Any modern, conservative doctor with a Western mindset will clearly say: – our body is capable of constantly renewing itself and treating itself, so there is no need for any kind of fasting. There are no strictly scientific confirmations of “rejuvenation at the cellular level”, life extension, slowing down aging, benefits of fasting.
Starvation and Leukemia
Diary written during fasting for 60 days
If you are treated by an allopathic doctor, it is almost irrelevant for the final results whether you know anything about the technology of treatment and the dynamics of the body’s condition indicators or not. The approach of naturopaths is different. The patient himself should know as much as possible about the process of therapeutic fasting and in general about the applied method of treatment (fasting can be only a part of it), as well as about his disease. Many of those people who have made their own decisions and carried out fasting have come to it intuitively.
The diary of a girl who, avoiding publicity, calls herself Marishka is very revealing in this respect. Everything that she described in her diary makes one admire the courage and talent of this girl. I bring here her diary, having received her consent to publish it. Her experience is extremely important, especially as it is written intelligently and beautifully. It is also important that more than 4 years have passed after the fasting described in her diary. Marishka feels healthy.
The beginning of the diary is in abbreviated form.
Already by the age of 15 Marishka weighed 75 kg with a height of 156 cm. In addition to obesity, she had a history of gastritis, pancreatitis, otitis media with hearing loss, repeated fractures of limbs, and concussions. In lifestyle – smoking, drinking beer and other antics of modern youth. Place of residence – Far North of Russia (moved there from the Caucasus). At the age of 18, pleurisy was added, during the treatment of which another diagnosis was made – leukemia. By this point her body weight had increased to 86 kg.
Chemotherapy, radiation therapy, hormones, as well as general tonic remedies did not bring any results and a comforting prognosis for leukemia. The attending doctor advised to look for salvation in unconventional ways of treatment and gave her the book of Paul Bragg “The miracle of fasting”. The book made a strong impression on the girl. She believed Bragg. She gathered information about fasting through the Internet and in the local library, met with naturopaths through the same doctor. Two quotes from her diary. “I read both good and bad reviews of the fasting method of treatment and only when I was confident that I had enough information to meet and, most importantly, overcome the challenges that would come my way during the fast, did I begin to fast.” ” I decided to starve myself for as long as I could endure. By that time I already knew that small periods of time would not help me, but I was not sure that I could withstand a long fast. I decided to fast according to Y. Nikolaev, although he has a contraindication to fasting in case of leukemia and any cancer. I decided that I would not refuse to work, because Paul Bragg does not recommend it. In general, I thought I would do it by trial and error.
Initial anthropometric data of the girl at that time: height – 158 cm, weight – 86 kg, waist – 95 cm, hips and chest – 120 cm.
What happened to the girl during the initial period of fasting and before she came out of it is taken without significant edits from her diary and described on the next few pages. Many parts of the diary are quoted almost verbatim, because the details of such a description are especially important for those who will begin fasting for the first time.
“A significant day on March 23, 2005. In the evening I drank magnesia according to Nikolaev (50 g of magnesia per 100 ml of water) In the morning there was a cleansing of the intestines. Kal was dry like sand. The general condition of the body was not very good. The first day I wanted to eat a lot, but more with my brain than with my stomach. I had the same hunger that usually causes people to come off this method of treatment. I was angry and irritable. I was cold all day. Inthe evening Idid my first enema and tried to give it for three hours. Still put and what went from there I will not describe. I went to bed early. I slept a lot in the first few days.
The second day also went more or less normally. I was hungry, but to my amazement less than on the first day. My stomach was always doing some work, rumbling all the time. But my subconscious was insidiously chasing me to the kitchen with all kinds of entreaties to eat. But I silenced these entreaties with warm water or on the contrary – cold, melted, or sleep, reading. In the first few days I did not go out, my health was not up to walking.
