It will be a completely new outlook on human health, which opens a reliable, scientifically substantiated and experimentally verified path to health and well-being.
I am not a doctor, not a psychic, not a shaman, not clairvoyant. My experience is more like the experience of a frog from a famous fairy tale. Do you remember? Two frogs got into the krynka with milk. One was frightened, choked and went to the bottom, and the second desperately hammered in its paws and by the next morning hit a piece of butter in a milk cap, leaned on it and jumped out of the trap. Isn't that a wise fairy tale? She teaches in any situation not to fold “paws”, not to succumb to fear, but to act.
In my life there were plenty of such “wings”. Scrofula, lymphadenitis, diseases of the ear, throat, nose, rheumatism, heart disease, malaria, tumors, anemia all this was. As soon as my grandmothers, aunts and parents did not try! No matter what the luminaries of medicine showed me, what they just treated me with, nothing helped. But it so happened that my father was transferred to work in the Crimea, and as soon as we moved there, I turned into a healthy child. All illnesses seemed to be lifted by hand. I didn’t even get a single childhood illness. I spent whole days running in shorts in the air, swimming in the sea, eating fresh fruits, vegetables, nuts. With my whole being, I felt my fusion with Nature.
But war broke out. My father went to the front, and my mother and I were evacuated from Crimea to the Urals. It was there that I caught malaria. There were no medicines. Cold, hunger complicated the course of the disease. I was in a fever a day later, and after the attack I, like a squeezed rag, slowly recovered my strength. This went on for almost a year.
Once, by chance, I heard how, while discussing my condition, adults were crying: they believed that it was impossible to help me and that I must die. I was then 9 years old. It really surprised me. “Really adults, big smart people don’t know how to help me the child I thought. “Why do I trust them so much?” Why am I not looking for salvation? And I began to search. First of all, I wanted to know how this muck begins.
I noticed that the attack came in a day and began with the fact that the feet, cold as ice, touched each other, and instantly there was such a “shaking” that it was impossible to stop, no matter how many heating pads were placed at my feet and no matter how many blankets are thrown at me. The attack ended only after 2-3, or even 4 hours, with cold sweat and terrible weakness; I fell into the black abyss of nothingness.
"All! I decided to myself. “I won’t allow that anymore.”
On the day when the attack was to come again, I decided to try to warn him: I kneeled my knees together, and my feet, on the contrary, set apart far to the side, and joined my palms. I focused all my attention on ensuring that the feet never touch. So I lay all day. And there was no seizure that day! The next time he did not come the attacks stopped altogether! It was a victory. She gave me faith that some strength was put in me that could overcome the disease! Faith accompanies me all my life. I recall the difficult year of 1965, when I discovered a huge tumor of the uterus (its size corresponded to 17 weeks of pregnancy), and at that time I had hemoglobin of 37%. Despite this, I was offered immediate surgery. But after such an operation, I would not only never be able to have children, but should have forgotten that I was a woman! And I flatly refused.
“If nature created me as a woman, she will fight for me! I decided. I'll try to have a baby with a tumor! Or a tumor of me, or I her! The thought was, of course, fantastic. For its implementation, a doctor was needed who would take to monitor such a pregnancy, bring it to the physiological end, that is, to natural birth, and, if necessary, could perform a cesarean section to save the fetus and grow it (maybe in an incubator to the state of a full-fledged child.
I started looking for such a doctor. Searches led me to the Research Institute of Obstetrics and Gynecology to the surgeon Natalya Dmitrievna Selezneva. She explained that my idea is very risky, since the tumor will grow faster than the fetus and prevent it from developing, but if I am so “brave”, I can turn to Professor A. A. Vishnevsky at the Institute of Surgery. They have been conducting animal experiments for two years, and encouraging results have been obtained: of the three cows operated on for cancer of the uterus, two gave birth to healthy calves.
What was the idea of Professor A.A. Vishnevsky?
He excised the tumor, but did not sew healthy edges of the tissue, as was customary everywhere, but inserted a mesh of Teflon threads into the cut-out place, which served as a “basis for darning”. Four months later, new, healthy muscle tissue sprouted through it. As a result, the organ was restored, and artificial fibers, having served their purpose, were absorbed.
It was a wonderful idea that could open the way to modern surgery for the field of regeneration (restoration) of organs by the forces of the body itself.
