Penny Kelly underwent emergency surgery in February 2023. She explains what happened.
"Hello to everyone out there, Patreons, YouTubers, and the many others who sent good wishes and healing energy my way last week. I cannot thank you enough.
I thought I would share what sent me to the hospital, and then, even more importantly, what happened when your thoughts, prayers, and healing energy began flowing in my direction.
I woke up on Monday, Feb. 13, and rolled over to look at the clock. It was 7:33 a.m. When I rolled over, there was a strange feeling that moved through my abdomen and almost immediately, I had the first of some very sharp pains that I thought were gas pains…but they were not. I thought they would go away, but that was not the case.
Things only got worse from there. Pain spread through me like I have never experienced in my entire life. I did a set of coffee enemas – no change. I tried positioning myself in every position I could think of – laying on my right side, left side, stomach, back, butt up, butt down, sitting, standing. No change. I did my breathing exercises, worked with light, tried humming, vibration, and tapping. No change. I got on the BCX and ran programs for gall bladder, cholecystitis, gastritis, and general healing. Nothing helped. Around 11:00 a.m. I called a friend to ask that he run his BCX for me. By 2:30 p.m. I left a message for Dr. Nusbaum asking if he knew of anything I could do transdermally, but he didn’t call back.
At that point, I had done everything I knew. I called my son, Nate, and had him take me to the Emergency Room at Lakeview Hospital. They did a CAT scan and found a “closed loop bowel obstruction.” This was quite a shock to me because I knew that bowel obstructions were a life-or-death condition and required immediate emergency surgery.
Lakeview sent me by ambulance to Bronson Hospital where I had surgery late at night. The small bowel had gotten caught in some old scar tissue, and when they cut out the scar tissue, the bowel immediately turned pink and showed evidence of peristalsis. The good news was that the bowel had not begun dying, which would have required a portion of it to be cut out and the two ends sewn back together…a much more difficult situation.
So that is the basic story of what occurred.
But the rest of the story is perhaps even more important. By the time I first arrived at Lakeview Hospital, the pain was so intense that I could hardly breathe and was having a hard time staying present. They gave me fentanyl, then dilaudid, and oxycodone, and Flexeril. These are heavy-duty narcotic drugs, and they were continued after the surgery. The incision was large, I felt like my insides had been treated by an egg beater, and the day after the surgery was a haze of pain and drugs. Wednesday was no different until the evening when it was as if the pain had suddenly been switched off. It was like someone flipped a switch! I stopped taking the drugs, and late at night I was well enough to sit up.
I felt bad that I had not been able to do the Tea & Consciousness, so I opened my iPad and went to Patreon to see if Daphnee had canceled things. There was the announcement of the healing meditation done by JC, Julie, and Elena and so many wonderful thoughts people were sharing. It made me cry…and I was struck by the realization that the outpouring of love and healing energy was the reason the pain had suddenly disappeared. The pain never came back! I think it’s important for you all to hear this because it’s a demonstration of the power of consciousness. Look what we can do when we work together. Miracles happen!
I’m wondering what other miracles we could accomplish if we put consciousness to work. I think I’m going to explore that a little further once I have completely recovered.
The doctor came in the next day, which was Thursday, and said I was doing so well that I was free to go home if I wanted to. My reaction was, “I’m outta here…!!!” and I came home Thursday evening, then slept for the next three days, no pain pills needed.
I will close by saying to all of you listening or reading this that I am so glad I took care of myself for all these years because I needed that core strength to get me through this past week. Yes, over the years it was nice to be able to move like I was still 25 years old. Yes, it was flattering to hear people say I looked 20 years younger. And it was personally rewarding to have the energy to work long hours to share what I’ve learned over the years and to help guide and support a few people as they moved toward their own wisdom, grace, health, and power. But the real reason I am so glad I took care of myself was that I needed that reserve of health and good nutrition to carry me during a time of no food, all kinds of drugs being injected into the body, and the healing demands created by a serious excursion into the core of the body to correct a life-threatening event.
I am so glad I took the time to exercise daily, spent the money to ensure good nutrition, and took time to do the detoxes regularly. It was like money in the bank when the crisis hit. My core strength is in need of serious replenishment, but my arms, legs, lungs, and brain were wonderful backup support systems.
Let me share a funny little story. The doctors came in on Tuesday morning and said I had to “breathe in while sucking on a plastic tube” that raised some kind of disc to the level of “750.” I mumbled that I practiced some serious breathwork and even taught others how to do it, then did the in-breath as directed and the disc moved to 1000. The doctor exclaimed, “Whoa! That’s not enough of a challenge! Let’s move the disc to 1250.” I sucked in again and the disc moved to 1500. The doctor then commented somewhat lamely, “Wow…and not even a cough…” and turned away saying, “Well…maybe you could practice using that thing if you think you need it…” I went back to sleep.
Anyway, I am now back home, pretty sore, badly bruised, stapled back together, and facing a 6-8 week recovery process. Physical healing is only part of the healing. Mental, emotional, and spiritual healing also has to be done. When something completely unexpected happens, there is a feeling of betrayal, a creeping distrust of the body and the world, and tinges of fear that it could happen again. The fear will dampen your spirit, so that’s why the healing has to be full circle – physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual.
I’ll close here, but want to say a special thank you to Daphnee for keeping you informed of what was happening. Another big thank you to JC, Julie, and Elena for gathering people in a healing meditation. And a huge thank you along with deep gratitude to all of you for the beautiful thoughts and wishes for healing and the miracle of consciousness that ended the pain. Things may be a little slow for me over the next few weeks, but I’ll be back even if it’s just with a few written things for everyone."
