Before "turning in" for the night, I wanted to leave you with some useful information which you can share with your loved ones.
Have a great night!
With much love,
Dora
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Be Proactive with your Health
Hello everyone,
If you desire to improve or maintain your state of health, it's important to be proactive and become well informed. When I was told of my health challenge in 2009, I took charge, talked to others, read several books and researched information on the internet. I found the information I needed to reverse my medical condition, and I invite you to do the same for yourself or for a loved one.
If you or a loved one is suffering from any type of health
condition and pray and dream of becoming healthy again, there may be a natural remedy for you which is safe and simple. Let’s find out. Contact me via email to schedule a free consultation. Send the email to dora4367@gmail.com, and let me know how I
may help.
With much love,
Dora
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Run for Your Health
Today my husband Baba and I went running at Prospect Park which is actually part of our Sunday routine. As you know, it's so important to incorporate exercise into your daily routine - especially if you are challenged with a health condition.
I invite you to look at this video which Baba and I shot today while at the part. I'm sharing this with you so that you can see that if I can do it, ANYBODY CAN!!! So be encouraged.
I invite you to look at this video which Baba and I shot today while at the part. I'm sharing this with you so that you can see that if I can do it, ANYBODY CAN!!! So be encouraged.
With much love,
Dora
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Create a Mental Shift
Last week I reached a new milestone with my workout routine. My husband and I went to the park for our usual jog/run (he's a marathon runner), and for the first time, I actually enjoyed the workout. This is significant, because prior to last week, I jogged and ran solely for health purposes. While the sport is ok, I never really had much fun.
I realized that I was having a good time because this time I did not have any of my usual aches and pains such as pain in my leg, headache, itching (my husband says that's caused by blood rushing to the surface and he always promised me that it would stop), and just plain being tired and resistant to the process.
Things started pulling together for me and the process of healing made more sense than it ever had. A mental shift had been created whereby I now look forward to working out as opposed to just "doing my duty!"
It took me a few years to reach this mental shift. The same can happen for you too!!!! Just keep doing what you're doing, regardless of your sport/routine of choice and you will see results as well as get your own "aha moment."
I realized that I was having a good time because this time I did not have any of my usual aches and pains such as pain in my leg, headache, itching (my husband says that's caused by blood rushing to the surface and he always promised me that it would stop), and just plain being tired and resistant to the process.
Things started pulling together for me and the process of healing made more sense than it ever had. A mental shift had been created whereby I now look forward to working out as opposed to just "doing my duty!"
It took me a few years to reach this mental shift. The same can happen for you too!!!! Just keep doing what you're doing, regardless of your sport/routine of choice and you will see results as well as get your own "aha moment."
If I can do this, you DEFINITELY can! Why not start today (of course you will check with your doctor first to make sure you do not have any impediments to whatever your chosen workout routine is.)
Drop me a line, let me know how your doing.
With love,
Dora
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Did You Know .........
Good Morning!
While traveling on the journey which I call the Road to Health, a fellow traveler introduced me to something which many (including myself) have reported to lower blood sugar levels. This is something most of us probably have on our spice rack in our kitchens. Know what it is? Cinnamon!
I still drink cinnamon tea until this day. It tastes good and can even satisfy cravings for sweets. An added benefit is the delicious aroma which fills the home while boiling it.
I usually make a pot full. I use the cinnamon sticks and boil them for about 15 minutes. For a full pot I use 3 or 4 sticks.
Here's a link to a technical article regarding cinnamon. Enjoy and should you choose to follow this recipe, please let me know how you like it and if it's assisting you with your blood sugar levels.
Here's the link: http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-and-supplements/lifestyle-guide-11/supplement-guide-cinnamon
If this post has been helpful to you, please like and share!
With love,
Dora
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
My Story - Part II
Fortunately, I met a naturopathic doctor who led me to some herbal supplements. The supplements worked very well - there were several which I had to take each day including 3000mg of Vitamin D3. They were also expensive but at least I didn't have to deal with the unpleasant taste as I did with the liquid herbal formulas. I continued seeking other ways to lower my blood sugar and found a tea which was effective but it caused me to become drowsy. So I was only able to drink it in the evenings. Someone told me that cinnamon tea was effective so I started making my own cinnamon tea. Someone else told me to take Alfalfa, but could not tell me how much I should take. I tried mixing cayenne pepper with lemon juice and olive oil and drinking that before bedtime (that's supposed to clean your blood). All in all, I probably took upwards of 10 different supplements at least twice daily along with teas and other natural mixtures. My blood sugar level returned to normal, my A1C number was around 6.0 and I was exercising - doing at least 50 sit-ups and other exercises each day.
