The Next Step

In that September I phoned Amir to ask him to help with my stress levels again. He told me that he'd recently finished training as a practitioner in the “Lightning Process” - something that was really helping people with M.E. He said he'd seen a few people so far and they were all now well. He then said that Phil Parker, who developed the Lightning Process, had had a tremendous success rate; of the people who had M.E and went to do the Lightning Process, none of them were showing M.E. symptoms.

I was bed bound with the phone resting on the pillow and just about able to talk, and I was being told that people were getting better from M.E. What was I supposed to think or believe? I had always known that there was no cure. I had told Amir how ill I was, and I knew he wouldn't suggest something to me if he didn't think it would help, let alone train in it himself.

I was obviously very sceptical at first, but the more Amir told me, the more I found myself grinning. He then said that I'd have to go to see him to do it. I was in Shropshire, he was in South Wales. I couldn't get down the stairs, how on earth was I going to get to Wales?

I spoke to my Mum about it, and she was more sceptical than me. How could anything help me, let alone cure me? We both spoke to somebody else who had recently learned the Lightning Process and was now well, and we decided I had to do it because however ill I felt on the four hour car journey, I was going to be well the next day.

Back in those days there wasn't much of a waiting list, so I booked in for the beginning of October. That September felt like the longest month of my life! I went through 'aarrgghh I'm going to be well! What on earth am I going to do?', 'aarrgghh what if it doesn't work?' and everything in between!

A lot of preparation was made with massive help from my Mum and eventually the day arrived. With the help of my wheelchair and crutches I managed to get to the car. Mum made the front seat into a bed for me and off we went.

The journey was not fun. By the time we got to our guest house, I was nearly paralysed. I could just about move my hand and my head and eventually, with help, managed to get out of the car. There were steps up to the guest house which I would not manage. Two lovely strong men came to carry me straight from the car to my bed. I lay down feeling like death, attempted eating but didn't get very far, and eventually just went to sleep.

Recovery