Back in March my dad was diagnosed with cancer. I dropped everything I was doing and went to go live with him up in Manistee, MI. We enjoyed our time together, watching television shows, talking about Star Trek, thinking about the future, enjoying gigantic apple fritters and curiously strong lemonade slushies from the local Wesco gas station. One day my dad was going to lie down (he took several naps a day due to fatigue) and he had his MP3 player with him. I asked what he was listening to and he said something along the lines of, “I have these rosary tracks I’ve been listening to and the guided imagery audio you recorded.” He told me he found comfort in my voice, and if he was having a troublesome time relaxing he would put on any random track from The Path. I felt an incredible amount of pride and joy knowing that my dad thought so highly of the product I co-created.
And so as time went on the once maybe, hopefully, simple curable cancer become an unstoppable force. My dad being the surgeon he was decided to try out a risky operation that would either allow for a few more years or potentially hasten the whole process by several months. About five hours into a ten hour surgery we got a page saying he was already out and in the recovery room. The four of us that were there knew what was coming and got quite emotional (It’s good that this blog isn’t being written with pen and ink because it would be speckled with a few little water droplets). When we finally got to see him he was just waking up and we all got to give him a hug and had to break the news to him which led to more tears. He wanted to relax while they got his room together so we put on the Dream guided imagery audio from The Path. Maybe ten minutes later I look over at my dad and he’s snoring! Sleeping. With a half smile, in what I like to think a wonderful dream world somewhere far away from the reality in front of him.
And that’s how it went; whenever he wanted to relax and sometimes fall asleep he would pop on his headphones and listen to his rosary or the guided imagery audio from The Path. My dad’s big fear was that the cancer would grow so big, putting pressure on his lungs, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. While the cancer was growing and making it more difficult to breathe, it was not going to asphyxiate him, however the mind can be more potent than reality. Whenever he would start to have a panic attack I was easily able to talk him down to a relaxed state because he had been listening to The Path so frequently that the sound of my meditation voice almost instantly eased his mind. My aunt, who is a practicing psychiatrist, was in the room during one of his panics. After he was calmed down she smiled and was impressed how quickly he could relax. My dad peacefully passed away in June, sleeping, listening to his childhood friend recount wonderful, happy memories. I miss him and think about him on an almost daily basis, but I am so thankful I was given the opportunity to become a hypnotherapist. The Path inadvertently gave me a gift I was not expecting – this guided imagery audio allowed my dad and I to connect on a level I never would have imagined.
Tomas William Murphy Day
Co-Creator of Emerald Dream Hypnosis