. I would be on that trip and I would make that climb or I’d be helicoptered out of the canyon!. Either way, I was going.
Peter and I jointed our group of fourteen intrepid adventurers a few miles down from the Powell Dam, at Lee’s Ferry. My shoulder was improved yet continued to hurt. My neck became a focus of pain. I, who rarely take over the counter medications, was resorting to the Tylenol in my first aid kit to be able to sleep on the river’s shores under the canopy of the most exquisite night sky in this most hauntingly beautiful and dramatic environment.
During the days on the river I noticed myself stretching and rolling my neck and shoulders to release the pain they were feeling, all the while listening to the lessons the river, the ancient rocks, and the wind were imparting to my soul. During the hikes I moved slowly with great care, feeling the instability of my knee as I maneuvered over the uneven terrain. The climb out of the canyon was spectacular, with me inhaling deeply and exhaling completely – meditating on the increasing strength of my form while the entire canyon was exposing itself to me step by step. We made it up to the South Rim in nine hours with numerous rest periods, especially as we got to the higher altitudes. The trip was truly exquisite and I was with pain. My knees did strengthen during that climb and their stability reestablished itself. I was amazed and filled with gratitude.
I had a theory. The theory was that if the pain was from enduring stress, stress that I wasn’t aware of carrying, it would have dissipated in the canyon. That did not happen so I was back with stronger knee joints yet persistent pain. As I was inquiring what might be happening in my body I remembered that blood tests for Lyme can be false negative and false positive. Definitive they are not. I am not a newbie to Lyme. I have been diagnosed with it and treated for it three times in the past. I determined to go back to my primary care physician, share what was going on and request the antibiotics to treat Lyme. If it is Lyme, I theorized and the doctor concurred, the antibiotics would most likely do the trick. If it wasn’t Lyme – well no reason to go there until there is a reason. At the same time, my good friend, conscious being and blogger Alison Greenberg Skylar recommended a technique that she and her husband were exploring; The Healing Code.
The basic theory behind the technique, which is explained in-depth in the book of the same name by Alexander Loyd, PhD, ND and Ben Johnson, MD, DO, NMD, is that their “simple’ process eliminates enduring stress which interrupts the ability of the power generating stations within each of our trillions of cells, the mitochondria, from metabolizing oxygen and nutrients properly and thoroughly eliminating the toxic byproducts of cell metabolism. This disruption by the body’s stress response, which has been proven through numerous studies, is perfectly fine if it is for the amount of time it takes us to run from an assailant or swim to shore after being carried out further than we wished by a wave. There is no damage if our cells can’t breathe fully, eat, or take out their trash for two, ten, or twenty-four hours. When there is a prolonged disruption of energy generation in the cell, for days, weeks, months or years on end, the miraculous immune capabilities of the cells diminish and wherever we have acquired or inherited weaknesses disease occurs. The Healing Code restores the tranquil inter-cellular state that allows a full energy feed for the maintenance and repair functions of each cell.
The premise is that while there are a myriad of diseases, the single cause of disease is prolonged stress. They further theorize that much of this long-term stress is stress that has been trapped in our cells from past experiences – those that we were too young and inexperienced as humans to process accurately. “Ok”, I said to myself, “Possibly. I will begin using the code and see what happens over the next few weeks and months.” I am a perfect human guinea pig for this, nothing to lose.” To be continued….