At the end of July or beginning of August, I started to breathe worse during sports. I had a small pimple on my nose and it felt more like a piece of lint was permanently in my nose. There was also no change, despite intensive treatment. So I went to the doctor. The next appointment was in mid-August.
He gave me an ointment and told me that the pimple should be gone in the next few days.
The thing did not go away and I had to go to the substitute doctor. My doctor was on vacation. By now it was September and the pimple was getting bigger! The doctor had another ointment for me and a referral to an ear, nose and throat (ENT) doctor.
I already sent to the perfect examination and treated my nose intensively further. (Reiki II and III techniques)I got an appointment pretty quickly with an ENT doctor in Delmenhorst, whom I had met before. All this was already very unusual.
On a Tuesday, I was in his office hours and had not yet suspected anything. The doctor just said that the polyp needs to be removed and I need to go to the hospital tomorrow (Wednesday) for a preliminary exam and the day after tomorrow (Thursday) for surgery.
Man, man, man, that was fast. And everything else then also came blow after blow.
So I sent to the perfect removal of the pimple and the perfect surgery (Reiki II techniques) and did that intensively (Reiki III techniques).The surgery went smoothly and when I woke up in the recovery room, I immediately started self-treatment. Someone asked, “What are you doing?” “Reiki.” “Well, go ahead.” By the time I was through, I was asleep again.
I woke up again in the hospital room and it was still morning. I was already feeling really good and a nurse brought food. Great!
The doctors were satisfied, I should not do any sports etc. and I came home quickly. Anyway, my wife was amazed at how smoothly it went, and so was I.
I continued to treat myself and sent to the perfect healing of my surgery scars.This worked so well that the ENT doctor was satisfied about the healing of the scars. However, he had started my appointment with a sentence I was not prepared for. “I’m sorry to tell them that… So you have cancer.”
Cancer? Me? Why already now? – and similar thoughts went through my head. I was struck by lightning, because in my family cancer was synonymous with death.
For a brief moment, I was no longer really listening.
As I wrote, my doctor was satisfied with the healing process and wanted to take some pictures for a surgeon. His next question was where to operate. Stupid question! I don’t know anything about that. Preferably where I get the very best result. “All right, then go see a specialist at the University Hospital in Kiel. I will try to get an appointment for you right away. Please give me your phone and email details. The specialist can then reach them. Think nothing of it, he is a little unusual in his way, but the best for you. Indeed, the position of the ulcer is very rare and also unusual. Also, the best facial reconstruction for your case will be done there.”
Great, something normal it could not be with me again. About 30 years ago I had one half of my face restored after an accident and now this! I had enough for the day and the next few days. Enough!
I was given a hospital referral and told that I would probably be called from Kiel. My ENT doctor is on vacation for the next few days and that is why he is already preparing everything.
The second doctor who treats me and then goes on vacation. For the evening I had an appointment with friends I have known since my early childhood. I can talk to them and at least I get honest answers. I couldn’t talk to my wife, because she was on a bicycle tour with her sister. If I had called her, she would have immediately become suspicious and would have come home right away. She doesn’t need that and if she had stayed, then she might still have hit a tree or something.
The only thing I could think of was to treat myself intensely until the evening meeting, leading a “scientific prayer” with the “why question”.
The answer came: My friends were upset and could hardly be calmed down. I felt the same way, but I did everything I could to see the situation a little more soberly. It was not yet clear how it would turn out. I used the Reiki II techniques to envelop all of us so that we drew strength from our meeting again.
The next day at work I had to say that I was going to have another operation and when I told the reason, I was so upset that my emotions ran away with me. In the evening my wife called me and we talked about her travel experiences. I was just able to avoid the topic of surgery. She should enjoy her time and come home safely. I sent Reiki.But now I realized very intensely that I needed help. I couldn’t get through that time all by myself. I remembered our emergency chain. But where should I start? At A or B … B … Beate! Nope! Right after that I remembered Susanne. Gosh, do you want me to call our master right now? The answer was: Yes! (By the way, Beate thought of me at that time and asked me to call Susanne. Thanks Beate!) So I call and … she’s not there – answering machine. I was just about to start treating myself when Susanne calls back.
The emergency – chain no longer exists in the form, but it organizes something for me.
Thank you! And the first emails of support arrive after that. Man, oh man am I lucky! My wife is coming home this weekend. As befits a trip, she has a lot to talk about. Even the next day we talk a lot about the trip. But, eventually the time came and I had to tell her what was going on. Reiki helped here too, but deeply upset we continued.
Before that, I had a CT scan on my face on Friday. At the earliest from Monday there will be results about the size and exact location of the ulcer and very important: are there metastases? So there are more uncertainties about the extent of the disease. By the way, this went on all the time and will continue to do so for the next 5 years. Many investigations were to follow. I felt the support from the emergency chain every day. That did very well!
Now comes something extraordinary. During my self-treatment, I had always wished to talk to the surgeon.
Saturday evening, around 8 p.m., my phone rings. A call from Kiel. It’s the attending. He actually wanted me to come to the clinic by next Monday. – That fast? Nothing was prepared yet. – Then he explains to me a lot about the disease, treatment options, legal handling, aftercare, building up noses after a grace period of one year and, and, and. At the end, he says he plans to go on vacation on Wednesday. (Another one who escapes?) We can talk some more and he finally comes to the conclusion that he will send me a surgery date with an invitation by e-mail for the time right after his vacation. I am reassured and glad for the clarification. In the meantime, all other preliminary examinations can be made.
