"The Simple Pleasures of Life and the Most Important For Happiness and Peace of Mind" by Ralph Zuranski

Happiness is something many people take for granted!
Who would imagine sleeping in your own bed, wrapped in your electric blanket is one of the greatest joys of life. When my dad got home, it was his greatest wish to go directly to bed for some blessed rest that is rare at the hospital.

My dad still complains about the vampires always coming by to take some blood.
My dad labeled them vultures instead of vampires. I informed him the vultures come by looking for dead or almost dead patients so they can feast. The vampires can only get blood from the live ones. He laughed when he realized the distinction.

Life does not get any better if you focus on the small things.
When your take in to consideration a remote control, unlimited TV channels, good food and being in the bosom of your family, you realize it is the simple things in life that bring the greatest joy. Money, material posessions, cars, expensive jewelry, fine clothes and the other cares of the world are not very important when you have lost your health. So many people spend their lives accumulating wealth and material possessions but lose their health. Unfortunately, no amount of wealth or material posessions can buy lost health. Good health is one of life's greatest blessings.

The next part of the origninal Zuranski health crisis saga is below:
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"Thousands Have This Priceless Gift---But Never Discover It!" by Ralph Zuranski

The gift that few people ever discover is a trusting FAITH in the goodness of God.

Sometimes, it is very hard to believe God is kind, loving and compassionate. Does He really have a good reason for everything that happens in our lives and those around us?

Perhaps that is why catastrophic events occur in everyone's lives.

God is trying to get our attention. He wants us to realize we are not in control of events. He is!

After reading my last update on June 23 are you wondering how the move went?

Do you hate moving as much as I do? Probably it is something you dread with a passion. The two biggest curses I know are owning a truck and having muscles. Everyone wants your help when they have to move. What a pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thankfully, I don't own a truck...only muscles.

Miracles do happen in the most unsuspecting moments.

Right after I discovered the air conditioning was broken, I went outside onto the balcony to try to cool down. Where in the world was I going to find someone to help me move an entire household the next day?

To my amazement, an angel arrived in the form or my upstairs neighbor.

A young black man named Corey was standing in front of my door. He asked, "Is everything okay? I noticed your blue car has been gone for a long time. I got the feeling something was wrong."

My jaw dropped down to my knees when I found out what he did for a living.



After I quickly told the story of my mom's pneumonia and congestive heart failure and my dad's recent stroke, Corey informed me he and his brother Lamont moved furniture for a living. "We are off on Wednesday and would be happy to help you move."

Wow! Does God work fast or what?

After I recovered from my astonishment at this amazing little bit of divine intervention, it was back to the roasting pit. My organizing skills soon collapsed after trying to bring order to the chaos in my wife's dresser drawers.

"Why in the world would she save empty bottles of hair spray, makeup, deoderant, panty hose of all descriptions, endless changes of clothes, etc?

I just did not get it. At this point I was ready to throw all her possessions into trash bags and head to the dumpster. Would my guilty pleasure be worth her wrath? In a nanosecond I realized the truth...no way was I going to risk the fury of the queen.

"Was my male perspective on life and material possessions so depraved I did not know what was important in life?"

After about 4 hours, nothing mattered any more. Exhaustion was my companion...my bosum buddy. He embraced my tired body and whispered to my plumb tuckered out brain..."Go to sleep you idiot."

As I fell onto the cluttered bed, the female treasures poked me in the side.

I was beyond caring...dead to the world. A deep sleep obliterated the events of the month and the fear my dad would die before I arrived home.

The next morning dawned with a new hope and trust in God.

I had survived the night without heat prostration, altough my clothes were soaked with perspiration. God was good, or at least that was my attitude for the moment.

My anticipation of savoring the first cup of killer coffee with a big shot of expresso, motivated me to jump off the bed.

A caffeine buzz from a delicious cup of Starbuck's coffee beckoned. Luckily, there just happened to be a Starbucks across from Home Depot...how convenient.

Armed with a cup of powerful java, my trip to Home Depot ended in victory.

15 plastic storage tubs filled the back of my 1992 Lincoln Continental. My leisurely drive back to the apartment was a pleasant interlude before the hard work began.

Important errands needed to be accomplished before the intensive moving effort began.

My drive to CompUSA, to return a defective Sony PDA, took only a few moments. A young man recognized my problem immediately. He told me to pick out a replacement. I had wisely invested in their instant technology replacement warranty two years earlier.

Unfortunately, nothing was available for $599.99, the original price of the Sony Clie.

The employee offered to give me a store credit so I could buy a lesser unit. This allowed me to use the full amount of my intial investment. This was awesome...another miracle. Normally, there were tons of units in stock that matched or exceeded the price. This allowed me the opportunity to get some other technology I needed desperately without any outlay of cash.

Other errands filled the entire day as everything flowed smoothly.

I dropped off two bottles of New Vision liquids at "Nates," a friend's business in Addison, Texas, the best cajun restaurant in town. One was vitamins with Mangosteen and the other a bottle of herbs that help women be victorious over the uncomfortable sensations caused by the hormonal imbalances of menopause. Then I returned the toll tags.

My heart broke as I stopped by the healing center in Dallas where Janet and I went after she fractured her back when her car was totaled and I was smashed by a prematurely closing elevator door.

Doctor Gary and Andrew were compassionate and understanding. They were sorry to hear my tale of woe. Dr. Andrew, who is a master of SOT, balanced my sacrum(pelvis), occiput(skull) and thoracics(upper back) to prepare me for the heavy labor to come. I was sorry not to be able to say goodbye to one of the best rolfers on the planet, Richard Merbler.

Next was a trip to Dr. Al Johnson's Environmental Clinic in Richardson where the amazing Synchrodyne had found a home.

Dr. Johnson asked how my dad and mom were doing. He has hyperbaric chambers at his clinic for wound healing. I just wished my dad were here so he could benefit from the powerful infusion of oxygen into all his cells.

After a year's training, a new Synchrodyne guru was ready to help patients at Dr. Johnsons.

Frank Yousuf, the son of the owner of the Synchrodyne, tested me to determine what homeopathics would further balance out my energy fields and acupuncture energy. I needed every edge possible to survive the next couple of days. I tested him and wished his family a fond farewell.

As I was driving to the only Verizon office in Dallas that had a computer data transfer cable for my cell phone to check my email, my heart suddenly dropped into the pit of my stomach as the engine died in the middle of a busy intersection.

To Be Continued...

