I'm not going to die.
Soon.
At least not of Type-2 diabetes.
Thanks to Drs. Mao and Chen.
Not that I'd ordinarily bring death up, but after a routine insurance
physical revealed that I had elevated (OK, high) blood glucose levels, the
thought of death did occur to me.
I'm too young!
If I was 120, I'd be too young!
I don't want to die!
Before the insurance physical, I was a normally functioning, 218 lb.
sedentary 58-year-old hypochondriac who ate what I wanted and walked at a
measured pace a few times a week.
Not unlike a legendary dragon slayer, I have been battling my weight
related demons starting around the onset of puberty. Countless times I
bravely raised my mighty sword determined to do battle with that
malevolent, overbearing dragon only to find myself failing yet again. At
each attempt I was quite successful at losing the weight; it was the
maintenance that would leave me sitting high on my horse, holding a
mangled sword, enveloped in abject defeat and disgrace.
Last year, Terry, my brother-in-law, was stricken with end-stage
liver cancer. My sister and I took him regularly to Tao of Wellness for
incredible treatments that extended his life, gave him energy, relieved
his pain and helped him deal with the side-effects of chemotherapy and
other Western cancer treatments. Terry was on a diet prescribed by Dr.
Mao to help liver function. While sitting in the waiting room week after
week, I began thinking about seeing Dr. Mao to improve my own health. I
bought a copy of Dr. Mao's book, Second Spring. Honestly, I was shy
about explaining to him that I wanted to lose weight. But while dealing
with Terry's illness, I realized that the only life I could really
control was my own.
In
July of 2008, an attendee at the Cleansing-Detox weekend came
from a life in crisis and carried away not only renewed health and
happiness but tools she could use to enhance the rest of her life. Here
is her testimonial:
I’ve studied Taoism, been treated with acupuncture, meditated, and
practiced tai chi for almost half of my life, but these were independent
efforts without integration. The sudden deaths within a week of each
other of my twin sister and father caused internal and external crises I
couldn’t overcome. By summer 2008, I was falling apart after two years
of trying to keep things together...