Even my family doctor, whom I have known for a long time, calls me and explains his assessment of the cancer. “It is a small tumor, but a large one among the small ones. Moderately differentiated, but may have less significance at the site. Even if after removal, treatments follow where you get bad and lose your hair, you gain life.” That’s exactly the latter I had in mind.
We still talk about the different clinics in the area and I still told him that the University Hospital wrote on their website that they were leaders for my treatments. You can’t write something like that with impunity. My doctor comes to the conclusion that I should then better go to Kiel.In the evening is a meeting in the office with my ENT doctor with my wife and me. I had still asked if he was sure my wife would come. He was, only my wife was not. She could hardly stand all the things she heard there about removed noses and artificial body parts. I endured it and that gave her confidence for the future. The CT findings of no spread of the cancer in my face already put us all in a positive mood.In all preliminary examinations, it is always important that nothing suspicious is found that would indicate a spread of the cancer. This is the part of the time until surgery that makes the wait so unpleasant.Luckily I had your support and my self-treatment with Reiki. By the way, meanwhile, self-treatment lasted much longer than just an hour. And I applied all the techniques for treatment that I know.I also had Susanne’s trust, who continued to invite me to the 3a seminar as an assistant. I gladly accepted the offer.
Ines was also present at the seminar as an assistant. How beautiful! We had done our 3A seminar together!
Frank had shown me another technique for using energy during self-treatment. I used it with pleasure. Thanks Frank!From my sport colleagues – Shinson HapKiDo – I got in the meantime also Ki sent, as it is already in the names.Why is all this so important for me? It worked and works! The explanation comes now.it goes to the end of October and a friend drives me to Kiel. The recording procedure is already a story in itself. My friend and I joked around all day and we infected many there. Even when I had to go to a photographer who took my face from all angles. I then asked if they still needed “before and after photos” for the “Brigitte”. She hadn’t heard that either. Most people are serious and very cagey when taking pictures. I smiled in the pictures when I was allowed to.
I even met my doctor in the second attempt of admission to assist in the surgery. She was clear and unmistakable in her instructions and advice about the upcoming surgery. Someone so clear and kindly decisive is what I wished for my surgery. But it was to get even better.
In the evening I was alone. All alone, and I was able to do my heart dedication and wrap the building in symbols. That’s called luck. I had also already forgotten that I couldn’t get a card for the TV out of the pay machines. The things refused to take my money. I wasn’t supposed to watch TV. So I lay down in my bed and read. I could not sleep. Then the room door opened at half past eleven. A tall man in scrubs peered around the corner and asked: “You must be Mr. Margies. I will be your surgeon tomorrow. Do you still have time for me? Then please come into the treatment room.” My answer: “I have time. I have nothing better to do.” And off we went.
We went into the treatment room and he starts searching the inside of my nose with his exam optics. In the meantime, he explains a lot to me about surgical procedures, examination methods of cancerous tissue and the probability of accuracy of histological assessments and, and, and.
Moreover, with the first sentence he had immediately realized that my face had been operated on before.
Man, man, man, a lot of information came together. Then, after a pause for thought, he said the sentence I had been hoping for. “Hmm, there is a significant difference between the findings at hand and what I see here, or rather don’t see. I can’t even see scars from the previous surgery.”
Boom. That struck a chord with me. I had so wanted the attending to notice the change from the treatments even before surgery. I had no doubt that something had changed. Here my wish had come true and that literally at the last minute. The operation took place the next morning. I was able to call my wife just before and tell her about the change and the hope associated with it.After the surgery I still did my self-treatment in the recovery room and again I was observed. And again I heard, “Well, go ahead and do it.” I woke up again in the ward and there were two women standing at the foot of my bed. One was the assisting doctor, the other was the ward nurse. The picture I saw was remarkable. Both women were putting their heads together, but on top of each other. They held their heads horizontally to each other. Even more comical was what they said, “Well, we did a good job with that.” I greeted and congratulated them both. Then I did the most important thing for me. I tried to move my nostrils. It worked! The thing was still in my face! The doctor wished me all the best and I should still rest. Both of them left the room.
Rest? Pah! I first looked in the mirror next to me. No doubt about it! My nose was still there! So first I went to my closet and texted many with the good news. After that I rested.
Sometime later, the doctor told me that I could go home the next day. Huh? Tomorrow already? How come?
He said that the operation went well, and if there is no more bleeding, nothing will stand in the way of my departure. The result of the tissue examination can be available in a week at the earliest.
The next morning I was also examined by my surgeon. He was also in good spirits, but did not want to cheer yet until the test results were available. I could go home with peace of mind.
And so it came to pass. The return trip is a story in itself, so I won’t tell it here.Last but not least, it took a little more than two weeks to get the examination result of the removed tissue.
“No other portions of clinically known intermediate-grade differentiated squamous cell carcinoma.” So no more cancer cells to see! If it stays like this for the next 5 years, then I will not only have successfully survived cancer, I will have beaten it.
Mischa & René Vögtli
Reiki Master Teacher
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