"The Only Way To Kill a Zuranski Is With A Silver Bullet!" by Ralph Zuranski

How can two people survive so many catastrophic illnesses?
My sister Denise really nailed it. "Wow! I thought dad would never survive the surgery. Mom is like the 'Energizer Bunny' even though she has congestive heart failure. It is amazing she walked all that distance from the car to the hospital and back on Wednesday and Saturday to drop off dad and pick him up. It seems the only way to kill a Zuranski is with a silver bullet!"

The Zuranski/Brown families have to be genetic mutants to triumph over so many health problems with flying colors.
Prayers from so many people really created miracles for both my mom and dad. Few realize the power of the prayers and the positive thoughts of others. The medical profession is just now realizing that prayer and positive thoughts can help people heal faster and have fewer complications, even if they are on the other side of the planet. After sending out over 1000 emails to pray for my dad, I cannot even imagine how many wonderful people were praying and having positive thoughts for my dad.

Man, was dad ever happy to get home and lay in his bed with a nice warm electric blanket cranked up to full power.
Dad cried on the way home and told Janet and I how grateful he was that we were taking care of him and mom. His gratitude knows no bounds. In fact, he thought Janet deserved a strong dose of Vitamin W (wine) and me some Vitamin T (tequila) for our efforts. It took only a second to fully agree. Also, every one decided to forget cooking and indulge in a big bucket of "El Pollo Loco" chicken. I even snuck over to "Sees Candies" to get my mom a two pound box of soft-centered chocolates. It was definitely a great time to celebrate...delicious chicken, chocolate, wine and tequila in moderation.

I hope everyone has Blessed Christmas and a Great New Year. I would love to send everyone a Christmas card, but my time is limited and prayers for you, your family and friends is the most I can do right now. Thanks again for your prayers and positive thoughts.

The next part of the Zuranski original catastrophic health saga is below:
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"Why do events often spiral out of control when our heart is breaking." by Ralph Zuranski

My heart aches when I cannot be with my dad as he fights for survival.

Sometimes, promises we make conflict with reality. I promised Carl Galleti that I would run the speaker powerpoints and take photos at his Internet Marketing Super Conference in Las Vegas. I had to prepare June 15 and June 16 to do my job.

Mom's birthday was on Wednesday, the day I had to fly to Las Vegas and my heart was breaking.

If only I could have celebrated this special day. We almost lost her 60 days ago, when she came down with pneumonia and congestive heart failure.

I love her so much that emotional conflict was at a maximum this entire day.

There is a huge problem with making a living. During this difficult time I want to spend as much time with my beloved parents as I can.

It could be their last days.

Because of the the importance of making a living, I may not be their to hold their hands and provide solace for their final moments..but I pray this is not the end of their days.

My day had to go into the more sophisticated hospital again to have the feeding tube adjusted.

The amount of pain and suffering is beyond belief....the twiligt zone of emotional pain. I am having such a hard time seeing dad plumbed with lines wandering off to different machines.

My agony at having to leave for the conference at this critical time tested my honor.

I had given my word to Carl and I needed to follow through. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

I saw dad for a few moments before I had to leave.

Luckily, he was able to sign mom's birthday card. I left it on her bed just before the cab took me to the airport.

"If only, if only, if only?" keeps flashing through my mind.

I pray my dad will survive until I return from the conference. I work from 7 AM to midnight each day. Taking photos and running the computers is a time consuming and stressing job. With my dad suffering, it is everything I can do to focus.

Why is it that when people learn about my family crisis they tell me about the death and disabilities of their parents?

Their tales of woe make me cry for their suffering and mine. We are bonded by emotinal pain and fear about what will happen in the near future. My heart is with my mom and dad, but my body trapped in Las Vegas.

It really creates a ton of emotional conflict when I know I won't be able to see dad and mom in the flesh until next week.

I have to fly back to Dallas after the conference. Exhausted totally will be my reality on Monday. 4-5 hours of sleep each night this week is not enough.

Time to put all of our possessions in storage and lives on hold.

I am not looking forward to packing all our possessions in the heat of a Dallas summer. The long, wild ride over 1500 miles, in the 100 degree summer heat without air-conditioning will be an experience.

I just pray dad will survive until then.

I wish the doctors were already using the critical healing and life saving devices I will be bringing with me back to San Diego. Why can not the conventional doctors and pharmaceutical companies be more open-minded and compassionate. The financial bottom line is not the most important thing in life.

Life is so frustrating when you can not help your loved ones when they are suffering.

When I get home, my first step will be to share with you all the things to keep you and your family members from going down this terrible trail. I will share all of Janet's and my secrets about health, that we have learned from the pioneers of Alternative Medicine in the Hall Of Fame.

To Be Continued....

"Hurray, We Get To Take My Dad Home Today!" by Ralph Zuranski

There is nothing new today other than my dad is still calling every fifteen minutes and asking us to come to get him and then not hanging up the phone so we cannot call out.
We get to pick up my dad today. I have to say unplugging the phone is a huge help in peace of mind. I don't know why dad keeps calling every 15 minutes and not saying anything and not hanging up the phone. I guess he is reaching out to us by phone because it is his lifeline to his family.

Oh well, by unplugging the phone I get to sleep all night.
This morning, I had the opportunity just to lay in bed when I woke up for as long as I wanted. It was an awesome experience. I forgot just how wonderful it was to lay there and do nothing by choice.

Sometimes you forget how much you sacrifice for those you love.
"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Proverbs 17:17 This scripture goes a long way in helping me remeber what my responsibilities are to my dad. If you are supposed to love a friend at all times, your parents and family members definitely fall into that category.

The original Zuranski story continues below. It deals with biorhythm knowledge, one of the most valuable things I have learned after 40 years of health research. The original creators really understood the value of biological cycles. Most of the biorhythm books totally missed the important information the researchers discovered.
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"How is it possible to deal with life's tragedies?" by Ralph Zuranski

Have you ever wondered why your relationships with certain people in your life are more intense?

As my dad suffers through the humiliation and depression of being trapped in a hospital bed, I know why it affects me so much. 1. He is my dad and I love him very much. 2. We travel along a similar physical energy path according to biorhythm theory.

When you look at the similarity of our physical biorhythm pathway, you begin to understand why I personally experience my dad's pain.

We travel the same physical energy path...100% compatibility. When he is low on energy or high, so am I. On the days when the energy crosses over the center critical line, bottoms out or peaks, we are unstable together.

During my lifetime, we experienced major conflicts because our emotional and intellectual cycles are almost opposites.

Even though we were the same physically, it was difficult to relate emotionally and intellectually. Our emotional and intellectual energy levels were very different.

