September 2017, I was approaching my 5th and final reconstruction surgery. I knew I had to get as much crap out of my body as possible before moving forward once this was all over. Anaesthetic, pain killers and learning back in February, how cancer feeds on animal protein, flush out any residue of meat and dairy products. My mind and spirit needed a good clear out also. I needed a complete detox.
I have always followed a ‘healthy’ diet and exercised but the last 18 months due to surgery and recovery time, I hadn’t been able to exercise as much as usual but moved whatever I could. I didn’t like the thought of all that toxicity sitting in my lymphatic fluid, more poison to the cells.
Initially I looked online for a health resort in Italy, I could drive there from the Côte d’Azur, France, where I live but the ‘Gods’ were having none of it. I was being blocked left, right and centre from going to Italy. The internet would crash or no one would get back to me after enquiring. Then India popped into my head and within 4 hours, I had found a resort, communicated with one of the doctors, paid my deposit, booked my flights and applied for my visa. Here is my journal from January 10th:
Goa Day 1
I felt very tired this morning with the time difference, it was 5.30am to me.
I had a little walk around the grounds, such a sense of peace, so quiet even though staff were busying themselves, they did so quietly. Lots of little tents everywhere and a jacuzzi. I walked towards the beach where 2 security guards asked for my room number, before opening the gate leading onto the beach. He nodded and shook his head, I wasn’t sure if it was yes or a no to step outside the gate and couldn’t help but giggle at him but he didn’t smile back. I soon learned this was common practise with the Indians and it actually meant ‘okay’.
When I returned, I asked for some breakfast and sat outside my room on the terrace, which was situated on the ground level.
I ordered a fruit platter, banana, orange, apple, mango, melon sprinkled with chopped nuts accompanied with a mint tea, then came back in as I started to flag. I had to wait till 12.30 for my welcome talk and could hardly keep my eyes open and kept nodding off.
I was accompanied by a young Irish lady, for the welcome talk, who was here at the request of her brother, who is training to be a nutritionist and was attending the yoga teacher/training course. Our programmes were explained to us and we were instructed how to administer the coffee enema – scary! The first of 2 daily enemas start tomorrow. Or so I thought.
We were given a shot of wheat grass and cucumber juice, hot water with ACV and honey and about 5 supplements.
At 2.30 pm, I had a full medical consultation with the lovely Dr Nalim, who talked about Ayurveda and the dosha – I’m vata/pitta! Previous to my arrival, I had completed an eleven page health questionnaire, they knew everything about my health including how many amalgam fillings I had. Then more juice; papaya and mango and ACV in hot water.
Another little relaxation in my room, then dressed in bath robe and paper knickers I waited to be received by the masseuse for my jet lag/revitalization massage, but was told to have my Thai broth first, more juice and supplements. I honestly felt full. Then, escorted to one of the small tents, which inside was a massage table, towels and air con unit.
The masseuse was tiny but very strong. I managed to grin and bare the pain as I knew it was doing me good but certain points on my legs were excruciating. My neck and shoulders were so knotty, I was embarrassed. A couple of times I wanted to cry, knowing all this pain had been locked inside me, I did shed some tears, more emotions not dealt with! I couldn’t pin point any of it, but knew just to let it go.
As we go through life, the more aware and evolved we become, the more layers we peel away.
It was requested that I keep the oil on for at least half an hour, so I returned to my room, put a dress on and went for a walk on the beach. The sun was setting and a herd of cows were standing on the sand. They were so elegant, and a very handsome bull stayed close to his companion, especially when she sat down to rest, he licked her and reassured her she was safe. I wondered if she had a calf inside her belly.
I walked several times up and down the beach paddling in the very warm Arabian Sea, then sat and watched the sun go down. I was so at peace here. Just as I got back it had become dark, I chatted a little while to Hema who is next door to me, then noticed the stainless steel jug with coffee marked on it and realised I was to do my first enema NOW!
I nervously set my stall out, tested the temperature and poured the coffee solution into the ‘hot water bottle’ type holder, opened the valve on the pipe to allow the air out, then closed it again. Laid in position on my left side, right knee up and inserted the nozzle unlocking the valve.
I didn’t feel anything inside for a while, then comfortably adjusted myself onto my back with my legs up then it started to happen, I looked at the bag to see it was almost flat, empty. I was shocked, was all fluid already inside me? Then I felt the urge, I quickly removed the pipe and only just made it to the loo. Oh my goodness, never known anything like it. It sort of felt gratifying, like when you squeeze a spot. The gripes would come back about 4 more times until I felt done.
What an experience! It did feel good though, might be getting myself a kit when I go home. Let’s see what happens over the next few days.
More broth, I believe it was carrot and coriander but very bland, with a side dish of more supplements, a saucer of slices of fresh lemon for the morning and time for bed.