The third day I didn’t want to eat, I slept for a long time again, there was a taste of acetone in my mouth, and my tongue felt a little tight. The day went well. But the night was a torment for me, all my diseases were aggravated. I felt nauseous, vomited, had, excuse me, diarrhea. Coughing up phlegm, fever, all my body ached. It hurt so much that I cried, and my family tried to support me, but still could notlookat my agony. The pain was getting worse, now they were all together talking me into medication and injections. But I endured it all without swallowing a single pill.
On the morning of the fourth day I woke up like a squeezed lemon, but the severe pains were gone, only small echoes remained. I was weak and dizzy. But nevertheless, I did purges and drank water. During these 4 days I lost 6 kg. To be honest, it is still a mystery to me how I survived those 4 days.
On the fifth day, I got up, did some exercise, even though I was weak. I poured water into small bottles and went for a walk. I walked for a long time, with constant pauses, feeling like I was going to faint. Several times I thought about whether I should give up this futile activity and not start throwing everything into myself again. But I overcame these thoughts.
I came home and realized that I had to find something to do while fasting. By the way, that day I wrote a letter to all my ailments. By the way, it is a very good way to set yourself in a good mood. The text is like this: “My dears. I lived with you too long. “I have cherished you. I cherished and cherished you, but in return I received only disappointment. I’ve always felt dissatisfied with myself and my life. You were always depriving me of something in my life. My life was subordinated only to you. I’m tired of you and now I’m telling you, “Enough.” I want and can start a new life. A life full of joy and light, a life without limitations, a life in which you have no place. I have decided to leave you once and for all. I have thought long and hard during sleepless nights and have come to the conclusion that we are not suited for each other. Don’t mind, my darlings, and there’s no need for scenes. Goodbye forever, my sweet sore-losers.”
After that I went to the bathroom and warmed up, then cleaned myself up and went to bed. It was a deep sleep.
On the morning of the sixth day I got up, did all the necessary procedures. I talked to my grandmother (she baked pancakes), my brother, my sister-in-law. I didn’t want to eat. In general, I had a feeling that I didn’t know what food was and what it tasted like. In general, the mood was combative. I was not going to lie down during the fast, so I decided that I had to find a set of exercises that suited me. I found a set of Bodyflex exercises. I tried it and liked it. The exercises were not strenuous, but quite well saturated the body with oxygen and, most pleasantly, got rid of chills. During the fast, I was constantly freezing and dressed like a cabbage. Then I went to the bathroom and went for a walk.
From the sixth day I walked a lot, walking at least 6 km. And although I was weak, I still did not give up. I came very late that day, tired, weak, but very satisfied. For this day I drank more than five liters of water. My teeth were drying, the nasty smell of acetone and nasty saliva in my mouth were very irritating. But when I started fasting, I knew that there would be difficulties, so I was not going to give up and give my body into the hands of my enemies – my sores. I did not want to do enema, so I drank magnesia at my own risk and looked forward to the result. The result was not long in coming: there were fecal stones, white clots and stagnant bile. After the purge, deciding that everything went well, I went to bed. Hunger did not torment me, sores too, and I decided that all the dangers I had already survived. How wrong I was!
In the middle of the night I woke up in terrible pain. What had happened to me on the third day now seemed like child’s play. I was torn apart by pains in all my organs and the only thing I prayed fervently for was not to die. That to interrupt hunger or drink medicine, not even a question. I endured… The pain lasted for several hours, and in the morning everything seemed to calm down and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
I didn’t wake up until two days later. On the seventh and eighth day I slept soundly. My relatives were already worried and thought that I was lethargic, but they did not bother me, for which I thank them very much. On the morning of day 9 when I woke up I had a huge burst of energy and felt like I was omnipotent. I did some exercise, went for a walk, did the Bodyflex program, but it didn’t seem enough. I had a CD with the program Cindy Crawford does, so I decided to try to do it too. So, starting from the 9th day, I started to exercise with increased physical activity. From the cleansing I did washing with manganese, enema and magnesia. By the way, I would like to explain why. Of course enema is a good thing, but while cleansing it will reach the upper parts of the intestine could get old, so much dirt was inside, so I decided to act on both sides. The enema cleaned the large section, magnesia acted on top and cleaned all the dirt from the small intestine. I drank about 6 liters of water a day. In general, from the tenth day to the 30th, everything went well.