My chosen life path was exactly the opposite recommended by my dad.

He said, "Follow in his footsteps. Get a steady job. It does not matter whether you like it or not. Marry a woman you love. Then have kids. Love them. Invest in their education. Buy a home because it will appreciate."

I did none of these.

My focus was health and desperately searching for things that made me feel better. Few could relate to the physical and emotional suffering that was my daily lot in life.

A 99-pound weakling does not get much sympathy from anyone, especially other kids.

Born three months premature, weighing only 3 pounds 8 ounces, the image of "Tom Thumb" was my reality.

Other kids were so cruel. They made fun of my scrawny body, big nose and gigantic ears.

My diet consisted of candy, donuts and Coke.

This terrible diet was funded by collecting pop bottles that had a 3 cent bounty for the small and 5 cents for the large bottles. At that time, everyone though sugar, fat and caffeine was fine as the all-American diet. It is no wonder my body did not grow or heal at a normal rate.

At an early age, the dentist pumped my mouth full of mercury amalgam fillings.

Some health researchers believe your health only has to decline by 25% before your teeth begin to rot inside your mouth. This was my reality.

Every six months, the trip to the dentist was a dreaded event.

At least 3-4 teeth needed new fillings. I hated the needle and Novocain, drilling and filling was a nightmare. Every night before the forced visit, I tossed and turned and sweated in fear of what the morning would bring. After a while, I refused the Novocain and grimly battled the hideous pain of drilling...torture beyond description.

As the fillings increased, the stranger I became psychologically...severe depression and allergies my miserable fate in life.

Last year, I finally had my body levels of mercury checked...they were completely off the charts. This was surprising since I had all the amalgams removed in the early 90s. Mercury toxicity and disrupting the acupuncture meridians related to each tooth were partially to blame for my youthful psychosis.

My poor diet, hormonal imbalances and pesticide exposure contributed greatly to my non-existent immune system and severe depression.

I will discuss my health path in the "Biorhythm Chronicles" in the near future as the events of taking care of dad and mom even out. It is important to go all the way back to life in the womb to understand why poor health plagued my life.

In second grade, right after receiving the Polio vaccine my eyesight deteriorated to almost legally blind.

There was only one style of glasses back then...black horn-rimmed glasses. Over the years, my peers kept telling me I was the model for "Mr. Potato Head" or Alfred E. Newman in "Mad Comics."

As the quintessential nerd, life was pretty miserable.

Since I looked like my dad when he was young, I hated my image...wished I was dead. My only refuge was reading books and comics.

The irony of my eyesight was that I had perfect vision for one foot.

After this distance, everything was a blur. Books became my world...fantasy my reality. I dreamed about the super heroes...wishing I was one.

This fantasy world filled my mind as my grades continued to suffer.

It wasn't that I was dumb, but only extremely hyperactive...perhaps an undiagnosed ADDHD child, before it was discovered. Often I though, "If only I had muscles and super powers, people would be nice to me."

My only solace was mom and books about real and fictional heroes.

We were very similar emotionally and intellectually. It seemed like our thoughts and attitudes were the same. Our bond was incredible. Take a look at our biorhythm compatibility. The similarity is amazing.

My dad soon became angry at me because of my attitude toward him.

Our perspectives and paths were so different. We could not agree on anything...upset with each other most of the time. Of course, I rebelled against everything he stood for...delighted in making him angry with my strange choices, bizarre attitude and preoccupation with fantasy.

Once I learned about biorhythms in 1970, my life and relationships with my parents suddenly made a lot of sense.

My daily journals were invaluable as my study in the effectiveness of biorhythms progressed at a rapid rate. Soon, I began to understand the unique relationships with my parents and others prominent in my life.

You either marry your mother or father.

Do opposites really attract in marriage and relationships? If you look at compatibility scores between my mom an dad and Janet and myself, it is obvious I married a surrogate for my dad. We both married opposites, to complete our own weaknesses. We decided the more difficult path of working on our own insufficiencies, as did mom and Janet.

PS Here is a link to a biorhythm software program I use. The software programmer has done a phenomenal job with this software for a Palm OS operating system. The awesome news is that this software is free. There are no biorhythm programs I know that are better. I have evaluated them all and this beats all the others by light years.

To Be Continued...

"Mom, Please Stop Organizing The Closets, Over, Over, Over and Over Again! by Ralph Zuranski

The golden years are not what my mom expected.
It has to be really frustrating for my mom. She had a wonderful life up until last year when she suffered pneumonia and congestive heart failure, all at the same time. Her life consisted of going shopping with my dad for food, going swimming every day at the mission beach plunge, taking care of her garden, watching her favorite television shows and eating the delicious for food prepared by my dad.

When my mom had her congestive heart failure and pneumonia, in March of 2004, I flew back to help my dad take care of her.
Even at that time, my dad said that he felt that he was getting weaker by the day. He said he was having a hard time taking care of her. He told me that in the near future, it might be beneficial if I could move back to San Diego with Janet and help take care of both of them.

How true that prediction actually was.
Just four months after my mom had congestive heart failure, my dad had his crippling stroke. I should have listened closer to his plea. I was too busy thinking about my own life and what I was doing rather than being attentive to what he was asking. He did not want to disrupt my life but knew he needed more help. I often wonder if I had read between the lines and moved back before he had the stroke it never would have happened. I guess hindsight is 20-20.

Life is a joy when everything is going your way, until your health is lost in a blink of the eye.
When your health is taken away from you by a catastrophic event, the joy of living seems to diminish to a great degree. That is what happened to my mom and my dad both.

After almost 15 months, my dad seems to be handling it better than my mom.
Mom loved her freedom and ability to just do the things that she wanted on a daily basis. It's tough for her to see my dad paralyzed in bed, and having to depend upon others for just about everything.

The Golden years are not what my mom expected them to be.
My dad's recent aneurysm and heart surgery really scared my mom. To keep herself occupied and her mind off the precarious situation of my dad, she organizes and reorganizes everything in the closets, constantly. She goes through her's and my dad's clothes, socks, shoes, books, etc., moving, packing, storing and sorting.

The kitchen has many things to keep her entertained.
Mom is always going through the refrigerator, moving food around and throwing away food and containers. Sometimes, I have no idea where anything is. It was there yesterday but today is a whole new story.

I know it's frustrating for her because it hard to find something that givers her life meaning.
When our parents get to the point where they have to depend upon their children for existence, their daily decision of how they will deal with the challenges of life determines their attitude.

