I spent a lot of time in the hospital in 2009. In October 2008, I ate some bad sea food, I spit it out but alas it was too late. Being pretty strong, I didn't get sick to my stomach like most people would have and that was the trouble. I went to the hospital a few days later with huge pain in my guts.The doctors didn't know what from because I didn't have classic symptoms of food poisoning. The thought I had pancritis and treated me for it, a scan showed I had some calcium and a small anyorism there. But, my weight kept going up and down, 20-30 pounds at a time. Which was very frustrating, and then every few weeks I would get a fever for a day.
Meanwhile I was still practicing and teaching my martial arts qigongs and routines.
They had missed that fact that there was some kind of powerful bacteria that went into my system, my pancreas was affected as well as my colon. By july of 09 I was back in the hospital with a huge fever and huge pain. This time they did more test and determined that this bacteria had bored a hole through my sigmoid colon. They said that they needed to remove about 10 inches of my sigmoid colon, but first I had to be in the hospital to treat the infection before they could operate. It took about 10 days to do this, which was worrisome.
Then I went home for 6 weeks to recover and then the were going to operate in September.
I was told that it was going to be quick procedure, laproscopic, only a few hours. But, when I woke up and saw it was many hours later and I had a huge bandage on my abdomen, I knew something was wrong. My surgeon said the once he installed the camera, he saw a minefield, it was way worse than the tests (scans, x-rays, etc) had shown and they had to open me up to operate there was so much damage from the previous infection. He said that the wound area had been at the brink of bursting all year and that at any moment I could have died from jumping or bumping (all this time I was doing full blast applications during my martial art practices!).
But, he said an unexplainable thing had saved me, my small intestine had moved somehow and adhered to my colon and prevented it from bursting. He said it was a miracle thing that it happened, otherwise I would likely have died at some point. So, now I have a huge Frankenstein scar going down my abs, cut straight down the middle. Very painful! After another week, I was back home.
Now, all this time that I was sick I had been practicing my neigong sets. Given the nature of these sets (Shaolin Liu he Gong, Chan Yuan Gong, Luohan 13 Gong, some Taoist spiral qigong sets, Dragon & Tiger qigong, and others), they move the internal organs and gently squeeze them (as does Bagua and TJQ). They gave me tons of energy and I felt pretty good considering how sick I was. I believe that the neigong sets made the small intestine move and adhere to the open wound in my colon. I discussed it with my surgeon and he feels that it most likely was what did it as well, since it was the only factor that was introduced.
Doing these neigong sets also made a speedy recovery from the surgery. With my pancreas and colon working right, my weight is finally normal, I gained much muscle and lost most of the fat. By December I had been able to start doing ab exercises (pilates and shaolin work) and now they are very strong again.
Also, 10 years ago I saved someone's life on the highway after they had a car crash using neigong procedures. This person was hanging upside down and had hit their face on the ground, with blood and teeth everywhere. I saw that the car was still passing gasoline and was starting to smoke, I ran under the car and turned off the engine and someone else used a fire extinguisher. No one knew what to do, since this person was hanging upside down from the seat belt and there as so much blood around, no one wanted to disturb things in case there was a broken neck, etc.
Then, this person stopped breathing! I suddenly just knew what to do, I guess years of training paid off, in that I told someone to hold this person's forehead still as best they could and I pressed various points on this person's leg, which suddenly made them gasp and spit out a clump of guck. After coming to and flailing around a bit, I calmed the person down by whispering into their ear and said what happened and that there was nothing to do except accept that it happened and to wait quietly until help came. A half an hour later a doctor arrived and 15 minutes after that the police (there was a huge traffic jam that made them get there slowly, they had to drive on the grass alongside the highway). The doctor asked me how the person was revived and I told him what I did and he said "good, no one would done that, it saved her life".
I won a Theodore Vail award for doing that. I never saw or heard from that person again, as the police said to just leave so that I don't get blamed for anything, as some Good Samaritans had been.