KATHERINE FOX, C.C.H.T.
Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist
Since 1990, I have been in private practice and helping people
I specialize in helping people change unwanted behavior and to improve their performance.
I am a Board Certified Member of the
American Council of Hypnotist Examiners
National Board of Hypnotic Anaesthesiology
I am often asked how I got into this field...
Back in 1987, I graduated from a California State University with a B.S. in Business Administration. I found a great job in the field of Real Estate Development.
In March of 1988, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. So, in May, I flew to Texas, and witnessed what was once a vibrant woman, now reduced, by this invasive and cruel malignancy, to a woman who was suffering from physical pain and emotional humiliation. I had a very difficult time understanding this suffering because I thought of my mother as a woman who never hurt anyone and lived a very honest and good life.
I returned home to California and spent the next few months in a state of anxiety and confusion. Then the dreaded call from my father came in July asking that I return to Texas because mom had slipped into a coma and had hours to live. I caught the 'red-eye' and assumed that by the time I arrived, mom would be gone. But to my surprise she was lucid enough to have a short conversation when I called the hospital from the airport. I was amazed!
I now know the reason she came out of the coma; she heard dad tell her that her children were coming to see her.
Again, in horror, I walked into her hospital room and now mom was reduced to skin and bones ...the cancer had won.
(Side note: Funny thing about cancer, it is ignorant because it kills it's host).
I spent the rest of the day at her bedside with my dad, sister and brother, as well as, some of mom's siblings who had also flown in to say their good-byes.
It was odd, but my aunt was cleaning my mom's hospital room and packing her things, and I asked her why? She said that mom said to her that she was ready to go home and to pack her things. Later I would understand...
Another anguish was that mom was in so much pain, and I could not understand why they were not medicating her for it. Yes, in the late 1980's they were afraid of addiction ... even for a woman who was dying.
The next day, mom seemed to be holding her own and the family thought maybe we should return home. I had a poignant moment with mom that day. As sick as she was, she sensed my intense anxiety. So with what little strength and breath she had she motioned and whispered for me to come close. I got up close with my ear to mom's mouth and her arms collapsed around me and she could barely talk, and dad said tell her you love her, and I did, and mom said.."Not as much as I love you." It was amazing that mom was still taking care of me. I will never forget that moment and I still tear up, even at this moment, sharing that story.
That night, there stood dad, my sister and brother at mom's bedside and my sister and brother said good-bye, and I followed suit, but at her door for some reason, I turned around and smiled at mom: she saluted with what strength she had and I saluted back, and then I left.
The next morning the doctor called and said mom had passed away. It was as if she was ready to die, but then dad told her her children were coming, so she came back from her comatose state. Then, she had my aunt pack up her belongings because she had a sense of going home...permanently. Also, I believe, having all of her family there she was able to feel at peace and leave us...because she knew we were together.
What this represents is a testament to how powerful the mind is. That she could be so close to death, but stayed long enough to make closure and then let go of life because of the peace she felt knowing her family was there, together.
It was the death and dying process that was instrumental in getting me in touch with my spiritual self: to rethink my life at age 38, to search for an alternative and empowering modality such as Hypnotherapy and to help others that have pain from cancer, injury, or other chronic illnesses, by enhancing and improving the quality of their lives.
I truly dedicate my work to my mother, Pearl B. Fox.
By the way my mother died from Lung Cancer due to cigarettes. August 01, 1988 Age: 70
My sister died from a cancer related to cigarette smoking. July 19, 1992. Age: 52
My father died from cancer related to cigarettes (even though he stopped smoking 40 years ago) April 01, 2002. Age: 84
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