The days continued according to a routine: getting up, charging, cleaning, showering, taking a walk, then coming home, doing some housework, then again charging, cleaning, showering and then sleeping. During the cleanses, some kind of crap was coming out all the time. There was nothing. And fecal stones, and mucus, and stagnant bile and even caked blood and some strange pieces, very similar to flesh. When cleaning with manganese, excess gastric juice, bile and even hair came out.
There was no weakness, on the contrary, there was a strange feeling of a surge of physical strength, but there was emotional lethargy. I was like a zombie. It went on like that until the 30th day.
And on the 30th day, the most interesting thing began. Emotional lethargy disappeared, on the contrary, excitement appeared. I started having insomnia. I slept 2 hours a day, but nevertheless I feltrested. I began to write poetry, and my ability to draw appeared.
My headaches disappeared, my eyesight and sense of smell were sharpened (I could smell what was cooking on the first floor and whether they had overdone the sauce, even though I live on the fifth floor). My hearing was completely restored. I suddenly stopped freezing, but nevertheless, when I measured the temperature, it did not rise above 35.6. My lungs were completely cleared, Iforgotwhat a constant cough and phlegm was. My strength was increasing, even the exercises I was doing were not enough for me, so I added additional abs, kickboxing and hip-hop dancing. With cleansing everything was also not bad, no more mucus, caked blood and pieces of flesh, I gave up cleaning with manganese. But the tongue and what was going on in my mouth – it was just a horror. My tongue was white with yellow and some black spots, the saliva was nasty, so thick, my teeth were dry and cracked.
Then I became even more thirsty, drinking up to 10 liters of water a day. All this happened to me from day 30 to day 45. And you know what else is interesting – emotionally, my nerves were ironclad. If before some things irritated, now Health. Diseases. Starvation nothing could bring me out of myself. But at the same time there was constantly such an offensive feeling that no one paid attention to my heroic efforts. At this moment the feeling of omnipotence, euphoria was especially strong and I was even at some point afraid of falling into narcissism.
On the 45th day of fasting I wanted to go out, but not because I wanted to, but because I had read that you can’t fast longer than 45 days. When I looked at my tongue, I suddenlyfoundthat it was slowly clearing up. You know, it is very interesting to observe your body during the fast.
I decided to wait and see what would happen next. From the 45th to 52nd day my tongue cleaned off completely, my teeth stopped cracking, but on the contrary, they were covered with some strange mucus, but it was not a nasty mucus that you want to brush off. I had the impression that it was new enamel, although I still don’t know what it really was. There were no health problems at all. No pain, no discomfort. Wore like a saiga and flew like a butterfly. During the purges, nothing was found, no dirt, while taking magnesia and enema, only water came out, the urine was light. I stopped doing cleanings, I didn’t see the point in them anymore. I felt like a newborn baby. On the 52nd day I thought that it would be good to go to the doctors and make examinations. I went to the doctor, they gave me directions for medical examination, directions for tests. I did the tests the next day, and decided to wait for the doctors until the end of the fast. It was the 53rd day of fasting. Well, I will tell you about doctors a little later. And now I would like to tell you what kind of thing started to happen from the 53rd day to the 60th day.
At that time I could not understand what was happening, but now I can say with certainty that the reverse process of transition from internal to external nutrition began to take place. I started to feel cold again, insomnia disappeared completely, weakness appeared, dizziness, headache, thirst disappeared. Of course, it all happened not at once, but over several days, exactly in the order I started to describe: from the 53rd to the 58th day. On the 58th day appetite woke up, but not full appetite, when you feel that if you eat now, you will die, and so – small echoes. You feel appetite, but you realize that you can curb it.