I am often reminded of how important is to be thankful to God for everything.
It is so important to choose to be happy no matter what is going on. A lot of times, that is the only choice that you have...what your attitude is going to be. You're happy or sad depending on your choice.

Who would've ever imagined, that the choices we make in life on a daily basis so powerfully transform our experience of life.
Happiness, sadness, joy, fear and all the other emotions are our choice. Don't you think it's a good idea to choose to have a positive attitude and be thankful for what you have...especially at this time of year.

The most important part of the holidays is not shopping for and giving gifts and going into debt.
It is important to keep a positive attitude when we are trapped in a room with people who drive us up the wall. No wonder the holidays are a tough time of year for many people, especially when you throw alcohol, sugar, fat, sickness, the flu and stress into the holiday mix.

Happy Birthday Jesus!
Imagine what Jesus Christ sacrificed for us. His birth is the original reason for the season. I believe in celebrating Jesus's birth, life and death because it is through His love for us, we are set free from the consequences of our sins. He has given us eternal salvation, the greatest gift possible with out requiring anything from us other than our willingness to accept the free gift.

Next part of the original Zuranski catastrophic illness story.
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"Wow! Life Can Be So Challenging When Both Your Mom and Dad Are Suffering Catastrophic Illness!" by Ralph Zuranski

Mom had congestive heart failure so bad we had to take her to the emergency ward on Sunday.

She did so much better after they removed the excess water. She was home that day. Janet and I found out she was not taking her meds every day. That is why she almost died. Now we make sure she takes her medications. Unfortunately, when she takes her medications, she cannot sleep, because she has to go to the bathroom every hour. She is totally exhausted in the morning without a deep sleep. It is a Catch 22...no rest and staying alive. Wow! What a horrible choice between the quality of life and death. Janet and I agonize over the challenges facing us.

Dad is coming home tomorrow.

All of our Sin Jin Jyutsu is paying off. The only problem is we have to reconfigure the entire house. We had to tear out all the carpet. There are hardwood floors. I had to pull up all the staples and clean the hall and room where dad will be staying. We had to move out all the furniture before the carpet was removed.

It was an incredible amount of work removing all the furniture and carpet.

I cannot tell you how much work was involved. If your parents are in this zone...GET PREPARED! MAKE SURE THEY HAVE MEDICARE AND THE MAXIMUM AMOUNT OF SECONDARY INSURANCE. You will not be sorry.

I had no idea as to how much work it will be to take care of him at home.

Don't let your parents get into this situation if you can help it. It is unbelievable...the amount of stress on everyone. We spent the last two days learning how to take care of dad. It has blown my mind. Am I ready to change diapers, do physical therapy, do all the cooking and cleaning?

Am I man enough to step up to the plate to take care of mom and dad?

Would it be easier to take care of them when they were not experiencing crises at the same time? I don't know because the you know what is hitting the fan all at the same time. If only they had listened and chosen optimal health. Hindsight is 20-20. You have to accept the situation you are in.

Janet and I love my mom and dad, but what a challenge for 24 hour home health care.

Are we up to the challenge? I don't know at this time. We will keep you updated. Janet is working like a madwoman to transcribe my interview with Doctor Garry Gordon, MD, one of the most brilliant people I have ever met.

"Help! Get Me Out Of Here!" by Ralph Zuranski

Janet, my mom and I went to visit dad at the hospital yesterday.
Dad looked great. I joked with him about the surgery and chasing the nurses around the floor with one paralyzed leg...he appreciates hyperbole...exaggerating everything so much the bizarreness of it all just makes you laugh.

Dad was ready to get dressed and come home with us.
He was very upset that he could not. The doctor said he needed more recovery time. He did seem a little disoriented on what time of day it was.

How will I ever get any sleep?
Aaah! The opportunity to get some much needed sleep was a wonderful thought. As I lay down on my bed, I anticipated 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Suddenly, I was shocked awake by the ringing of the phone.
I leapt to my feet and raced to pick it up. It was my dad. "Come get me. My leg is itching really bad." I explained to my dad it was 11 PM and I was sleeping. He said, "Okay."

Every fifteen minutes after that the ringing of the phone broke into my efforts to get some sleep.
After the third time of telling dad I was sleeping and there was nothing I could do for him that late at night, I finally unplugged the phone. I guess with all the anesthesia, my dad does not realize he only has to tell me once about his desire to come home.

Dad must of called a million times with the phone ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing on his side but blessed silence on my end.
When I woke this morning, as soon as I plugged the telephone line into the phone, it rang. "Hi Dad, how is it going." "Ralph," he said, "I want to come home!" "I know dad. Wait till the doctor checks you out and I will come and get you." "Okay" he said and meekly hung up.

I will let you know how it goes.
Today, before dad comes home, Janet and I are escaping to the movies to see "King Kong." It is going to be an awesome day.

We will find out more today.

The original Zuranski health saga next part is below...
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"Why doesn't conventional medicine keep an open mind about new and ancient therapies that are effective?" by Ralph Zuranski

Why doesn't the conventional medicine doctors, nurses and hospitals keep an open mind?

On Sunday and Monday we spent time with my father. Friday and Saturday we were elated because he seemed to be getting a little better...if only in small noticeable steps.

These last two days, he does not look so good.

Dad still cannot swallow or move his left side. He can hold his eyes open for longer periods of time, but that seems to be decreasing. We both were very depressed today at his apparent decline. It is a day-to-day battle....forward-backward, one step forward-two back. At least, I pray this is true and that he will get better.

Dad hated the feeding tube down the the nose so he consciously or unconsciously pulled it out during the night.

How agonizing is it when you cannot enjoy the food you love? Dad is a gourmet cook. He loves food with wild flavors and different consistencies. The white liquid dripped into his stomach has no taste. Anything pumped down the nose and into the stomach bypasses all of the taste organs.

We wonder how in the world he could be getting the protein, vitamins and carbohydrates required to heal his body.

Can dad's body even identify this solution as nutritious? It is a frustrating situation when we are aware of the recommendations by the Doctors in the Alternative Medicine Hall Of Fame. If only the doctors and nurses would provide the therapies that would speed his healing and ease his suffering. Experiencing powerless promotes humbleness.

Years ago, there was a study on patients who were continuing to deteriorate over a period of months that were being fed through tubes.

For many years doctors and researchers wondered why patients who could not swallow continued to get sicker and eventually die. They were fed through tubes surgically inserted directly into their stomachs. After many studies over a long period of time, they were perplexed. The formula had been changed constantly without any improvement.

Finally, one brilliant researcher decided there must be a connection between the mouth, chewing and the process of digestion.

