By Andrea Shewchuk
I began the process of rebalancing my intestinal flora, cleaning and rebuilding my liver tissue and nourishing my body with cocktails of antioxidants, freshly-pressed juice and a variety of fibres almost 2 months ago, addressing rapidly spreading and debilitating eczema from a systemic perspective. Until now, the process had expressed itself very logically and linearly as not only the eczema cleared before my eyes, but the many other side effects of candida pollution, emergency pharmaceuticals, passive exposure to chemicals, my emotional toxins, elusive unhealthy dynamics etc. gracefully disappeared. Only very once in awhile did I want to think that it couldn’t be this simple. And then I would swiftly abandon the thought.
It has been a week since I returned from a re-visit to the ocean and re-connection to a place of profound development. The week seemed uneventful except for many new stories and memories of laughter.
I had felt drained and the all-too familiar pain in my chest as I feared a return of pneumonia. This ended after less than 2 days when I was woken up one night by the consciousness of thick mucous in my throat. I was confused since my recent history with mucous was lung-related.
My throat burned. Viral, bacterial, a cold, new or retracing. Energy or matter. Context, perspective, perception.
I have experienced burning sensations both in illness and healing. Is it something rising from my chest? There were hours where my abdominal surgical scars seemed to also have been woken up. I revisited the role of my absent appendix, from holistic, traditional medical and literary perspectives. I reviewed the meridian connections of the body and the throat chakra.
I only hear my breathing.
To swallow or attempt to utter a sound is excruciating and requires energy I do not have to give.
While I am unable to talk, I am not only able, but possessed to write.
One is never quite sure where the process of detoxification will lead.
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