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Disabled To Able
Disabled To Able
Disabled To Able
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Disabled To Able

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My health problems have never defined me―I’m a Pollyanna! I have always seen life as a glass half full. I can find a positive in a negative, and this attitude has helped me throughout my life.

I had read about the death of a woman who was a world-renowned talented artist and a vibrant creative woman known by royalty and the heads of state. She was someone whom my husband and I had met, liked, joked with, and who was left in crippling pain from nerve damage after surgery. She had fallen to her death from her high-rise apartment and was now lost forever.

Her loss resonated with me as I too have endured intense pain that goes for months on end and experienced a mindset where you cannot think straight and have felt close to the edge.


Hearing of this tragedy was one of the reasons why I decided to share my story in the hope that you explore the many ways that we can heal our bodies and our minds through alternate therapies.

I hope, by sharing my story of being on a disability pension and being told I would be wheelchair-bound, this book will help you discover your own healing journey.

I want to share with sufferers of chronic pain that there are ways we can heal our bodies and our minds.

The key lies in finding the therapy that resonates with you―be it acupuncture, hypnotherapy, EFT kinesiology, hydrotherapy, energy healing, homeopathy, essential oils, or one of the many others on offer. I have tried all of these methods, and continue to use those I love still, as they all have a place in my ongoing healing. I hope that, by sharing my story, I can help others reclaim their lives.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJan Kuperman
Release dateDec 12, 2020
ISBN9781922461117
Disabled To Able
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Jan Kuperman

Jan Kuperman's life has been filled with adventure and travel. Her family moved constantly from when she was seven and her childhood was spent moving from school to school. By the age of fourteen, she'd lived in three different countries and attended twelve different schools. A gypsy of sorts, she found herself learning and growing with a diverse and ever-changing mix of people and experiences. Her working life was also transient, with a range of diverse and varied jobs by the time she was 30. This upbringing brought with it the skills of adapting, constantly learning, and a willingness to take new paths.Jan found a great job working in a hospital where she, unfortunately, contracted two viruses simultaneously. This event, and her body's reaction, was what lead her on a harrowing path of pain and suffering. Little did she realise then that this experience would leave her with a disability that would change her life.Through a series of health-related problems and misdiagnosis, Jan faced a bleak future and was told she would become wheelchair-bound for life. Through her determination to find the answers to regain her health, she began a journey of discovery outside the medical field. She would uncover new pathways and modalities where her own body, mind and spirit could begin to reverse the damage that was once thought to be irreparable.Her book, Disable to Able - from suffering to enlightenment is the story of her inspiring journey

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    Disabled To Able - Jan Kuperman

    Author’s Note

    My health problems have never defined me—I am a Pollyanna! I have always seen life as a glass half full. I can find a positive in a negative, and this attitude has helped me throughout my life.

    Recently, I read this quote on a Facebook group page called Love Wide Open:

    I don’t think anyone understands how tiring it is to act okay and always be ‘strong’ when, in reality, you’re close to the edge. (anonymous)¹

    Personally, I live out the alternative to this way of thinking. I understand how tiring it can be to put on a brave face, but if you do keep putting on that brave face your body goes with you. Feeling up when you feel full of pain helps you through those days.

    Over a year ago, I read a headline in the newspaper, Industry mourns the loss of … The woman who had died was a world-renowned and talented artist, well-known to royalty, heads of state, and celebrities worldwide. After her cancer operation, she had been left with unbearable pain caused by nerve damage. A vibrant, funny, and creative woman, she had fallen to her death from a high-rise apartment and was now lost forever.

    She was just sixty-two years of age and her suicide rocked me to my very core, as this wonderfully creative woman was someone my husband and I had met on occasion, joked with, and liked very much. Her loss of life resonated with me as I too have endured intense pain that goes for months on end. At times, I’ve felt close to the edge, and experienced a mindset where you can’t even think straight from the pain. At the time, I wondered if she had explored alternative therapies.

    This woman’s death was one reason I have written this book. I want to share with sufferers of chronic pain that there are ways we can heal our bodies and our minds. The key lies in finding the therapy that resonates with you—be it acupuncture, hypnotherapy, EFT (Tapping) kinesiology, hydrotherapy, energy healing, homeopathy, essential oils, or one of the many others on offer. I have tried all these methods, and continue to use those I love still, as they all have a place in my ongoing healing. I hope that by sharing my story, I can help others reclaim their lives.

    As Natalie Goldberg wrote in her book, Old Friend from Far Away:

    We write a memoir not to remember, not to cling, but to honour and let go.²

    So here I am honouring and letting go.

    Trying Times

    It’s April 2020 and we are in the midst of a worldwide pandemic. We are being told that the only way forward is to self-isolate. There is an old African saying that says, It takes a village to raise a child. More than ever, we need to feel part of a community. From what I’ve seen on social media, I believe that this building of community is happening at a rapid rate. I have recently joined the Australian branch of Lynne McTaggart’s Power of Eight group³, sending good intentions out to the world.