This one pioneering individual suddenly decided to have patients chew the same nutrient combination pumped into the stomach and then spit it out. In a short period of time the patients improved dramatically.

Just by chewing the food and then spitting it out, this activity sent valuable clues to the body's digestive system how to process the nutrients.

This is not rocket science! The chewing process signals to the digestive system what juices to add at each stage of digestion. Protein needs lots of acid. Carbohydrates require an alkaline medium.

When you mix two different food groups, like protein and carbohydrates, the acid and alkaline digestive juices cancel out each other.

This minimizes digestion and absorption. In many cases, the food becomes a toxic waste the body must neutralize. When people are in poor health, proper food combining is another secret technique that can make the difference between life and death, disease and optimal health. In the near future I will create a report on "Just How Important Food Combination Really Is!"

Dad had to be transported today back to a crisis medical care hospital to have a new feeding tube inserted down his nose and throat.

Before he left, I spent a half hour shaving his face, trimming nose, ear and eyebrow hairs growing out of control. He looked so much better after this intense beautification process. It is amazing just how prolific hair growth can be, even when someone is ill. Just this small act seemed to lift his spirits.

Still, I cried inside as his left hand and leg did not move...motionless.

He could barely talk. He coughed often to clear his lungs of the sticky mucus that constricts his breathing. While waiting for the ambulance crew, I secretly placed the Life Field Polarizer on his chest under his covers. We played Mozart's healing music to integrate his brain and calm his spirit.

Tenderly I placed my right hand on his left shoulder.

My goal was to provide a feeling or love and reassurance through human touch. Also, I wanted to transfer some of my own healing energy into his frail body.

According to acupuncture masters, energy comes into the body through the left hand and foot and exits through the right side of the body.

Energy then flows through the entire acupuncture meridian system. Then it exits the right side of the body. By placing my right hand on dad's left side, it is the most efficient method of transferring energy.

When the nurse came in to take another endless sample of blood we cringed.

Janet hid the Life Field Polarizer. Dad's poor veins rebelled at being assaulted one more time...most of them already black and blue from previous punctures. It was difficult to find a vein willing to provide one more drop of life's precious liquid.

Everyone hates needles and getting punctured.

It seems a cruel and usual process just about every patient suffers. Is it no wonder everyone fears experiencing any event that lands them into a hospital.

Why is it that in the last 60 days of the lives of senior citizens a heroic effort is made to keep them alive a few more days?

There is such a struggle in this country. It seems everyone focuses on keeping patients alive at any cost. Wouldn't it be more considerate to end their time on this earth in peace and dignity.

Is life so precious that the quality of one's existence is ignored?

Why torture elderly patients with all manner of punctures, tubes and tests. It is so frustrating and perplexing when simple inexpensive therapies exist that really make a positive difference.

If only the beneficial therapies that are used in some progressive, alternative medicine oriented hospitals and other countries were allowed in every hospital in the United States.

It would be great if the therapies patients received increased their health and speeded their recovery. Why prolong a patient's misery just to increase the hospital's financial bottom line?

If only we could stage a hospital break.

Janet and I considered pulling down dads covers, throwing him over our shoulders and racing for an exit. But, what could we do at home...no special bed, unskilled at inserting feeding tubes and IVs and untrained at physical therapy. Sometimes, a feeling of hopelessness permeates our beings like a dense fog obscures the bright, radiant sunlight.

We can only leave dad in the capable hands of God.

God is in control of all life. His ways are not our ways. In moments like these, our faith in a loving creator is our only hope and peace. When there is nothing you can do physically to change a situation, prayer seems the only avenue available.

Using something as beneficial as a Life Field Polarizer is scorned by most people.

Dad was one of the few who acknowledged that energy medicine has its own special place. He allowed me to place a Life Field Polarizer on an electric cord in the house 25 years ago. He did not question me when I claimed the polarizer would make the EMF radiation coming from all electrical devices strengthening rather than weakening.

All life including man consists of subtle electrical fields which control such vital functions as growth, metabolism, thought, movement, etc.

The human body, composed of ions, minerals and a high percentage water, is a strong conductor of energy and like metal is a very effective antenna structure. It has an inconceivably intricate biocomputer system which controls and orders biological processes.

The subtle energy field of the body provides the instructions for the reproduction, division, and function of all cells.

Any disruption in the integrity of this critically important biocomputer and subtle energy field can be devastating to the correct and effective functioning of all organ systems, especially the brain.

When I arrived home, the first thing I checked was to see if the Polarizer was still on an electrical cord.

Some how it had been moved off the electrical cord and was sitting uselessly on the carpet. We wondered it this simple device had contributed to good health for so many years. I immediately placed it back on the electrical cord, to protect Janet, my mom and myself.

Electromagnetic fields from power lines, appliances, radars, televisions, microwaves, and other electrical devices are dangerous to your mental and physical health.

The incoherent electromagnetic pollution produced by man-made electricity is similar in effect to the glare produced by incoherent light. Incoherent life energy is a major hazard to basic bioelectrical functions and, like incoherent light, must be properly aligned (Polarized) to be optimally useful.

Your home and office are filled with electrical wiring and devices which create electromagnetic pollution.

These unnatural energy fields, especially those produced by alternating currents operating at 60 cycles per second, are suspected of causing depression, cancer, leukemia, psychosis, and other mental and physical problems in unsuspecting individuals.

Recent studies of mice exposed for 30 days to 60 cycle electromagnetic fields of the strength approximating those found near high voltage transmission lines revealed some startling conclusions.

Changes in hormone patterns, body weight, and blood chemistries appeared. These were signs of chronic stress. They also showed a steady increase in degenerative disease---particularly those related to a decreased competency of the immune system, such as cancer.

Over the last 15 years, there has been scattered media coverage about the dangers of electromagnetic pollution.

Many researchers and scientists in this field were persecuted and ridiculed for their dire warnings of the dangerous affects of electromagnetic energy fields on living creatures. In 1989, news broadcasts, radio programs, television specials, magazines, and newspapers covered the topic of electromagnetic fields and their affects on human beings. The "New Yorker," "People," "Infoworld," "Newsweek," and "Discover" magazines carried articles exposing the frightening results of recent scientific studies.

They addressed newfound fears about the harmful affects of electromagnetic pollution created by power lines, appliances, machines, and computers.

Dr. Becker, M.D., author of "Cross Currents" and one of the most respected research scientists in this area, stated, "We now live in a sea of electromagnetic radiation that we cannot sense and that never before existed on this earth. New evidence suggests that this massive amount of radiation may be producing stress, disease and other harmful effects all over the world by interfering with the most basic levels of brain function."