On the 59th day the hunger began to show itself more strongly, but I tolerated it. It was possible to interrupt the hunger on the 59th day, but I wanted with some excitement to have a round figure for the period of my hunger.
But on the 60th day of fasting, hunger showed itself with all the force of which it was capable. I fainted from hunger. Even, most likely, not from hunger, it is not quite true, but rather from appetite, which could not be curbed. Naturally, there was no question of going out or not. In the evening on the 60th day I came out of hunger on carrot juice with pulp, diluted with water in the ratio of 1 (juice) to 4 (water). You guys, how delicious that juice was – m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m…! I still remember that juice. At that moment, it seemed to me that nothing could be better than that juice. Oh, come on, I’m gonna spend another hour marveling about it. After drinking the juice and going to the bathroom, I felt as tired as if I had been plowing in the fields all day. I went to bed.
Now the hardest part was coming out. In the fasting mode it is much easier to suppress your appetite than to curb it when you start eating. I went out according to Y. Nikolaev. For the first seven days I drank only juice diluted with water. First, as I have already mentioned, 1 to 4, then 1 to 1, then 4 to 1, and already on the 7th day – undiluted, but no more than 500 grams per day. This amount was quite enough, although sometimes I felt that if I was given an elephant now, I would eat it with the bones. But, having made one sip, I was satiated, even heaviness in the stomach appeared, as if I had eaten too much. Stool was not at all, although the body gave signs of life, you could hear the work going on there. There were no unpleasant consequences of a physical nature, no flatulence, no nausea – nothing like that. The only thing was constant drowsiness and weakness. So I survived the first seven days quite well.
The trouble started on day 8 when I started eating grated fruit. First of all, many of the fruits that I used to love made me feel nauseous or disgusted, even the smell made me sick. And, secondly, there was a truly animal appetite, which is impossible to curb, especially for those products that liked. I ate, but I wasn’t full. That is, my stomach was full, but there was no satisfaction. But weakness and drowsiness began to pass, the former rhythm of life, which I led during the famine, was slowly restored, again physical activity entered firmly into my life. Although, when I was exercising, I often rested, because the surge of strength came in leaps and bounds. It started quickly and went away just as quickly.
Every seven days I added a new type of food or a new way of eating it to my diet. So, on the 15th day I started to eat fruits in whole form and began to add vegetables to my diet, on the 21st day I boldly added dairy products and started to drink kefir. Then soups, porridge, nuts and further all completely according to Nikolaev’s diet. I tried not to move a step away from his recovery diet. But still not everything was smooth, appetite was exorbitant, up to the 30th day, and not always managed to curb it. On the 27th day, when my mom made vegetable broth for me, I shamefully lost the battle with my subconscious and taste sensations. I sat down and devoured a liter and a half of that broth. The result was not long in coming. A sharp pain in the stomach, darkening in the eyes, and here Marishka is already in the bathroom with a three-liter jar of water diluted with manganese to do gastric lavage. At that moment I had a feeling that I was going to burst. But everything was fine.
The next day there were no consequences, thank goodness I didn’t have to go back a step. Stools were normal, I went to the toilet like a baby. On day 30 my appetite was back to normal. I didn’t have to keep him quiet all the time. And then everything went smoothly from there. I did not eat meat during the recovery period, I looked at all harmful products with disgust and did not understand how you can eat such crap as, for example, chips, although just 4 months ago I chewed them with appetite. The recovery diet lasted 2 months, and then it just became my way of life. I still eat fruits and vegetables, meat is eaten very rarely – about once every two months, the same applies to fish and eggs. And everything is exclusively boiled. I eat no more than 500 grams of all products per day, not counting liquids.
I still fast 1 day every week, 3 days every two weeks, seven days every month, 10 days every two months, and 40 days every six months. When I fast for 40 days, I go for longer if it works out. And sometimes, it happens that I break from hunger.