But I became tired. I didn't need insulin any longer but I got tired of taking so many supplements and the olive oil, cayenne pepper and lemon juice - I just couldn't swallow it any more; I was sick of it. The tea was ok but I guess I was just tired everything at that point. I found a new liquid herbal formula but that tasted as unpleasant as the original ones. It did work though.
I am presently using an ancient remedy with is delicious, it works, you may purchase it at most health food stores and supermarkets, and... is super easy to prepare yourself at home. It is Kombucha Tea. I have dedicated a blog in this regard and invite you to visit www.kombuchacafe.blogspot.com for more information.
So, I'm going to wrap this post up for now. Hope I was able to give you a word of encouragement - regardless of your medical condition. Feel free to contact me for more information or just to chat if you need to. I truly believe that any medical challenge can be reversed. I am not here to give you medical advice and make no diagnoses or claims of healing. I'm just sharing with you what worked for me, and if you feel compelled to try the product, I would love to hear your results. So please stay in touch with me!
With much love,
Dora
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My Story - Part I
Here's my personal story everyone. I hope after reading this you will see that you're not alone with your feelings regarding your health condition, regardless of what it may be.
On December 23, 2009, I was rushed to Long Island College Hospital (LICH) via ambulance. I had stayed home from work the prior 3 days because I was so exhausted I could barely get out of bed, and when I did, it was only to use the bathroom. I had no appetite, and when my husband tried to give me something to eat I would only have one or two bites because everything tasted like chalk. I craved sweets, but nothing that I ate that was supposed to be sweet such as pineapple, peaches, etc. tasted sweet. I was not experiencing any pain. I only felt exhausted, I only wanted to sleep, and I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.
I don't remember the ambulance ride. I vaguely recall the emergency room attendants asking me questions and then I was placed on a bed. To fast forward, I was transferred to the intensive care unit. Eventually, I was told that I had diabetes, specifically Type I. While I was in the intensive care unit, I remember the attendants bringing in a man who that placed in the room next to mine. Several hours later there was a commotion in his room and many doctors and other people (probably family members) entered his room. After awhile, one of the doctors came out and said "he expired." I remember becoming very afraid at that point because it finally hit me that I must be very, very ill to end up in such a place. Before that, I was basically just sleeping all of the time and every hour, a doctor would come in and cut open one of my arteries to draw blood (which is very painful for anyone whose ever experienced that) because he said that he was unable to get the blood from my veins. It also was not comforting for two doctors and one of the nurses to state that they don't know how I was still alive, because my blood sugar had exceeded 1,000 to the extent that they were not even able to get an exact reading. I had been slipping in and out of diabetic coma (which explained why no one wanted me to sleep very long). During my time in the hospital, I could barely eat because everything tasted like chalk - not because of the food, but because of my condition.
The morning that I was discharged from LICH, a nurse came and sat by my bedside. She told me that she was going to show me how to inject myself with insulin, because I would need to do that for the rest of my life in order to remain alive. I recall looking at her in disbelief and saying, " W H A T ??? " Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I had never heard of or seen anyone administer insulin before. A major part of my feeling as though I had just been crushed was that I am someone who had never had any prior medical issues other than the common cold/flu and some seasonal allergies. I couldn't handle it. To make matters worse, when the nurse instructed me to inject myself so that she would know that I could do it, my hands began to shake, I became nauseated, and I almost dropped the syringe. I was in major denial and at that moment I decided that I was not going to live my life administering insulin to myself every day (4x/day). I finally got the hang of it, but until the day I retired the insulin forever, I cringed every single time I had to inject myself. My husband took me home, along with some starter insulin and my prescriptions.
