Dedicated to my mom, Judith Hunter McCann
CONTENTS
by Molly Buzdon, MD
FOREWORD
by Molly Buzdon, MD
I was fortunate to meet Hilary years ago after I moved to New Hampshire in 2007. Although my formal surgical training has been in the Western tradition, I have been interested in alternative forms of medicine, and have had the good fortune to count among my friends a number of people who can view and help heal the human body in other ways than I. I was drawn to Hilarys boundless energy, enthusiasm, and powers she has to perceive that which is not physically apparent, but hiding under layers of buried traumas, fighting to stay hidden. At a young age, my son told me that he was struggling with a stressful situation that was affecting his overall well-being. When traditional therapies had not alleviated the problem, I introduced him to Hilary. She was able to navigate my son through uncharted grief in a manner that was profoundly helpful. My son shares a special bond with Hilary and still requests occasional energy tune-ups. I myself have had a number of sessions with Hilary. I always benefit from the beautiful energy that flows out of our meetings. I often end with cleansing tears which provide a major release, leaving me more insightful, calm, and at peace.
I have always thought that the Western view of medicine leaves out too many important variables that can affect a patients ability to heal. In my field of general surgery, the same operation can have different outcomes. I believe this can be due to different physical or mental shifts in energy. I still recall a case when I was an intern in my first year of general surgery training. An elderly gentleman was admitted with abdominal pain. He had recently lost his wife of over fifty years. An operation was being performed to investigate his abnormal CT scan finding. When my attending surgeon performed the laparotomy, looking into the abdominal cavity, cancer was seen studding all the organs. Often times, metastatic cancer can be nearly invisible on imaging studies, only apparent as small little nodules on the surface of the liver and the surrounding organs. The surgeon closed the abdomen and once the patient awoke a short time later, he gently gave the patient the diagnosis of metastatic cancer, probably arising from the stomach. I remember the patients peaceful attitude, and when given the options of further treatment, he emphatically expressed that he did not want to pursue any further treatment. He requested a DNR, a do not resuscitate order. The next day, his lab values showed his kidneys and clotting system basically stopped working. His oxygen level dropped, indicating his lung function was declining rapidly. There was no reason for this to happen so quickly other than that he had simply decided that he did not want to live any longer. I remembered how alarmed I was at this. I wanted to try to repair all of these organ systems, but he as a single entity had already made up his mind that he did not want to live anymore. He expired the following day. My rational brain could not understand how this could happen. As physicians, we are trained to support patients and do what we can to make them better, but in the end, it is not the physician who decides if a patient lives or dies. Our most important job is determining what the patient really wants.
The entire field of medicine continues to change through leaps and bounds with advances in technology and new medications and drugs designed to cure or at least beat back cancers that have seemingly taken over the body. As we learn and discover more, I hope we also become more aware of the invisible energy that surrounds us and the part it plays in our healing and connection with ourselves and each other.
PROLOGUE
A lone in this world, each of us carried our personal medicines.
Long ago we came together, and one of us in each tribe carried the medicine. The remedies were in sacks and satchels. The memories of generations of healing wisdom existed in the heart and the mind of the medicine person.
Now, our tribes are too big to hold us together; we are alone again. This is the time to restore the memories of how we heal ourselves. Each of us has the good medicine of wisdom from our own beginnings. Our bodies hold the wisdom of our own health. We are always healing, from our starting moment to our finish line.
Ive been collecting my remedies, too. The remedies were revealed as my prescription for health for myself and for the ones who work with me. Ive gathered them together for you in this book.
I found medicine bottles in the doctors bag my grandmother carried to her patients house calls. The bottles seemed empty at first. They are full of knowing and remembering that I belong to a family who has held the medicine for the tribe.
Take what you need from these pages, refill these bottles, and reclaim your own healing. Maybe you want to carry the medicine, too.
Energy medicine in health care has become more popular since I began my practice. As I prepared to explain this to a new client, Dr. Chase, a leading surgeon in the Boston area, it occurred to me that it was no longer necessary to say this is a healing art widely received in health care when many of my clients were medical doctors themselves. My schedule is filled by licensed therapists, health-care practitioners, and registered nurses. In fact, Dr. Chase was recommended to me through her colleague.
Just so you know, I told Dr. Chase when we met, I never diagnose or interfere with medical recommendations.
Yes, I read that on your intake page, she said with no hint of resistance or even skepticism in her voice.
Humans have written about the subtle energy fields that surround all living beings for thousands of years, I began. Historically, human energy has been depicted in many waysfrom spinning wheels of light called chakras in Sanskrit, to a cocoon of heat known as the aura. Artistic depictions of halos are inspired by the glow of heightened energy around a persons crown. The energy field exists in the lexicon of many cultures.
Dr. Chase nodded.
When I was first introduced to energy healing, I felt entirely disoriented. No one had ever told me about this stuff as a child, I explained. But my job involves connecting with this subtle but powerful field. When I work, my hands feel the warmth and gentle shifts right around the body, like the sensation of a magnet being pulled toward or repelled by an object. Meanwhile, my heart filters waves of joy and grief as well as impressions beyond words.
Dr. Chase listened.
Ill try to communicate what comes through clearlyI mostly focus on the sensation in my hands. There is always useful healing information available, I said.
I invited Dr. Chase to take her shoes off to recline on the massage table in my office.
Im going to be moving my hands about eight inches above the surface of your body, starting at your feet, including your shins, and then your knees, your abdominal area, your neck and forehead and crown area. If you see my hands in the air, Im balancing, clearing, receiving information... its hard to describe, Im just doing the energy work.
Then I paused, searching for the right words, but the doctor put up her hand playfully as if to say stop.
You dont need to explain all this to me, she smiled. Im a surgeon. I witness this energy all the time.
You do? I chimed back.
Yes. In the operating room, I always sense an undeniable presence. Its uncanny, the surgeon explained, as if my anesthetized patients energy is present in the room and around me while I work. Its very protective. I have no question about this energy stuff. I get it, and I believe in it. Thats why Im here.
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