FREE FROM THE ALCOHOL
I SAW IN ME ANOTHER WOMAN

Dipped of forces that I can even explain to you exactly from where it came, i began to reerguer my objectives. I met again my goal.
My life.
I concluded that i could not delegate to anybody the decisions that i needed to take.
I would fit to me, only to me, to decide my direction.
To retake the rudder, guideless, and addressing for the direction intended by me.
I can guarantee: as it is worthwhile!
As we were accomplished ourselves in the small progresses that pass coming.
One of the first decisions, I remember well, was to sell my house to pay off the contracted debts for businesses badly done, debts of my husband done in my name…
Yes, you will say, how much ingenuousness!
To pay bills and to lend money for the husband and to break the face…
Yes.
We took this risk.
It is not any shame.
Passionate, we make things that even God, of the high of his wisdom, could doubt that we would be capable.
We are as all the other ones, subject to what the heart asks.
Any news in that.
Know you that in the middle of this affectionate enfrentamento with my husband he told me that the motor, of his car, a Volvo 86, had melted and that he could not work because he was without car.
I asked him immediately :
- How much does it cost a new car? He answered in the tip of the language: 13.500 dollars but that he only possessed 2 thousand dollars.
Immediately I made a deposit of the remaining.
Some months later I arrived there and I found a beautiful Taurus and none of my accomplished demands.
The car was not in my name, he had not bought the expensive vehicle, isto é, he had made a leasing, with countless installments the be paid…
With the process of my retirement solved,
i needed to recover the lost time.

I still had not reacquired my force of putting a final point in that relationship that only wore away.
I still needed clearly one time to see the facts.
To win time I formed an alliance to my medical knowledge with beautician's course.
I had not finished the proofs that graduated me to be a medic l in united States.
They were difficult times.
My husband continued drinking.
I don´t.
Thanks to God.
With that the discussions only increased.
In one night, he tried to beat me. He lifted the hand in my direction and i screamed:
- If you beat me I will go to the police station. I will make a complaint against you.
I opened the door, I expelled him of the house.
He passed the night in the street and i thinking about what i was doing with me, until that I was surprised by an immense noise.
He had broken the glass of the window to try to enter home.
I called the police station and asked for protection.
The day dawned and I decided:
I called the aerial company, marked my passage, canceled the course and embarked heading for Brazil.
They were three months of connections and he asking me to return, asking me for forgiveness.
I knew that i continued loving that being that nor I knew how to explain more than was.
I forgave him frequently.
Duelava between the emotion and the reason.
In one day I saw catched me for the emotion.
I decided to play the last letter.
I went back to the United States. To the house that one day had been mine also.
I discovered there that he didn't have paid the American Income tax properly. Serious infraction. He was notified and had the passport confiscated. Plus he could not leave the country.
I continued living with him, very distant one of the other.
I started to sleep at another room.
Even with all of the problems I had gotten to create an import company of export and import - the Vital Import Export Corporation.

I worked and studied. On the eve of the definitive test of the basic matters of USMLE, at seven o´clock in the morning, I receive a phone call of my sister that lived in California announcing me the result of a medical examination: she was with sharp leukemia.
At the same time my mother, in Brazil, was making a definitive colostomia(conferir) - the placement of an external bag in the hole done in the intestine - caused by the return of a tumor.
My marriage, already completely finishing, reached the end, but, only for me. Months later i said to my husband that i wanted the divorce.
I had suffered and i was suffering for larger challenges than that destroyed love.
It was too much for me to try to redo my loving life with that man.
It was out of my limits.
I faced tests and a very deep pain: the one of to be medical and to be far away from my mother, exactly on that moment.
I did of the guts heart.
From New York i called daily, well very earlier, to Brazil and at night to comfort my sister in Los Angeles.
They were several months of chemotherapy for both.
Some time later my sister made an irradiation of the whole body. I went to see her. A merciless suffering.
Time in that i could be beside her the whole time.
While i also accompanied my mother's treatment i researched unceasingly.
I read all of the possible authors, I reviewed all the researches for cases as the one of her.
It was there that I discovered a product originating from the sea. For the medical studies THESE, in solid doses, have effect antineoangiogênico(conferir), isto é, it doesn't allow the formation of new blood vessels. With that, the tumors start to be less fed. I prepared a super allied alimentary diet to vitamins, medicinal herbs and salts minerals.
Everything that i had learned with the alternative American medicine i applied in my mother.
She got to take 30 capsules OF THE PRODUCT. That, together with the chemotherapy plus the supplements of vitamins e herbs.
In a day of a deep despair i got to ask to the oncologist if the treatment with the chemotherapy was to cure or so that she died without pain.
And he answered:
- It is to die without pain.
I saw in my mother's look the melancholy of a deaf despair.
Already without tears.
We left of there and I insisted with her:
- We won't discourage.
We will continue with our treatment.
Trust me and in God.
It was a mixed of scientific wisdom and a lot of will of seeing my mother free from that endless torment.
Her organism went reacting little by little.
The chemotherapy sessions were being reduced and i intensifying the alternative treatment. Since 1997 my mother doesn't make any traditional treatment. I never left that she stopped the alternative treatment
She had gone by one harder test. She had gotten to face the death well close to me.
We had expired. Her and me.
I was with my mother, well to my side, believing that it was under control.
But exactly with the alternative medicine?
I wanted to know a lot more about it.
Ever since I developed protocols that have been helping together with the traditional medicine many patient to overcome the tragedy of the chemotherapy and of the irradiation.