TODAYS NEWS

I met with my doctor today and was told some interesting news. But before going into that, over the past few weeks I have been inundated by friends and in some cases random strangers pleading with me to pay attention to the benefits of a raw food diet, and have been sent numerous accounts of people healing themselves through all sorts of "alternative" means. On three separate occasions, I have had people touting the benefits of the information provided by an institution called Hippocroties located in Florida. While the Hippocraties Institute may not be a medically approved facility to cure cancer, per say, they do provide a number of helpful tips on how to properly eat raw foods, prepare it, which ones to eat depending on type, and what enzymes to digest, and the most beneficial ways to do such. All of a sudden, the noise began to get extremely intense, overwhelming even! My theta healer was expressing an intense field of energy in regard to my being able to get through this and heal, and all of the other people who I have been working with on my healing journey were also starting to say that I am looking too good to continue chemo, that it was time to give my body a go at it. The noise was growing with intensity, and the past few chemotherapy sessions were also likewise intense with pain and a feeling that the end was coming. I felt, and now I know that the universe was telling me something. "TRY IT" it was telling me, as loud as you can possibly imagine. I.E. try going off it! Now, I knew this message was sure to be met with disdain and distrust by my family and my western doctor - after all, the cancer is still in me, the chemo was theoretically working, and people with cancer stay on chemo when it's working. And in fact, last week, a meeting with my doctor and family did seem to be in alignment with this thought. But at that meeting I told the doctor that my body had been starting to switch to being toxic, that the side effects were getting to me. What was once, simply not fun, had become a psychologically grueling thing to do to my body every two weeks. I had been entering the chemo ward a health champion, having juiced, supplemented, worked out, mediated and sunned for the whole week. "Continuing on this path was starting to make no sense" I told him. So he went out and discussed with a few colleagues and a surgeon my reaction. In today's meeting he told me that I am at this point surgical (meaning they can remove the heated part of the cancer out of my liver and 'zap' the rest of the lesions) but that he also believes a break would serve my body good, and that it is not out of the realm of possibilities that my body could heal itself completely. Say What? Was that a wester trained oncologist talking? He told me to go and deal with some emotional issues, to stay calm, and watch what happens. After going over every detail, he essentially told me that I am far from being in danger of dying, and though my cancer may continue to grow at some point in time in the future, there is a very good chance, it may no longer continue to grow, or that it may no longer grow for a very long time and could potentially just go away. Now let me be clear because the internet is littered with "BLOGGS" of people with stage 4 cancer who have been declared 'free and clear' and who seem to be, god bless their souls, jumping up and down with joy via their writing at the 'miracle' which had taken place. Many times, there is an editors note at the end of those notes pronouncing said blogger 'no longer with us, having passed with family and friends nearby.' I vow to never ever be one of those persons as I am forever humbled by this disease and life in general. Not just me, but all of us have an obligation to ourselves to keep our cells happy, healthy, and our mind and souls in good spirits. To be on this planet is a gift, and it must be appreciated, worked on, and no one moment ever taken for granted. So my doctor believes that I should go out there and live and if and when the tumors look like they are growing again, I will come in for a little chemo to put them back in their place. But for now, I am told I have responded 'off the charts' and that my mission should now should be getting back into life, continuing to eat healthy. Though I know I am not 100% out of the woods, I can't describe in writing the feeling I have of not having to go in this week to be hooked into this poison (life saving poison) and go through the side effects, feelings and shit, only to get healthy and have to do it again. As it was described to me, "chemo for the rest of your life" i was led to believe that I may very well have to do it every 2 weeks for the rest of my life. To be told that I am surgical, but that I should first try and allow my body to heal itself, is exactly what the universe was telling me all along, and to have a western doctor reassure me that that is exactly what I should go out and do - is the miracle. The miracle of belief, of listening to those voices who guide you without prejudice. This is the very essence of what living is about; paying attention and being aware of those voices be they far or close, in ones head, or the outside environment. I've said it once and I will say it again, the meaning of life, to me, is simply paying attention to these signs. There is nothing else to question. Thank you so much for reading, for your prayers, for your blessings, for being all you can be, and for paying attention to those signs in your life whatever and however they may be telling you to BE WELL