The History of Theta Healing
By Vianna Stibal                                                          Page    |   2   | 

I felt as though darkness was gathering about me, and my ordeal was not over yet. My doctor sent me to the University of Utah for a biopsy. I was told that the procedure required that my leg be opened, allowing the doctor to go in and scrape my femur from the inside of the bone for a sample. I had no choice but to travel for four hours, in excruciating pain, for the biopsy. My husband at the time drove me to Utah and I was admitted into the hospital. It was necessary for me to be awake for the procedure, forced to listen to the sounds of the hammer and drill. I was advised to stay in the hospital overnight. Blake, my husband at the time, told the hospital staff that we were leaving because we had no insurance. I was too weak to argue with him. So, in incredible pain, I was bustled to the car and driven to spend the night at Blake’s brother’s house before the long drive home.

As I was leaving the hospital, I was told by the doctors that if I walked on my leg it would break. If this happened there would be no alternative but to amputate it to prevent the spread of cancer. I was also informed that I might only have a couple of months to live. This ordeal put me on crutches for six weeks; I was still in unbearable pain from the tumor. My life seemed to be falling apart. I hobbled around on crutches, living with constant pain and doubt as to how much longer I could actually survive. Still I went forward, continuing to see clients, not because of great courage or endurance but because I had financial obligations and my young children needed me. I felt that I had no one else to send them to in the event of my death. The very thought of my children being sent t to relatives, even to their father (who was paraplegic and ill), was unbearable. These thoughts gave me the will to live. Even though I was newly married to Blake, the relationship was anything but a true partnership. This relationship was an added burden to my declining health. I couldn’t just give up and die leaving my children alone.

Even though I was very sick, my intuitive abilities became even more accurate, as did my connection to the Creator. I had promised to do many things in my life and I felt that I had too much to do on this Earth to give up so easily. All my life I have believed that I had a higher purpose from a promise that I made when I was seventeen. Now I was uncertain if I would complete it. In confusion and sadness I sent forth a cry to the Creator, “Why me? Why am I loosing my leg? God, am I going to die? I have so much left to do! ”In the middle of this plea I heard a voice, loud and clear as if someone was standing right next to me in the room. “Vianna, you are here with or without a leg, so deal with it.” I was astonished with this answer. I didn’t know it at the time, but this answer was just what I needed. In that instant I became even more determined to find a way to heal my body.

Healers from the area where I lived heard of my plight and people came from seemingly everywhere to help me. Some were wonderful healers, which I am sure kept me going through the dark times. The prayers that where made on my behalf kept me alive. I still thank God for Alice and Barbara for helping to take away the pain. I was a pitiful sight; hobbling into my office, leaning on my massage table to do massages, and painfully struggling through readings.

Adding to my dilemma, I had developed a staph infection in my leg. I decided that enough was enough! I was going to treat myself. First, let me say that I have never been against conventional medicine. I believe that we should respect the opinions of trained health care professionals, and in most cases they are likely to be correct in their decisions. Even still, I felt that in my isolated case the doctors were wrong in their diagnosis of bone cancer.

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