Now, as promised, I will tell you the clinical picture at the end of the fast.
First, the weight: at the end of the fasting it became 47 kg, during the fasting period I lost 39 kg. At the end of the recovery period the weight rose to 54 kg. The disturbed metabolism was restored.
I will now tell you the results of the examination and the reaction of the doctors:
● The leukemia was completely gone, there was no sign that I had a year or two to live. The doctors’ reaction: they said it was impossible. The number of white blood cells came back to normal, the protective function increased.
● Gastritis: healthy. Doctor’s response: we should investigate this phenomenon.
● Pancreatitis: healthy. Doctors’ reactions are the same.
● Headaches: healthy. There was no reaction from the neurologist, he thought that the fresh air had done its job. I didn’t try to dissuade him, maybe he was right.
● My bones strengthened, I haven’t had a single fracture or even a bruise since then.
● The otitis media went away and my hearing was completely restored.
● Pleurisy cleared up, lungs are still like a baby’s, not even a hint of puffiness, phlegm or anything like that.
● Depression and a nervous breakdown – you don’t even have to talk about it. How can there be anervous breakdownafter such a test of one’s abilities.
In addition, as I said, my sense of smell and eyesight were sharpened. My eyesight didn’t have any problems, it dropped a little, but after starvation it was restored to one. In short, a healthy, beautiful and clean body.
And lastly, a few conclusions.
First of all, I realized that our body is very happy about fasting, but our subconsciousness is our enemy. From childhood we were taught that a person cannot live without food, that he will die if he does not eat. For as long as I can remember, always when I was sick to such a state that I could not get out of bed, I did not want to eat. But still, I forced myself to eat something. I think that’s what most of us do.
So the first conclusion is that you have to fight your subconscious. And I found, by the way, an interesting way. Our subconscious mind has a property that forbidden fruit is always sweet. Every time my subconsciousness told me that I wanted to eat, I consciously answered him that I do not want to eat, but I need to, and I do not know how to force myself. I was sort of splitting intoconsciousand subconscious at that point. What is most interesting is that the more I consciously persuaded myself to eat, the more my subconscious resisted it. Why am I describing this? Maybe someone will use this technique. Although on the fourth day of fasting theappetite disappears, it does not mean that it disappears completely: there are thoughts of quitting fasting.
The second conclusion I made was that there is a feeling of insecurity and fear. For some reason, when you start fasting, people around you think that you suddenly decided to commit suicide, but not immediately, but after torturing yourself beforehand. That’s where the feeling arises – maybe you are really crazy, and people around you suddenly decide to put you in a mental institution? I was lucky, my relatives accepted my fasting without any moralizing, but it was probably because they also understood that it would not be worse than it is. But everyone else either twisted their fingers or started to tell about people who died of exhaustion without making any difference between therapeutic fasting andforced fasting. So there are two ways to fight this phenomenon. Either to explain to everyone and everyone what starvation is, how bad it is when you have dirt in your body, totell aboutthe harm of smoking, alcohol and obesity on internal organs (I chose this way and thanks to this way I am in my town as a doctor). Or just do not tell anyone about the fact that you are starving, except for the closest people. It is necessary to inform them and explain the essence of the method, because we are afraid only of what we do not understand. If not explained, then close people can turn from allies into enemies.
And the third and most important enemy on the way to fasting is lack of motivation. If you yourself do not find a decent motivation for fasting, I mean for a long, completed fast, you may start it, but you will not complete it. So before going on long fasts answer yourself the question – for what? What do you want to achieve? And how much do you really need it? After all, it’s not the one who does not hold on well, but the one who holds on to anything. Hunger is a really good thing, but it takes a lot of effort. Hunger is a really good thing, but it takes a lot of effort.
Well, here is the end of the story of a simple girl Marishka. Don’t judge me harshly, I described my first experience as I knew how. End of diary.
