Something good to share….

I still remember seeing how my father sweat profusely one night. His face turned pale from the pain he felt. It came from some gallstones in his liver. He did not see a western doctor but instead went to a Chinese physician who gave him some traditional medicine that came in the form of a packet of black powder made from herbs. Today, I came across this home remedy and hope to share it out…perhaps it could save someone out there.

REMOVING GALLSTONES NATURALLY…

By: Dr. Lai Chiu Nan

It has worked for many. If it works for you please pass on the good news. Dr. Lai is not charging for it, so we should make it free for everyone. Your reward is when someone, through your word of mouth, benefits from the regime. Gallstones may not be everyone’s concern. But they should be because we all have them. Moreover, gallstones may lead to cancer.

 

“Cancer is never the first illness,” Dr. Lai points out. “Usually, there are a lot of other problems leading to cancer.

In my research in China , I came across some materials which say that people with cancer usually have stones. We all have gallstones. It’s a matter of big or small, many or few.

One of the symptoms of gallstones is a feeling of bloatedness after a heavy meal. You feel like you can’t digest the food. If it gets more serious, you feel pain in the liver area.”

 

So if you think you have gallstones, Dr. Lai offers the following method to remove them naturally.

The treatment is also good for those with a weak liver, because the liver and gallbladder are closely linked.

Regimen:

1. For the first five days, take four glasses of apple juice every day. Or eat four or five apples, whichever you prefer. Apple juice softens the gallstones. During the five days, eat normally.

2. On the sixth day, take no dinner.

3. At 6 PM, take a teaspoon of Epsom salt (magnesium sulphate) with a glass of warm water.

4. At 8 PM, repeat the same. Magnesium sulphate opens the gallbladder ducts.

5. At 10 PM, take half cup olive oil (or sesame oil) with half cup fresh lemon juice. Mix it well and drink it. The oil lubricates the stones to ease their passage.

The next morning, you will find green stones in your stools. “Usually they float,” Chiu Nan notes. “You might want to count them. I have had people who passes 40, 50 or up to 100 stones. Very many.”

Even if you don’t have any symptoms of gallstones, you still might have some. It’s always good to give your gall bladder a clean-up now and then.

What Mom Taught Me

Mother’s Day is over but here is something to warm your heart. This is from my Facebook page.

1. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“Your room looks like a tornado hit it.”

2. My mother taught me about RELIGION.
“You better pray that comes out of the carpet.”

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week.”

4. My mother taught me about OSMOSIS.
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”

5. My mother taught me about the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
“I brought you into this world, I can take you out.”

6. My mother taught me about ENVY.
“There are millions of less fortunate children in the world who don’t have    wonderful parents like you.”

7. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
“You are going to get it when we get home.”

8. My mother taught me about GYNECOLOGY.
“Shut that door… You think you were raised in a barn?”

9. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
“One day you’ll have kids… I hope they turn out just like you!”

10. My mother taught me about LOGIC.
“Because I said so, that’s why.”

11. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
“You’ll sit there until your spinach is gone.”

12. My mother taught me about IRONY.
“Keep crying. I’ll give you something to cry about.”

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Happy Mother’s Day

Dedicated to all Malaysians….

 

United we STAND!

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The two days notice to assemble was rather short. It was a Wednesday night and the next day, many of us have to work while our children have to go to school. Kelana Jaya was quite far from Kuala Lumpur and we have no idea where the stadium was. Marcus have to meet a client that night to close a deal and Alexandra will not be home until 7:30 pm. The late evening sky was completely covered by dark clouds signalling a thunderstorm is on the way. The raining season is here again. Highways will be flooded with water and jammed with vehicles after each downpour. With so many odds stacked against us, it is very tempting to throw in the towel and say, “Oh, don’t bother. There will be others who will be going!”

But not going is not an option anymore. We have to find our way there, by hook or by crook. We have to stand in solidarity with the rest of the Anak-Anak Bangsa Malaysia who love and cherish truth and justice. We have to do it for our beloved country and our children’s future. We had enough.

I read in Facebook that many had started to gather in the stadium hours before the rally kick off. I cooked dinner earlier than usual and then ran to fetch Alexandra home without a minute to waste. We had dinner in the quickest time and after donning our black T-shirts and raincoats, we walked briskly to the Hang Tuah LRT station near our house. It was already 8:30 pm and it was raining. The train stopped and we got in. What greeted us was a train full of Malaysians donned in black and they too were going to the same destination and for the same cause. We were strangers bound by a common interest – a deep love for our country. We smiled and nodded to one another, amused and yet proud to be in the same flock.

