In 1991 I was diagnosed with Stage Four lymphoma cancer and given six months to live. I was 32, and my sons were aged two and six months. I was a writer at Aetna Life & Casualty, Inc, and my wife and I had just built a beautiful house on a lake in eastern Connecticut. I had everything to live for. I had plans. Death was not a part of them.

So I decided to fight for my life. I read and researched everything I could about people who, against all odds, had survived terminal illnesses. The common thread was using the mind to influence the body to heal--specifically, the arts of meditation and visualization. I learned these techniques, and for the next six months, meditated and visualized while I received chemotherapy. Amazingly, in half a year The cancer was gone. The doctors couldn't understand it.

I thought I was cured. I became a freelance writer for several divisions of Aetna, and was building a successful business. Then a year later the cancer reappeared. Because of the ferocity of the particular lymphoma cell, the doctors recommended a stem cell transplant (similar to a bone marrow transplant), in which white cells are havested from the blood, high-dose chemotherapy is administered to destroy the bone marrow and all the cancer cells in the body, then the harvested white cells are dripped into the body to recreate the immune system.

I knew I had to go deeper into mediation to withstand the onslaught of this much more powerful chemo, so I did some research and discovered that the Chinese had been utilizing the mind/body connection for thousands of years. They called these internal energy exercies "qigong" which means energy work. Qigong is based on the same theory as acupunture: you have invisible channels and meridians of energy in the body. If these channels become blocked, illness ensues. Qigong practice allows a person to keep these channels open to allow good health.

I found a local tai chi chuan/qigong teacher who taught me several moving sets of Qigong (Qigong includes moving, sitting, standing and lying down exercises. There are literally thousands of qigong exercises.) I practiced these sets, and got out of the stem cell transplant room in record time. Despite the potency of the high-dose chemo, I didnt get very sick at all.

Again, I thought I was cured. But a year later the cancer relapsed. My oncologists recommended another stem cell transplant. They gave me a 10 percent chance of survival. This transplant would be several times more potent than the first. It would last for six months. Every other month would include a four-day hospital stay in which high-dose chemo was administered to destroy cancer cells and bring the immune system to almost ground zero. Then the patient received growth hormone to bring back the immune system. The process culminated in the actual transplant. Then the most powerful, lethal poison was dripped into you to kill the bone marrow. Then you were without an immune system, and a common cold could kill you.

I knew I had to go deeper into qigong to help me survive this second transplant. I decided to contact Dr. Yang Jwing-Ming of Boston, world-renowned kung fu, tai chi chuan and qigong master. I knew of Dr. Yang from my martial arts days. Perhaps it was synchronicity, but a friend handed me a poster announcing a qigong seminar in a nearby town taught by Ramel Rones, Dr. Yang's top disciple and a master in his own right. Rami had won gold medals for forms and fighting in North America, Europe and even China.

I approached Rami after the seminar and surrendered my pitch: "You're a gold medal winner and at the top of the kung fu world. Do you want to take on a bigger challenge, and help me beat cancer?" To my surprise, he agreed. It turns out he was a little bored with winning gold medals.

Rami tailored a qigong program for me designed to open my energy channels and improve the health of my internal organs. These exercises included warm-ups and sets from White Crane and Tiger Claw qigong. The most important thing he taught me, however, was an exercise designed to store energy in my body. It is called Embracing the Tree: You stand with feet shoulder-width apart, knees bent a few inches, sacrum tucked, head level, with your arms held in a wide arc in front of your chest, palms facing the heart. Then you focus on your breathing, and just stand. Energy pours into the top of your head from the atmosphere, and into the soles of your feet from the earth. Then this energy is stored in your dan tien, or field of elixir, which is located in the body's center below the navel.

Rami stressed the importance of holding the posture for long periods, both to clear blockages and build energy. He recommended I build up to an hour, which advanced practitioners and masters accomplish. At first, I could only do five minutes. But I added thirty seconds every day, and in several months could stand for an hour.

Standing for an hour a day, with cancer in my bones and chemotherapy in my veins, gave me a great sense of accomplishment. It reinforced my will and gave me the courage to endure the six-month long transplant process. I defintely was terribly sick at times during this procedure, and had to practice sitting and lying down qigong exercises. But I stood whenever I could. And I walked out of the transplant room cancer-free.

I stopped Embracing the Tree. I wanted to take some time off to lick my wounds. The cancer had severely damaged my shoulders, neck, and hips. Besides, after all that chemotherapy, surely I was cured.

But I wasn't. Six months later the cancer relapsed in my spine. It was eating into my disks and vertebrae. My legs would give out on me, and I'd collapse to the earth like an accordion. I could barely urinate. This was the most frightening relapse of all.

My oncolosist was at a loss. I'd had every type of chemo available, and still the cancer came back. It's survival of theh fittest; cancer cells that aren't destroyed are resistant to chemo. Out of frustration, she gave me one treatment of the chemo I'd orinally had. And I started Embracing the Tree with a vengeance. Sometimes I'd do it from a seated position when my legs were shaky. But I did it, and the pain went away. I had an MRI and a gallium scan, and no trace of the cancer existed.

That was twelve years ago. I've been cancer-free ever since. My career is gone, my house is gone, my wife is gone. But my sons have grown into men, and I'm alive to see them succeed. I Embrace the Tree every day.

Author's Bio: 

Bob Ellal is building a freelance writing career. He's worked as a newsletter editor for a division of Simon & Schster, and as a writer at Aetna Life & Casualty. He's freelanced for Aetna, Hartford Hospital and the Prism Group, and written articles for Inside Kung-Fu and Black Belt magazines.

He's practiced qigong for 15 years, and has taught at Hartford Hospital, as well as many private students.