To give you some background, Chester, a soon to be 13 year old Dalmatian cross, has been our housemate since he was 6 months old. We met because we were in search of a Dalmatian to be our mascot in our horse-drawn carriage business. As you see in the photos, there is no mistaking his Dalmatian heritage. Fortunately, he got his brains from his German Shorthair father, and his good looks from his mother.

During his early years he suffered two leg injuries that didn’t seem to impair him at the time…. until he got older. It was about 3 years ago that the fatty mass first appeared. I knew it was nothing to be alarmed about but intended to have it removed when I got a round tuit. In the course of getting a round tuit, I came home one day to find that he couldn’t walk. The vet said he had severed his cruciate ligament. Funny thing, it was the same leg that I had severed the ACL in too (but his was in his rear). Researching surgery costs I found I was looking at between $800-$1200: a sum that would require a bit of saving for.

Eight months later, and within days of his veterinary school surgery appointment, I came home to once again discover he could barely walk. This time he had damaged the tendon in his other rear leg! By now the tumor was beginning to worry me, but getting him mobile enough for him to be able to take him self outdoors was my first concern.

I did vast research and found many topical and oral supplements that helped his mobility over time. But somehow in the course of all this I lost Chester, and the loss was huge. This is the animal that many years ago leaped across the gaps that separate the species to teach me animal communication. This animal had so much charisma that people gravitated to him rather than to the horses. His popularity was so obvious that I began charging an extra fee when customers requested him with their carriage service. I don’t know when I knew he was gone, but I knew that I couldn’t feel him on the edges of my psyche like I used to. It was also apparent that his health was in an ever downwards spiral.

It was January of 2000 when I did an extensive research into animal food and was appalled at what I found. I was under the illusion that the Avoderm dog food that I was feeding was an excellent product. It cost a little more but my animals were worth it. Then I discovered that ‘animal food’ is a misnomer. If it is labeled ‘animal food’, then that is the same as saying ‘not fit for human consumption’, meaning, in other words that IT IS NOT EVEN FOOD!! I switched brands to Solid Gold that claims to use human grade food in their recipes. The health of all of my animals improved, even Chester, although his improvements were slower to surface than the rest of my motley crew.

Last fall I decided that the health of his kidneys and liver was sufficient to allow him to undergo surgery for his tumor. I lost 2 animals to surgery, so I was cautious to evaluate his condition before agreeing to surgical procedures. This is when the vet told me that it would be necessary to remove some muscle mass, because the tumor was into his muscle by now. My heart sank. I knew, without a doubt, that Chester would not be able to get himself outdoors given his 2 crippled rear legs, along with stitches in the muscle under his doggy armpit. That would leave him with only one good leg to heft his 70 pounds up from the floor. The only solution was to keep him at the vets for the 2-3 week recuperation time, which was out of range for my pocket book. Chester and I returned home knowing that wheels were in motion that neither of us could control. We resigned ourselves to the plan to live one day at a time. Basically, doggy hospice.

During all this time, and even after the improvements seen from his diet change and all the wonderful supplements, I never got my Chester back. Yeah, you know what I’m going to say next, don’t you? “UNTIL NOW”! Chester’s back!!! He made his debut yesterday, and I felt his old zeal and mindful psychic interactions, and it is so wonderful.

Chester has been taking M-state material for nearly 2 weeks. He has been undeniably demonstrative about wanting more and more of it, so I’ve been cautiously giving him increasingly larger quantities, while keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of healing crisis. He has had more vigor and has been acting out some of the strangest behavior, which I wouldn’t call necessarily positive. It seems that he lives for his twice-daily dose of this material. It’s the only time during the day that he seems to spring to life with a glint in his eye and an eagerness on his face.

Yesterday, he displayed behavior that I haven’t seen in him for a long time. In his youth, he was accustomed to being in close proximity whenever I did my healing work. This took the form of him lying under my massage table when I did massage or Reiki, or under my desk when I began doing computerized voice assessments. I don’t know what he does, but I know he is somehow engaged energetically in the healing process as it unfolds.

When two women from the Seattle area ORMUS group came over yesterday to discuss this wonderful movement, Chester made it really apparent that he needed to be underfoot (literally in our foot space) when we moved over to the computer to do some research. Later that evening I chastised him for acting out some weird antics he had adopted during his convalescent days. He replied to me that, “I thought you liked it”. I have neither heard his communications nor seen him ‘underfoot’ for years. It is so good to have him back, even if it may only be temporarily.

I am CERTAIN that the changes I see in him are related to the M-state. Only time will tell if this shift will also influence his tumor. I have measured the tumor mass and will loosely document dosages, observations and intuitive insights over time. These measurements, as well as periodic photographs of his tumor may be useful information for other ORMUS researchers. I have no idea if his tumor will diminish or not.

I do not intend to use any conventional methods in his treatment, but will continue to use alternative methods as they become available to me. Currently, I started cooking again for my dogs. This time I am adding shredded raw vegetables to their cooked chicken, greens and grain stew. Chester seems to be more satisfied with his new diet than he was before. In the past he has continued to lick his bowl as though he wanted more, and would slam his paw on his bowl in the early afternoon as a way of telling me he wished to eat again. I feed him twice daily, so this behavior was a bit annoying to the point of argument as I authoritatively pointed out to him that he would have to wait ‘til dinnertime. Since beginning his home-cooked diet (yesterday) this behavior has stopped. He seems much more satisfied with his meal.

One of the women I met yesterday brought a topical herbal salve called Black Salve, and told me it comes from Native Americans who found it a successful treatment for tumors. As of yesterday, we have started this treatment as well. Perhaps science would be better served if I stuck with only one treatment at a time, but how can anyone deny opportunities to their loved ones?
 

TUMOR MEASUREMENTS:

March 21, 2001
Circumference – 20”
Cross section/outside ribcage toward chest – 12 ¼”
Cross section/armpit toward abdomen – 10”