At Masjid Jamek station, the train stopped for more black-dressed Malaysians to get in. Along the way at each stop, more and more rally goers squeezed in. The train was filled to the brim by the time we reached KL Sentral and those standing outside have to wait for another train. After twelve stops, we finally reached Kelana Jaya. All of us got down and walked enthusiastically towards the stadium which was quite far away from Kelana Jaya LRT station. The rain had turned into a drizzle now.

“Excuse me, do you know how to get to Kelana Jaya Stadium?” Marcus asked a young chap in black T-shirt holding a PAS flag and walking together with his friends, all donned in black of course.

“I don’t know as I’m from Cheras. I’m just following those walking in front. Why don’t you just follow us and we walk together?” he replied earnestly.

So we joined him and his gang.

As we were walking along the pavement of the highway that leads to the stadium, vehicles passing by were busy honking at us. There were easily thousands of people walking towards the stadium and the flow was non-stop. Along the way, some shouted out “Ubah” and “Ini kali lah” to the blowing of small plastic trumpets called vuvuzelas and waving of party flags. It was like we were going to a carnival.

Ten minutes into walking, I accidentally missed a step near a pavement and fell down on both my knees. Immediately I could feel the excruciating pain and to my horror, blood began to ooze from my left knee. I almost burst out in tears. For about five minutes I could not straighten my left leg and all I could do was to sit on the grass near the spot where I fell. Marcus quickly ran to the nearest 7 Eleven store to get me some tissues and plaster. A few guys who walked past offered to help but I told them I will be okay and asked them to continue walking.

After a brief rest and with two pieces of plaster over my injured left knee, my husband help me up and we were on our way again, catching up with the rest. You can say I limped the rest of the way there. I even saw an elderly Chinese gentleman sitting in a wheelchair and he was pushed by a younger man who I presumed to be his son. The old man had a PAS flag in his hand and he was waving it happily. Along the way too, many youngsters were posing in groups for photos and what caught my eyes was that they were not from any particular race. Malay posed with Chinese and Indians posed with some that resembled East Malaysians and the sight simply made us smiled. What was even more amazing was to see Malays holding flags with the picture of a rocket and the Chinese holding flags with a moon in the middle.

The group in front of us took a short cut through a park that was totally shrouded in darkness. Luckily some brought torchlight and others used their mobile phones to throw some light to the area. The path was full of slippery mud and wet grasses. The walk towards the stadium was getting more difficult when we approached a steep slope. There were some guys standing near the slope to extend a helping hand to those who wished to climb up this slope. One by one we made our way up gingerly.

Once up the slope, to our dismay, there was another slope and this one was a descending one that leads to the stadium. We have no choice but to tackle this one too as we were eager to get to the stadium. From where we stood, we could see it was brightly lit up and the noise that came from the crowd already inside was deafening. One by one we slide down and eventually we got to the side of the stadium. Stalls selling black T-shirts, flags, food and drinks lined the entrance to the stadium. There were so many people standing outside because they could not get in as the stadium was packed without an inch to spare.

I did not get inside due to my injured knee. I sat on the steps while Marcus climbed on whatever space still available for him to capture some photos. At one point, from where I sat, I saw him hanging from a railing near the entrance just like a monkey hanging from a tree. For those of us who could not get inside, we could not get to hear the speeches delivered by the Pakatan Rakyat politicians; all we could hear was the thunderous roars of “Ubah” and “Ini kali lah!”reverberating across the stadium and it was electrifying. We just cheered and clapped in unison. Malay, Chinese, Indian, Sikh, Iban, Dayak, Kadazan, Murut, Orang Asli – we were all there and we were truly One Malaysia that night.

Marcus and I left earlier due to my condition. With so many people leaving at the same time, it will be difficult to do so later. And we have a long walk back to the LRT station. Luckily we managed to get into the last train at 11:30 pm. The Kelana Jaya LRT station was once again filled to the brim with people making their way home. I guess many got stuck in the highway as it was in a bumper to bumper mode.

When we got home around 12:15 am, we found both Nicholas and Alexandra fast asleep. They were very independent teenagers and they knew their parents were out there fighting for a better future for them. The fight ahead is a tough and long one but we are not afraid because we have millions and millions of fellow Malaysians fighting along with us. We are all in this together and it is very assuring.

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