Gallbladder Attack: The Ultimate Test of a Naturopath

By: Aurore Adamkiewicz, ND

Well, it has been a week of hell, I like to think of it now as a near death experience. Last monday, while snuggling into bed for a long winter's nap, a horrible, excruciating contraction in my gallbladder gripped my entire body and sent me into awful cold sweats and chillbains. The contractions which were about every ten minutes and lasted for at least 30 seconds left me exhausted and unable to sleep. A night like that would not have been so tragic, if it hadn't gone on like it did-for five nights in a row and 24 hours a day. So, in my typical cosmic strength that I ecrue during strenuous circumstances-I toughed it out at home and followed my own naturopathic advice and training. Are you thinking I am crazy? Well, I thought I would have been just as crazy to run to the hospital looking for help and to be instead injected with radioactive cancer causing dye and subsequently loose my organs to a very greedy, masochistic surgeon looking to pay his dues to the country club....No sir-ree, not me, I believe I can heal myself, and more than that I believe anybody can do the same.

Tuesday: I woke up, made my way to the couch, where I laid for the remainder of the week, I some how had to make it to the toilet every half hour for the watery diarrhea I had along with it. The first thing I did was have my son (a new doctor in the house!) make me a glass of half water, half organic apple juice, and a tablespoon of ACV-with this I also took a half a cup of olive oil- to help sweep out and clean out the gallbladder and get things moving....and move things they did, and so goes the week of the healing process.

I remained off food the entire week, ingesting only water, watered down apple juice with ACV and water with lemon in it. My son would prepare the color machine for me and I was only laying in colors that would stimulate the immune system and assist contractions like scarlet, yellow, orange and lemon.

Thursday: Was a night of treacherous pain-this time the contractions were rolling down my abdomen and my fever was now higher. My entire abdomen would contract after the gallbladder did-it felt like I was birthing something...but what? A big golf ball of stored up pesticides from my gallbladder, acid crystals from my coffee? What could this monster inside of me be? Besides the choleocystis, I was now dealing with peritonitis. My whole abdomen, was inflamed.

Being home alone, without my husband made things very hard for my kids and I, but we managed and they supported me and I kept telling them, though I feel like I am dying my body is healing itself. I wish my family would have been as supportive, my Mother from FL kept calling me and telling me I was going to die and needed to go to the hospital but I knew after having worked in the medical community that I would have to fight to save my gallbladder because in my weakened state I would have a hard time arguing with them or protecting my organs from their knives and radio-active materials.

So, I spoke with my husband who was on his way home and exclaimed the moon was the biggest and closest to the earth in many years, and then it hit me, I now knew what the monster was inside me, making its way down the mothership-

PARASITES!

So, on Friday-the forth day of my fever, contractions, diarrhea, and sleep deprivation I had my daughter muscle test me for homeopathics for parasites and I tested positive for cinchona. I took one dose of 30C and went to bed-sleep quite well as the strength of the contractions lessened. The next day, I started slowly on food, some hot apples, some cucumber sushi, and hot teas....the next night I took a wet dose of 200C cinchona and went to sleep.

Sunday morning: I woke up, feeling 50% better but still crampy and exhausted, I was sitting on the couch when a huge tidal wave cramp came over my whole body, I ran to the toilet and what did I deliver? I ball of white worms!! It was a nest, or some type of colony...I called everyone in the bathroom and we took a stick and started to unravel the ball. They looked like long bean sprouts without a head, within the ball looked like a long flat accordian worm, I am pretty sure that was a tape worm. It look just like it did in pictures. I had done colon cleanses and parasite cleanses before and saw decayed parasite bodies-ghost like, but nothing like this.

Well, what are the specifics for this as, you know, I run everything down physically and psychosomatically. And while I am still process the psychosomatic meanings I am convinced, yet again, that my hero and teacher (now dead) Dr. Henry Lindlahr was right and this is the second time I have proved it on myself by following his naturopathic protocols. He states in his book "Natural Therapeutics" that one should not use poisons and herbs to kill parasites (including lice) and that the body has a cycle and if the body is (in tone) it will heal itself-with the fever and fight off and burn the bacteria, virus, parasites, etc.....

Physical details as follows:
1. Parasite problem was a problem from childhood (puppies are born with worms,...) 2. The fever and contractions were killing the parasites and pushing them down through my body to be disposed of. 3. If I had gone to the hospital they would have stopped the fever with NSAIDs, destroyed my ability to digest my foods, canceled my ability to heal my gallbladder, and stolen my organs! I might have felt better with drugs-but it would have lessened my bodies ability to contract and remove the foreign objects. 4. The cinchona, was helpful, but in my opinion would not have produced the desired results without the fever and the "Active healing" process. 5. Not eating solid food was the MOST important healing factor, I can't stress this enough to people

Psychosomatic profile:

1. The day before I had crying, angry outburst...was very distraught emotionally 2. My Mother also found out about her gallstone at the same time, that is why she called me on weds. to tell me. 3. The singing lessons and voice lessons have helped to open up my throat block and the energy moved through to my diaphragm, at which point my midsection was unable to withstand the extra energy and feelings there.

So, Here I sit, typing, alive and with my gallbladder in-tact and feeling good. This little organ is not my enemy but my friend. Keeping a healthy outlook throughout the process and believing in my body's ability to heal and overcome was the most important piece of the healing journey. I now hope and pray I can encourage my family, friends, and clients to believe and KNOW that they can heal the chronic too..... Thank you Dr. Reich and Lindlahr, two teachers that have changed my life and healed it.