    Peaceful and loving thoughts bring about peaceful and loving results. At the moment, our world seems to be more fear-based. Who can blame us? We are being bombarded with negativity through the media at the most prime times of day, on both social media and through our home TV. At times, I have found this negativity overwhelming, and have needed to turn off the news bulletins.

    Even our homegrown internationally known healer, shared with us this morning via social media that he had a small scare, thinking that he might have succumbed to the virus. After giving his body some rest, and releasing the fear, he is now at peace with the ongoing situation we all find ourselves in.

    People have changed. They are now seeking ideas of how to help. I believe this shows that the fear is abating. We are living in a world that is all about increasing rates of isolation. One positive to come from this is that people are reaching out more and more, in many different ways, helping to raise each other’s spirits which, in turn, improves our wellbeing.

    From Able to Disabled and Back Again

    Way back in May of 1985, on a trip to visit an old family friend in Tasmania, I met two fascinating women. One was an old European lady, picking flowers in her garden, up in the hills behind Hobart. She was making and using Bach flower remedies. I learned that Bach remedies were made from the petals of flowers, distilled in water, and mixed with a small amount of brandy. These thirty-eight remedies were developed by homeopath Dr Edward Bach in the 1930s to gently heal a range of ailments and emotional issues. The other woman I met was helping a farmer’s horse with back issues, using a form of hands-on energy healing from Japan. I was fascinated. At the time, I thought her work was a kind of chiropractic or massage treatment.

    What further amazed me was that, through this energy therapy, this second woman was also helping the farmer to heal. Deformed and frozen by arthritis, the man was suffering constant pain. After watching, I asked for a session with her too. I was interested in feeling this in my own body what the farmer might have felt when receiving this magical energy. Little did I know that just a year later, I would personally experience the same chronic pain and restriction of movement, and endure deformities in my hands, fingers, and feet. Like this farmer, I would also find relief through energy healing.

    During my years of disability, I often wondered what the purpose was of living a life so restricted and painful, especially as my life before had been so full of movement. Faith healing, the laying on of hands or spiritual healing, as it is called, was the dominant alternative healing tool practised in Australia during the 1980s. It was early in that decade too that Reiki was first introduced to Australia by American Reiki master, Beth Gray. In the mid-1980s, American author, Louise Hay, printed the first Australian edition of her short book, You Can Heal Your Life (1984). These healing therapies, modalities, and philosophies coincided with my own diagnosis of chronic arthritis.

    Following a bike accident in 1986, American scientist, Joe Dispenza, was told he would never walk again. In his 2017 book, Becoming Supernatural. How Common People are doing the Uncommon, Joe explains how ordinary people can do the extraordinary, make enormous changes to their health, and reverse disease in their bodies. For me, this was a whole new way of thinking about the health and wellness of my mind and body.

    We all have something to share and to offer, and everyone is here for a reason. This is my story of how, after living on an invalid pension for over three years, I overcame my disability, and returned to a fully functional and pain-free life. A psychiatrist and staff at my pain clinic had told me that I would be wheelchair-bound for the rest of my days. Like Joe Dispenza and many others, I didn’t believe what I was told, and I looked for alternatives.

    My dabble with being disabled (and I say dabble because it was only three years of restriction out of my life) led me on a path of trying many different and exciting healing methods. I read self-help books, attended seminars and workshops, for which I am so grateful. These learnings, and the people I have met along the way, have enriched my journey which I am still taking, and I would like to pass on what I have learnt.

    Chapter 1

    Chicken Feet for Hands

    The first wealth is health.

    —Ralph Waldo Emerson

    One morning, I couldn’t move. My whole body felt trapped, as if locked inside a suit of armour. Lifting my hands to the light, they were contorted and looked like chicken feet.

    I lay there for hours and grew increasingly frustrated. I lived alone, so no one was there to see me struggle. I thought then that having someone there would have been a great help.

    So here I was, unable to move, but I needed to get out of this bed.

    When, I had manoeuvred my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, half the day had passed. By then, who knew whether I had needed to be anywhere? I couldn’t have cared less how important or otherwise any plans may have been. In previous weeks, this type of thing had happened occasionally, but it had never affected me for so long or so completely. The challenge and frustration gave the term taking things slow a whole new meaning for me. I felt like I was sinking into quicksand.

    Large nodules protruded from every joint on every finger of both my hands, and they were swollen, red, and so painful. My once-nice hands with slim fingers now looked like twisted and ugly claws that were unrecognisable to me. It made me a little sad when I looked at them.

    Once standing, the next goal was to find shoes to wear. My feet had swollen from my regular size seven and a half up to a size eight or at one time up to a nine which at first was quite alarming. I’d never know from one day to the next what size my feet would be. My shoes had to be ones that were easy to slip on and off.

    I felt completely useless, as at times, I was unable to lift a phone or open my front door. Living in a ground floor flat, I had a sliding door that I often left unlocked as there was a short brick fence that I

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