Diabetes can affect the eyesight. When I returned home, my eyesight deteriorated rapidly to the point where I ended up becoming what is known as "legally blind." I have been told that the insulin also contributed to the problem. My vision became so blurred that I had to get a prescription for very strong bifocals, and even with the bifocals I needed to use a magnifying glass and I still was unable to see well enough to read. I had to stay home from work an entire month. I was so frightened I didn't know what to do, and I became depressed. I could not drive any more, couldn't leave the house alone because I couldn't see farther than a few feet in front of me and everything looked so blurry and menacing. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I only left the house 2 or 3 times during that month accompanied by my husband and I panicked each time because nothing looked normal to me. I was afraid to let go of his hand because I thought I would become lost. Prior to this time I never wore glasses; I only occasionally used reading glasses with the strength of 1.50. Even so, the bifocals didn't really help.
By the way - I had a reaction to the insulin the first week - my right ankle became swollen to about twice its normal size. Also, food became the center of my world. I began to live solely for the purpose of having my next meal. When using insulin, you have to attempt to eat the same times each day. After breakfast, you may have a snack around 10:00am, then you have your lunch somewhere between 12 and 2, and around 4pm you can have another snack, and finally dinner somewhere before 7pm. That's it. However, the insulin made me crave food, and I found myself counting the hours and minutes until I could eat again. Sometimes the insulin would make my blood sugar decline to a level too low, and my body would begin shaking. I was told to have some orange juice or something sweet to bring it back up so that I wouldn't pass out. Well guess what - there were many nights that I was afraid to go to sleep, because I feared that I wouldn't know if my blood sugar dropped too low and then I might end up going into a coma and die. I can recall one evening when my blood sugar dropped to 65. I did start shaking, however I was afraid to go to sleep that night. Sitting here typing this is so surreal - as though I am experiencing those feelings again. The final point I will make about food is that when I was finally healthy enough to travel again, I used to walk with a big bag of food, because I was always hungry and when I was away from home I panicked over being hungry. I purchased and began wearing an identification bracelet just in case I were to pass out in public, someone would be able to identify that I was diabetic. I also made sure that I had all of my emergency contact numbers easy to find in my wallet and in my tote bag. Wow - what a life-changing experience.
After about one month I returned to work. I remember feeling sick when I had to go into the ladies room to administer the insulin, because I thought that the bathroom was too unsanitary, and there was no private area, so I went into the stall so no one would see me administering my medication. My hands were shaking so much that I dropped my test strip on the floor ( I tested before and after each meal) and I started crying. I took several minutes before I was able to administer the insulin. When I returned to my desk all I wanted to do was leave and go home but I could not because I felt I didn't have a good enough reason, especially after being out for so long.
I knew that there was no way I would be using insulin for long. I just couldn't take it. My husband and I were searching diligently to find a cure for me which did not involve medication. Our efforts led us to an herbalist who made her own liquid formulas. She also gave us a recipe for a "green drink" which I may share in future posts. Her formulas worked well and within a month my blood sugar levels began to decline to the point where my doctor said I could reduce the insulin dosage. The down side to the formulas (there were three formulas that I had to use daily) was that they tasted very bitter and unpleasant, and they were expensive. Nevertheless, I continued to use them (about 3 months) until I was able to discontinue the insulin, but I still had to use the Glipicide.
If you use oral medication for diabetes (or any other health challenge), please read their warnings and disclaimers. I saw that the Glipicide can give you a heart attack! I went running to my husband and showed him the disclaimer, and I was so frightened I didn't want to use it any more. I had failed to read their disclaimer previously. So I had a choice - use the meds and keep my blood sugar under control but risk a heart attack, or find an alternative.
..............continued in Part II.
Thanks for reading, and please comment and share if you have received value from my story.
The morning that I was discharged from LICH, a nurse came and sat by my bedside. She told me that she was going to show me how to inject myself with insulin, because I would need to do that for the rest of my life in order to remain alive. I recall looking at her in disbelief and saying, " W H A T ??? " Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I had never heard of or seen anyone administer insulin before. A major part of my feeling as though I had just been crushed was that I am someone who had never had any prior medical issues other than the common cold/flu and some seasonal allergies. I couldn't handle it. To make matters worse, when the nurse instructed me to inject myself so that she would know that I could do it, my hands began to shake, I became nauseated, and I almost dropped the syringe. I was in major denial and at that moment I decided that I was not going to live my life administering insulin to myself every day (4x/day). I finally got the hang of it, but until the day I retired the insulin forever, I cringed every single time I had to inject myself. My husband took me home, along with some starter insulin and my prescriptions.