In his book, "The Body Electric," Dr. Becker expounded on this theory on harmful effects of EMF radiation.

He said, "These dangers must be brought into the open so forcefully that the entire population of the world is made aware of them. Since our civilization is irreversibly dependent on electronics, abolition of electromagnetic radiation is out of the question. However, as a first step in averting disaster, we must halt the introduction of new sources of electromagnetic energy while we investigate the biohazards of those we already have with a completeness and honesty that have so far been in short supply." (page 328)

In "People Magazine," in December of 1989, Paul Brodeur, author of the "Zapping of America" and the "Currents of Death" discussed the alleged dangers posed by electromagnetic fields generated by high current power lines, electric blankets, and computer video displays terminals (VDTs).

He said, "Anyone who lives or works in an electromagnetic field is at risk. VDTs first came under suspicion in the late 1970s and early 80s, when a dozen or so unexplained clusters of miscarriages and birth defects were found in groups of women who worked with computers. In one group of computer operators at Sears in Dallas, eight out of 12 pregnancies ended in miscarriage or neonatal death. In 1988, the Kaiser Permanente Medical Care Program did a study of 1,583 California women who worked 20 hours or more in a week with VDTs and found they stood an 80 percent greater chance of miscarrying than women who did similar work without VDTs."

In the July/August 86 issue of "American Health," Nancy Shute talked about a study done in Colorado by Nancy Wertheimer which linked high current power lines and transformers to cancer in children.

In the December 89 issue of "Discover Magazine," David Noland explored updates in Wertheimer's research which indicated that the homes most affected were those closest to the transformers serving the largest number of people. She believed that the more power being drawn, the greater the electromagnetic field and incidence of disease.

Automobiles, planes, buses, motorcycles, and planes are now being recognized as powerful generators and receivers of electromagnetic field pollution.

Microwave and radar transmitters, CB radios, and radar guns all produce harmful electromagnetic fields which are absorbed by the metal parts in the vehicles and aircraft. The metal body in most vehicles and planes is acts like an antenna and concentrates all the different types of electromagnetic radiation. The body is also the ground for the electrical system. The spark plugs in conventional combustion engines emit strong pulses of electromagnetic energy every time they fire, bombarding unsuspecting passengers. No wonder most people feel exhausted after long trips.

You are probably wondering how you can protect yourself, loved ones, and pets from this damaging unseen force.

Life Field Polarizers are a solution to the adverse effects of electromagnetic pollution. The large Life Field Polarizer polarizes the incoherent electromagnetic energy in a building, vehicle, boat, and plane. The small Personal Polarizer helps to protect your body whenever you are not in a safe polarized environment. They effectively combat the harmful affects of electromagnetic radiation. They properly align life energy and produce a supportive electromagnetic environment similar to that which existed before Edison activated his first electric utility plant in 1882.

The complex technology which goes into the production of the Polarizers is a culmination of many years of research, study, and development.

The manufacturing process is strictly controlled and each polarizer is individually tested for strength.

You can correct the radiation problems in a building or home by placing the Life Field Polarizer on top of any electrical cord plugged into the electrical circuit of the building. When placed on the floorboard of a car or plane, it provides amazing benefits.

The small Personal Polarizers protect you when you wear one or more on your body.

Many people report marvelous health benefits and increases in vital energy. Once the body is protected from EMF radiation and the biocomputer starts working correctly anything is possible.

No specific health claims are made for the Polarizers.

When a person experiences health benefits it is because the body and brain are working the way they were designed to operate by God.

We know the Polarizers work because so many people feel better when they become polarized.

Animals are also beneficially affected. Kirlian photography, muscle testing, acupuncture, and high-tech computers prove that polarization really helps living system. Subtle energy fields, when balanced and protected from harmful EMF, may be the missing link to health and vitality many are searching for. For more info on polarizers go to: http://www.bewisepolarize.com

To Be Continued....

"How Can I Thank You?" by Ralph Zuranski

How can I thank you?
Your prayers and positive thoughts really made a difference for my dad. He sailed right through the surgery to fix the aortic aneurysm in his abdomen. All my family is very grateful for your help.

When I took dad and mom into the hospital yesterday morning at 5 a.m., the tension was palpable.
It was hard to believe that anyone that looks like an escapee from Auschwitz and the other death camps, could survive even a pricking of the finger.

My dad is 5 foot eight and only weighs 108 pounds.
We've done everything that we possibly can to the sum up, but nothing seems to work. Those darn medications have destroyed his hunger.

Dad is out of the intensive care ward and has been moved to his own room.
He is a little disoriented. About 12 midnight last night, the phone was ringing and I thought, "Oh my God, my dad has died." But, it was my dad calling me thinking that my mom and my wife and myself were out in the hallway trying to get in to see them.

Dad demanded that the nurse call our telephone number or just to see if we were out there in the hall.
I talked to him for a little while and he seems a little delusional, but that is commonplace for people that go under the knife. It is an aftermath of the anesthesia. I guess you'd say the anesthesia is taking a person as close to death as you possibly can and still bring them back after the procedure is done.

We are excited about going in to see him today.
Dad still has a few days in recovery in the hospital. We pray he does well and that that nothing goes wrong. We hope to bring him home for a miraculous, joyour Christmas. Hopefully, his recovery will be fast and completed in a short period of time.

Again, thank you so much for your prayers and positive thoughts. It was you who made the difference between life and death.

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"Why do the simple, natural therapies have a beneficial impact on everyone?" by Ralph Zuranski

Hurray! My dad is showing improvement in small steady steps.

He can now open his eyes for a few precious seconds. His speech is slightly slurred but he makes perfect sense. He has not lost his dry wit or sense of humor. He recognizes everyone and is making jokes about his situation.

Who would have ever imagined the tremendous beneficial impact loving family members can have on their sick or injured loved ones.

Often, simple things like massaging the reflex points in their hands and feet and auricular points in the ears has an amazingly valuable impact. People, even when they are not sick or injured, are desperate for human touch.

Wouldn't you kill to have some one rub your hands, feet and ears?

The power in the massage is knowing where the points are located that need special attention. You want to concentrate on the energy points directly related to the injured or malfunctioning areas. If you are willing to sacrifice a little of your time and healing energy, you to can help your family members dramatically.

Also, the health professionals won't be freaked out by your actions.

Secretly, they are wishing you would massage them next. In most cases, they deserve a quick massage for all their diligent hard work caring for your family member!

