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May 22, 2005
The impossible before breakfast
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
—Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down
Beloved friends and family,
It has been about six weeks since our last group update to friends. A lot has happened. I am now on a modified Vegan diet. We have hired a lovely woman named Tara to handle cooking, thereby greatly freeing Jennifer to pursue research on my behalf. We all still have Pertussis; "The hundred-day cough" in China and we now know how it got named thus. I am scheduled to start radiation therapy in three days.
Only a few days before I had my awake craniotomy I had a session with an Aboriginal healer. Once we resurfaced after my surgery I started seeing him again, and while I do not understand what he does, I do trust it. About a month ago he told us that an excellent shamanic healer was arriving soon, and I saw her two weeks ago. She explained that she worked with four different entities; a Lakota Indian, Jesus Christ, Mary Magdalene and another whose name my somewhat recalcitrant memory refuses to divulge. Each handles different tasks, Jesus the healing. I was present to be present, with my mind left at the door. After going through various things, she asked exactly where the tumour was located. I explained, and she went silent for a short period. She then told me that Jesus had removed the tumour entirely, including small threads of it. She then had Jennifer enter the room, and apparently suspecting—or knowing—that this could be hard to accept, she told us to get a PET scan so that we could see it.
As we were finally scheduled to start my dendritic cell vaccine trial (first mentioned in my February email), we responded that we'd be getting me an MRI scan for that. She looked off into space briefly, and I had the distinct sense that she was communicating. She then told us that Jesus said that the MRI would not show it and a PET scan was necessary. She also stated that radiation treatment was unnecessary but that I will live either way, as I have important things to do.
Last Wednesday I had my first PET scan, and also yet another MRI scan, within an hour of each other. Last Friday Jennifer we met the neurosurgeon running the dendritic cell vaccine trial, for my first injection. We had the PET scan and the latest MRI. The MRI showed something that could be interpreted in numerous ways. The PET scan showed…
No tumour present.
Before I go on, I humbly suggest that, regardless of your belief system—as I am not a Christian—that you thank Jesus on my behalf if you are drawn to do so. Your Intent for my healing, along with my own, has worked.
Jennifer and I discussed the scans with the neurosurgeon in great detail. Given statistics—tumours re-grow—they would generally irradiate the area visible on the MRI scan. I am not a statistic, and my former tumour will not be coming back. I intend to not start radiation. Catch-22: radiation causes damage and can't be done wide close to brain stem, which is what the remains of tumour after operation was closest to. Tumours may also grow from tumour cells anywhere in brain that isn't being irradiated. I am willing to bet my life on this, but I will trust al-la whilst tethering my camel: the dendritic cell vaccine will cause MRIs every two weeks. It also returns to me the cells from my immune system that were removed.
I have quite a bit of battle damage in my brain. Name, nouns and time remain extremely difficult for me. Notwithstanding that, I also just got the results of my IQ test done prior to surgery: 110; 75th percentile. I'm still smart, although presumably I've been smarter. My IQ may be lower, but I will expand in other ways. For growth is the way this reality works, and is why we are here. I am physically somewhat weak. I am not suddenly completely cured, so we will remain on the attack towards total and complete health. My life has been saved but I have much work to do, both for myself and for other beings. The shamanic healer was adamant that I will not die—with or without radiation—because I have much to do, as I am to become some a healer, teacher, or shaman myself. I don't yet know what, but I will start by converting my journal entries, along with Jennifer's writings and that of healers, into a book.
Much of this was posted on my site as it occurred, so if you'd like more detail much is available there. I can now cause a notification email to be sent to you when Jennifer or I make a new journal entry, so you needn't deal with my utterly erratic writing regularity. Let me know if you'd like to be notified. Also, Jennifer has a major new entry that should be posted there very soon.
Chloe and Dylan are doing wonderfully. Chloe is utterly blossoming, and her difficulties in the past two weeks only confirm to us that I am healed thereby allowing her to express anything that needs expressing. She also loves my goofy fooling around with my kids, something I have blossomed on under the threat of death. Dylan is an absolute delight, roaring around, into everything and understanding whatever we say to him.
And Jennifer? She and I went to a group gathering with the shamanic healer a week after my session. In it she said that Jennifer and I were soul-mates, and that she wished she had one. Enough said. Jennifer and I are cracking each other up at how connected we are.
There are no mistakes. We are each here to learn what we need to learn—hence the variety on Earth—and each life is capable of providing what we most need—or want—to learn. Be aware of what you wish for. You will get it.
Much love,
Peter Lalor
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