I took the above photo in May 2010 after I was no longer using insulin to remind myself that I would never need to use this again. The prescription bottles contained Glipicide. It can give you a heart attack.
Diabetes can affect the eyesight. When I returned home, my eyesight deteriorated rapidly to the point where I ended up becoming what is known as "legally blind." I have been told that the insulin also contributed to the problem. My vision became so blurred that I had to get a prescription for very strong bifocals, and even with the bifocals I needed to use a magnifying glass and I still was unable to see well enough to read. I had to stay home from work an entire month. I was so frightened I didn't know what to do, and I became depressed. I could not drive any more, couldn't leave the house alone because I couldn't see farther than a few feet in front of me and everything looked so blurry and menacing. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I only left the house 2 or 3 times during that month accompanied by my husband and I panicked each time because nothing looked normal to me. I was afraid to let go of his hand because I thought I would become lost. Prior to this time I never wore glasses; I only occasionally used reading glasses with the strength of 1.50. Even so, the bifocals didn't really help.
By the way - I had a reaction to the insulin the first week - my right ankle became swollen to about twice its normal size. Also, food became the center of my world. I began to live solely for the purpose of having my next meal. When using insulin, you have to attempt to eat the same times each day. After breakfast, you may have a snack around 10:00am, then you have your lunch somewhere between 12 and 2, and around 4pm you can have another snack, and finally dinner somewhere before 7pm. That's it. However, the insulin made me crave food, and I found myself counting the hours and minutes until I could eat again. Sometimes the insulin would make my blood sugar decline to a level too low, and my body would begin shaking. I was told to have some orange juice or something sweet to bring it back up so that I wouldn't pass out. Well guess what - there were many nights that I was afraid to go to sleep, because I feared that I wouldn't know if my blood sugar dropped too low and then I might end up going into a coma and die. I can recall one evening when my blood sugar dropped to 65. I did start shaking, however I was afraid to go to sleep that night. Sitting here typing this is so surreal - as though I am experiencing those feelings again. The final point I will make about food is that when I was finally healthy enough to travel again, I used to walk with a big bag of food, because I was always hungry and when I was away from home I panicked over being hungry. I purchased and began wearing an identification bracelet just in case I were to pass out in public, someone would be able to identify that I was diabetic. I also made sure that I had all of my emergency contact numbers easy to find in my wallet and in my tote bag. Wow - what a life-changing experience.
After about one month I returned to work. I remember feeling sick when I had to go into the ladies room to administer the insulin, because I thought that the bathroom was too unsanitary, and there was no private area, so I went into the stall so no one would see me administering my medication. My hands were shaking so much that I dropped my test strip on the floor ( I tested before and after each meal) and I started crying. I took several minutes before I was able to administer the insulin. When I returned to my desk all I wanted to do was leave and go home but I could not because I felt I didn't have a good enough reason, especially after being out for so long.
I knew that there was no way I would be using insulin for long. I just couldn't take it. My husband and I were searching diligently to find a cure for me which did not involve medication. Our efforts led us to an herbalist who made her own liquid formulas. She also gave us a recipe for a "green drink" which I may share in future posts. Her formulas worked well and within a month my blood sugar levels began to decline to the point where my doctor said I could reduce the insulin dosage. The down side to the formulas (there were three formulas that I had to use daily) was that they tasted very bitter and unpleasant, and they were expensive. Nevertheless, I continued to use them (about 3 months) until I was able to discontinue the insulin, but I still had to use the Glipicide.
If you use oral medication for diabetes (or any other health challenge), please read their warnings and disclaimers. I saw that the Glipicide can give you a heart attack! I went running to my husband and showed him the disclaimer, and I was so frightened I didn't want to use it any more. I had failed to read their disclaimer previously. So I had a choice - use the meds and keep my blood sugar under control but risk a heart attack, or find an alternative.
..............continued in Part II.
Thanks for reading, and please comment and share if you have received value from my story.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
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