Of course, this would be a great thing to do on yourself and for other family members to keep them healthy.

After a person has their hands, feet and ears massaged even once, they are anxious to receive these tender ministrations as often as possible. Why not get a reflex hand and foot roller for yourself. They only cost a few dollars. Then you can use it daily. Massaging your hands and feet by just rolling them over the reflex roller on the floor is so simple, yet so incredibly powerful.

You will be amazed at how sore the points on your hands and feet are initially.

When you look at the hand and foot reflex charts and locate your sore points, you will be astounded at direct relationship to your health problems. It is incredible how fast these sore points disappear. Massaging your hands, feet and ears should be a daily part of your new health plan.

When you are consistently massaging yourself, you will experience in a few short days enjoyable feelings of well-being and better health.

This is one of the cheapest and fastest ways to increase your health and vitality. The subtle energy systems balance throughout your entire body rapidly. I carry my inexpensive hand and foot roller where ever I travel. It is worth its weight in gold.

One of my missions as the "Holistic Health Human Guinea Pig" was to research holistic health therapies.

We traded memberships to the practitioners in exchange for my treatments. It was one of the major missing links to my health challenges.

What better way to see if the therapies were a fraud or really worked than testing them out on my own body.

Many of the therapies were beneficial, but at that time in history very revolutionary. The local "Holistic Health Newspaper" wrote articles about my experiences. The practitioners were invited to promote their therapies at monthly seminars for "Family Fitness Center" members. Every one loved the seminars and learned a lot.

Unfortunately, the owners of "Family Fitness Centers "were threatened with the loss of their lease for the La Jolla center if the seminars continued.

The conventional medical center that owned the property considered the therapies quackery. The practitioners were frauds of the worst order. The owner of "Family Fitness Centers" told me to forget the "Holistic Health Guinea Pig Program," dump my super hero for health, Captain Biorhythm, and return to being Ralph Zuranski. He said, "You will get met more credibility without all that other bizarre stuff."

To Be continued...

"The Story of the Day Before My Dad's Big Event!" by Ralph Zuranski

Well, tomorrow's the big event, game time for my dad.
The big abdominal aortic aneurysm surgery is tomorrow at 7 AM. I have to drop him off at the hospital at 5 AM. If you have a few spare moments, please keep my dad and family in prayer or think positive thoughts that he will survive this operation.

Gratefulness has a lot to do with choosing happiness and a positive attitude.
"Experience is not what happens to a man, it's what a man does with what happens to him." from God's Little Devotional Book for Men. This is one of the greatest lessons any one can learn. About the only choice you have in life is how you will respond to the the events that occur in your life that you have no control over.

After the last year and half of taking care of both my mom and dad, I've learned that the most important things in life are the people that God puts along your path to help, to hold and to cherish.
Sometimes, it is so hard to sacrifice your own personal desires for wealth, success, power, material possessions, expensive cars, big houses and all the great temptations of life. But, ultimately, this life is all about the people that are made in the image and likeness of God that you have the privilege of knowing and loving.

I guess I'm just kidding myself that I have even one more second on the face of this planet.
You never know when your moment in time to pass from this earth into judgment occurs. It is a pretty good idea to be ready to meet your maker every moment of every day. I think that is one of the great things about taking care of people who are dying, you see just how fragile life is and what a special gift. If you wake up and you are alive, it is a great day no matter what happens.

When you love people dearly, and they love you in return, it is so incredibly hard to think that they won't be around any longer.
You experience a great void in your life even before they are gone. Just the thought of their loss is so hard to bear. You wonder how you can even exist without their kind words, incredible compassion and Godly example. But, you know they will be much better off with their glorified body. There'll be no more paralysis or pain...no more tiredness and no more frustration at being at the mercy of those around you.

If it was up to me, I would keep my dad around for a very long time, just because he is such a great guy, sweet spirit and incredible safe port when trials and tribulations assualt my senses and fears arise.
Fortunately, the decision of life or death is out of my power. It is in the hands of God. He is the one that decides who will live and die and when. I take great comfort knowing that He actually knows what He is doing and has a special plan for every person's life. If they willing to follow this unique path they will experience the ultimate fulfillment of the purpose for which they were created...total completion, absolute peace and incredible joy.

As I meet all the people that my dad has touched through his compassion, kindness and love, I realize that ultimately, the pleasures and material possessions are of a minimal value compared to helping even one soul get to a better place in their life journey.
Of course, I don't want to think the worst, that my dad may not survive the surgery. But, ultimately, I'm a realist. There is a high probability he will not survive.

That is where you come in to the picture.
The most powerful vehicles for traveling to the land of HOPE is faith, prayer and positive thinking. If my dad survives, It will be because of all of you who invested a moment of your precious time to think positive and lift my family up in prayer.

As I sit here with warm, salty tears snaking their way down my cheeks, over my parted lips and then splashing on my keyboard, I think of just how selfish I really am.
My heart aches at the possibility of losing my dad. Of course, I love my dad and will miss him greatly if tomorrow is his last day on earth. But, I have to think about him and the great rewards that are stored up for him in heaven.

With me as his son, I am confident he is in for an amazingly joyful eternal experience because of all the suffering and grief I caused him and my mom.
St. Peter is going to say when he arrives at the Pearly Gates, "Ralph your were a good husband to Winnie and a great father to Ralph. I am sure you never imagined he would require so much faith, prayer and huge infusions of cash. I don't know how you did it. You son was prodigal enough to test even the patience of Job. Come on in. Do we ever have an awesome mansion waiting just for you, thou good and faithful servant."

The next part of the original Zuranski "reality smacks you in the face" saga
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"How could anyone feel more overwhelmed than when catastrophic diseases strike down your parents and you have deal with two separated families?" by Ralph Zuranski

Physical and emotional pain are hard to beat, especially when they are slugging you upside the head all at one time.

It is 5 AM Dallas time and feels like 3 AM with the two hour difference from San Diego. I am exhausted beyond recognition, even after sleeping for 5 hours. With all that is going on, deep restful sleep seems only a dream from the past. After working from 7 AM to midnight for the past four days at the "Internet Marketing Super Conference" by Carl Galletti, in Las Vegas, exhaustion is reality, hopefully not my permanet fate.

Few people realize just how much work goes into creating a successful conference.

When you are responsible for the computer, software, remote pointer, wireless connection and LCD projector, the responsibility is huge. Almost every speaker is dependent on their PowerPoint presentation running smoothly. This is critical since their performance is being video and audio recorded. Any glitch has huge impact on the entire event and the educational product being created by the seminar creators.

