I have been asked to share this story. I share it with the understanding that I am not a doctor. I cannot diagnose or prescribe. I cannot promise anyone will get the same results that I did. I do not, cannot, advise anyone to go against their doctor’s advice as I did.
A number of years ago I had some sharp, right sided, pelvic pain. I walked very, very slowly and a bit hunched over. I felt better if I kept my hand applying slight pressure to the pelvic area as I walked.
I did what I always did when something was wrong, I went to the chiropractor. I was not getting better from the treatments so I was sent to get an MRI. And gosh, that was loads of fun.
After looking at the MRI the chiropractor told me I had an ovarian cyst that had ruptured. She sent me to an ob/gyn.
The ob/gyn was looking at my MRI and telling all about the exploratory surgery someone else would be performing on me. I would be opened up and they would remove anything they felt I didn’t need anymore. I was sitting across the desk from him looking at the pictures and diplomas decorating his office. He finally noticed I was not paying any attention to him and stopped telling me his plans for my guts. He was wise enough to say, “You aren’t going to let me do any of this are you?”
My response was, “Nope.”
I actually liked the man. He was easy to talk to. We had a good repartee going. (Later he would tell me he knew what it was like to be on the table in the stirrups. He knew how women felt when they were on the table. He had gotten on the table when he first got it to see what it was like. While I appreciate his efforts he has NO idea what it feels like up there.)
He asked if he could examine me and I agreed. He palpated my right ovary and estimated the size of the cyst on my ovary to be about 7 millimeters. The doc told me I developed cysts once in a while and then they would rupture. It was just part of my cycle at that time in my life. The concern with this one was that it contained septations, or divisions. In some cases, septations can be a sign of a larger issue.
He asked if I would come back in the following week for an inter-uterine ultrasound. (Wow, did that sound like a good time.) I agreed and informed the doc the cyst would be totally gone the next week. He looked at me like I was nuts. (I am sure I seemed to have some mental instability that day.) He asked me to see him after the ultrasound. Ok.
I had one week to fix my ovary. I talked to her all the time. I thanked her for all her work during our years together. I told her I loved her. I informed her we came in together and we would be going out together. I let her know I wasn’t going anywhere soon so she needed to heal, and quickly. I visualized myself with two healthy and intact ovaries. My right ovary was almost the only thing I thought about that week.
I look up essential oils for ovarian cysts and settled on basil and lavender. Sounds like an odd combo but the two oils smell quite nice together. I had a guy at a store track me down to ask what scent I was wearing because he wanted it for his wife.
I truly believed I would heal my right ovary. I refused to let any doubt in.
The big day rolled around. An inter-uterine ultrasound is definitely not my idea of fun. It was crampy and uncomfortable. The tech asked where the cyst was and kept going over that area. From many different directions. It kinda hurt.
When she was done I asked her to go get the doc per his instructions.
He didn’t even knock. Good thing I had gotten dressed quickly. (But I guess that really doesn’t matter at an ob/gyn office now that I think about it.) What he said was, “I don’t know what you did but I have some prayer lists I want you on.”
The cyst was gone. As I had decreed it would be the week before.
I looked him and said, “I told you so.” (Yeah, I’m that mature.)
He did want to know what I had done. He was not impressed with my oils, chiropractor appointments or my talking to my ovary. He continued to ask what had I really done to heal the cyst in a week. He considered it to be a good sized cyst. One he had actually palpated the week before. In his medical world it should not have healed by itself. Especially not in one week.
What healed my ovary so quickly? I truly believed I would heal it. As far as I was concerned healing it was the only option I had. I know the oils and the chats helped too. As did the chiropractor. Everything I did that week supported my body and allowed it to heal.
Our bodies can be great healers, if we let them. You need to eat clean, whole food which supply some of the basic building blocks needed to heal. You need to rest so that more energy can be directed towards healing.
I continued to talk to my ovaries for a while. I thanked my right one for healing. I supported my weaknesses and I believed. And therefore, I healed.