- Penny Kelly
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"Hello to everyone out there, Patreons, YouTubers, and the many others who sent good wishes and healing energy my way last week. I cannot thank you enough.
I thought I would share what sent me to the hospital, and then, even more importantly, what happened when your thoughts, prayers, and healing energy began flowing in my direction.
I woke up on Monday, Feb. 13, and rolled over to look at the clock. It was 7:33 a.m. When I rolled over, there was a strange feeling that moved through my abdomen and almost immediately, I had the first of some very sharp pains that I thought were gas pains…but they were not. I thought they would go away, but that was not the case.
Things only got worse from there. Pain spread through me like I have never experienced in my entire life. I did a set of coffee enemas – no change. I tried positioning myself in every position I could think of – laying on my right side, left side, stomach, back, butt up, butt down, sitting, standing. No change. I did my breathing exercises, worked with light, tried humming, vibration, and tapping. No change. I got on the BCX and ran programs for gall bladder, cholecystitis, gastritis, and general healing. Nothing helped. Around 11:00 a.m. I called a friend to ask that he run his BCX for me. By 2:30 p.m. I left a message for Dr. Nusbaum asking if he knew of anything I could do transdermally, but he didn’t call back.
At that point, I had done everything I knew. I called my son, Nate, and had him take me to the Emergency Room at Lakeview Hospital. They did a CAT scan and found a “closed loop bowel obstruction.” This was quite a shock to me because I knew that bowel obstructions were a life-or-death condition and required immediate emergency surgery.
Lakeview sent me by ambulance to Bronson Hospital where I had surgery late at night. The small bowel had gotten caught in some old scar tissue, and when they cut out the scar tissue, the bowel immediately turned pink and showed evidence of peristalsis. The good news was that the bowel had not begun dying, which would have required a portion of it to be cut out and the two ends sewn back together…a much more difficult situation.
So that is the basic story of what occurred.
But the rest of the story is perhaps even more important. By the time I first arrived at Lakeview Hospital, the pain was so intense that I could hardly breathe and was having a hard time staying present. They gave me fentanyl, then dilaudid, and oxycodone, and Flexeril. These are heavy-duty narcotic drugs, and they were continued after the surgery. The incision was large, I felt like my insides had been treated by an egg beater, and the day after the surgery was a haze of pain and drugs. Wednesday was no different until the evening when it was as if the pain had suddenly been switched off. It was like someone flipped a switch! I stopped taking the drugs, and late at night I was well enough to sit up.
I felt bad that I had not been able to do the Tea & Consciousness, so I opened my iPad and went to Patreon to see if Daphnee had canceled things. There was the announcement of the healing meditation done by JC, Julie, and Elena and so many wonderful thoughts people were sharing. It made me cry…and I was struck by the realization that the outpouring of love and healing energy was the reason the pain had suddenly disappeared. The pain never came back! I think it’s important for you all to hear this because it’s a demonstration of the power of consciousness. Look what we can do when we work together. Miracles happen!
I’m wondering what other miracles we could accomplish if we put consciousness to work. I think I’m going to explore that a little further once I have completely recovered.
The doctor came in the next day, which was Thursday, and said I was doing so well that I was free to go home if I wanted to. My reaction was, “I’m outta here…!!!” and I came home Thursday evening, then slept for the next three days, no pain pills needed.
I will close by saying to all of you listening or reading this that I am so glad I took care of myself for all these years because I needed that core strength to get me through this past week. Yes, over the years it was nice to be able to move like I was still 25 years old. Yes, it was flattering to hear people say I looked 20 years younger. And it was personally rewarding to have the energy to work long hours to share what I’ve learned over the years and to help guide and support a few people as they moved toward their own wisdom, grace, health, and power. But the real reason I am so glad I took care of myself was that I needed that reserve of health and good nutrition to carry me during a time of no food, all kinds of drugs being injected into the body, and the healing demands created by a serious excursion into the core of the body to correct a life-threatening event.
I am so glad I took the time to exercise daily, spent the money to ensure good nutrition, and took time to do the detoxes regularly. It was like money in the bank when the crisis hit. My core strength is in need of serious replenishment, but my arms, legs, lungs, and brain were wonderful backup support systems.
Let me share a funny little story. The doctors came in on Tuesday morning and said I had to “breathe in while sucking on a plastic tube” that raised some kind of disc to the level of “750.” I mumbled that I practiced some serious breathwork and even taught others how to do it, then did the in-breath as directed and the disc moved to 1000. The doctor exclaimed, “Whoa! That’s not enough of a challenge! Let’s move the disc to 1250.” I sucked in again and the disc moved to 1500. The doctor then commented somewhat lamely, “Wow…and not even a cough…” and turned away saying, “Well…maybe you could practice using that thing if you think you need it…” I went back to sleep.
Anyway, I am now back home, pretty sore, badly bruised, stapled back together, and facing a 6-8 week recovery process. Physical healing is only part of the healing. Mental, emotional, and spiritual healing also has to be done. When something completely unexpected happens, there is a feeling of betrayal, a creeping distrust of the body and the world, and tinges of fear that it could happen again. The fear will dampen your spirit, so that’s why the healing has to be full circle – physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual.
I’ll close here, but want to say a special thank you to Daphnee for keeping you informed of what was happening. Another big thank you to JC, Julie, and Elena for gathering people in a healing meditation. And a huge thank you along with deep gratitude to all of you for the beautiful thoughts and wishes for healing and the miracle of consciousness that ended the pain. Things may be a little slow for me over the next few weeks, but I’ll be back even if it’s just with a few written things for everyone."
- Penny Kelly
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