The computer geek arrives before anyone arrives and is the last to leave.

Setting up the computer, LDC projector, electronic pointer and connections to the cameras is a mind-boggling exercise in frustration. Every cord and wire is critical. The amount of mental concentraion is awesome. When you take into consideration I am also taking digital and 35 mm photos of the speakers and attendees, the complexity rises to a level beyond imagining.

Optimal nutrition is the only way to compensate for massive doses of coffee, Diet Coke, beef jerky, Snickers bars and chocolate.

Yes, you guessed it...cottage cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner with junk food breaks. To compensate for all the caffeine and junk food, I chug down liquid vitamins with Mangosteen and essential minerals from New Vision International.

Everyone is astounded that I can drink a green mixture that looks like slime composed of SuperFood from Right Solutions and SuperGreens from New Vision mixed in a large-mouthed water bottle. If you want more information about this company and products, call me at 619-795-9034


Instead of popping drugs, my new addiction is 2 grams of Vitamin C in the form of Super Gram IIIs by Alacer Corporation every hour. To chase the green slime and honkingly big Vitamin C pills, I power down water laced with Alacer's Emergen-C powdered Vitamin C mixed with ascorbates and MSM.

Did I hear you say "Yuck!" through my computer speakers?

I know, I know. How could any intellingent person gag down these weird concoctions? After 40 years of health research, I have found what really works well during times requiring maximum mental and physical performance. When the pressure is on and it is time to perform, it is critical to know how to mix your poisons with compensating elements.

I used to be a health purist, but that preoccupation with the fiction of a pure mind and body was slaughtered by the reality of living in the real world.

When youth was my ally and middle age only a nightmare in the future, the cares of the world were not as overwhelming.

The new reality is do whatever it takes to keep going, do my job and take care of my family.

Since drugs are no longer an option, optimal health is the only way to survive and triumph over the trials and tribulations of life. Failure is not an option. Heart attack, stoke and cancer are not the type of friendly neighbors you want to come visit.

An entire day was wasted in travel from Las Vegas to Dallas and you wonder why I am behind in everything, including this blog.

Vice President Cheney put flights behind two hours when he flew into Las Vegas. I was hoping to get on an earlier flight to Dallas, to start packing. My mind was so fragmented, all I could do was read magazines about computer technologies.

Don't laugh...reading about computers and gadgets is relaxing and exciting for a true Geekhead for 50 years.

Oh, if only I had a cup of strong coffee, my laptop humming away and some Babyboomer music playing in the background I would be in heaven. What a dream of happiness...time to surf the web and pound away at my keyboard. Leisure time is only a brilliant memory.

Janet was so furious with me, death or torture would have been my lot in life if I had been in her presence when I told her it was easier to sell off all the furniture and wall-hangings than put it in storage.

Wow! I had no clue how much different women feel about material posessions than men. When I arrived home at 10 PM Monday night, it was over 90 degrees in the apartment. Air conditioning...Ah, the bliss of air conditioning...what a luxury. I quickly turned it on to maximum freezing power, only to find out it produced hot air. While we were gone, the air conditioner crapped out.

It was like a hurricane in the tropics had hit the apartment, as possessions lay all over the floor roasting in the warm, humid heat.

I was sweating like a pig in a barbacue pit. Can I say it too loudly..."Material possessions are a pain!!!!!" I called Janet and said, "I am selling all the furniture and everything anyone will buy. I don't want to move anything one foot further than I have to." Silence, pure unadulteraed silence came from the other side of the the continent. Had I said something politically incorrect or emotionally insensitive?

Janet was speechless, shocked and furious at my lack of emotional involvement with possessions gained in the last 5 years of turmoil, toil and trouble.

How could I be so unemotional while dealing with our beloved possessions accumulated over the life of our 8 year marriage. Of course, all our precious possessions were now a gigantic headache to me but not to her. Every item was precious in her sight...stimulating memories of events, reliving them as if they were today...invoking so many special thought and emotions.

My only thought was "How could I pack and move all this junk in a few days."

My heart ached from missing my dad! I am so concerned he is still paralyzed on the left side and cannot swallow...still trapped in the conventional medical hospital by a system that is phenomenal at crisis care but slow in restoring health. I wanted to be with him, praying he will still be alive when I return to San Diego.

My entire focus will be to share with you what I have learned through intensive study and massive amounts of trial and error on how to compensate for the pleasures and stresses of life.

When I get home and after I see how my dad is doing and visit with him I will get to work on my step-by-step guide on what I do to stay alive and well. After all, do you want to be a vegetable, trapped in a hospital bed penetrated by tubes. The answer is simple. No! NO! NO! Neither do I. Now that my dad is suffering through the sheer agony of catastrophic disease, I am experiencing it first-hand through him. Definitely, this is not the trail of my desire.

I guess this is how you write when exhaustion is you best pal.

Sorry I am all over the page with this blog and don't have time to keep you updated every day. A tired body and exhausted mind wanders. The light is filling the room and it is time to battle with possessions.

To Be Continued...

"Please Pray For My Dad!"

Please pray for my dad's healing. He recently went through major surgery to repair an abdominal aortic aneurysm. I have decided to post my description of the events leading up to his surgery.

I need your prayers or positive thoughts for my dad, Ralph Zuranski.
He is in critical situation. A major artery in his abdomen is ready to
burst. If it is not repaired, he has only a short time to live.

The surgeons want to do a high risk surgery on him today in
hopes of repairing the artery in time. His heart is not in good shape.

It will take a miracle for him to survive.

I love my dad. He is my hero and inspired the "In Search Of
Heroes Program" that is designed to honor the heroes in our lives.

The goal is to help young people realize the moms, dads,
grandparents, relatives, friends, teachers, coaches
and individuals that help others unselfishly are the real heroes.

They do not get the credit they deserve for helping and
inspiring others on a daily basis.

Dad had a massive stroke in June of last year that paralyzed him on one side.
Janet and I moved from Dallas to San Diego to provide 24-7 care
for him and my mom who suffered a catastrophic illness a few months
earlier.

After almost 17 months of taking care of them, their end is
near. But, we want to do everything we can to prolong their lives
for a few more precious moments.

That is why I am emailing you. Your prayers and positive
thoughts are my dad's only hope.

I apologize if this email reached you by mistake and that I did not
have time to make this email more personal.

Sincerely yours,
Ralph Zuranski

PS Thank you for your help. I pray you have a great Thanksgiving
and have the opportunity to cherish your time with those special
individuals in your life.