When I was 30 I received bad news....'ýou have breast cancer'.. everyone else seemed to be going to the Olympics as it was 2000 but I was in hospital having operations followed by chemo, radio and then 2 years of hormone treatment. Though I had bargained with the docs and done a little less than they advised I felt that I had been a good patient with a strong will and that Cancer was left behind there.
I went on to have 2 beautiful girls and chose to join a peer support network where I was able to counsel and encourage other young women about being fertile and moving forward with their lives after mastectomies, hormone treatments etc. The last thing i expected was a double bout of pneumonia and a diagnosis of metastatic lung and bone cancer nearly 11 years down the track. I really could not come to terms with it all. I understood what the oncologist was saying when she said, 'from this point you generally have 2-3 years to live and it always spreads and it is currently throughout your body on a microscopic level and there is nothing you can do about it', but I could not take her word for it. I believed always that I would live to a ripe old age and this was not going to stop me from fulfilling that prophecy. So I quickly emailed her and told her to keep her pessimistic prophecies to herself and that I would no longer be requiring her services. I hope she took notice of my practical and pragmatic advice. No-one can give you a time of expiry and no-one should ever try. This diagnosis was the start of a major turning point in my life. A shift of all I had ever known or practised. This would lead to the person that I have become today. I am so glad that I am a stubborn wench and would love to share with you all the many alternative modalities that I have chosen to try whilst healing my body. I want you to know that anyone can heal themselves. It is just hard work...sorry to have to tell you that bit, but guess what? You're worth it x
