I could not decided on a title. I chose two.
Most of the time I write to share a story.
This particular post is like a journal entry for me. It’s to remind myself about stuff. I am writing so I can sleep through the night and not wake up fretting.
Today, I write to boost my own spirit. Why yes, my spirit does need boosting.
As you already know, I was diagnosed with cancer January 2013. One doctor told Mr. Right that I had a year to live. Feels weird to even type that.
Heads up….That was a mean, nasty thing to tell anyone. You have absolutely NO right to give someone an expiration date. The person can’t get it out of their mind. They will remember it always. Yes, you feel powerful for a moment in time. Powerful at another human’s expense. In saying that, you also took away their hope. What an awful thing to say. Shame on you. I hope your mother is disappointed in your behavior. I know I sure am.
There is something beautiful and elegant in the art of giving someone hope.
Moving on…. I promise this is a really GOOD post. I just needed to get that ugly out-of-the-way.
I chose a path less traveled. Not a cool “travelling pants” sort of path. A tough, rocky, weed infested, up hill, no insurance coverage kind of creature crawling path. Sure if you agree to chemotherapy, radiation and pills, health insurance is right there, albeit through mounds and mounds of paper work, they help pay the bills. If like me, you choose not to do those things and you choose a path of healing that is not traditional………even though you pay the premiums and have excellent “health” insurance, you pay for every single thing yourself.
Like carrots. How much could one carrot cost? Seriously, I am asking you. How much does it cost to buy one carrot? Take a guess.
How much do 10,450 carrots cost?
How on earth do I know that?
Because Mr. Right keeps count. He keeps the ring off of each 10 pound bag of carrots he juices. He and his trusty Champion juicer get a daily work out. Yes, that juicer has flames tattooed in all the right places. He makes juice for both of us. I drink 64 ounces of fresh juice daily. In addition to lots of greens and fruits, every single day I drink carrots. Bunches and Bunches of carrots.
With each glass of goodness, each 10 pound bag of carrots he is simultaneously creating a beautiful necklace. That’s 209 rings, one ring each off of 10 pound bags of carrots! That equals 10,450 CARROTS of goodness!
That’s 2,090 pounds of carrots! Can’t imagine it? Picture in your mind a full-grown Polar Bear. A big, strong, tough, fierce, stop at nothing bear. That is 2,000 pounds or one TON.
Carrots contain falcarinol, a natural toxin that protects carrots against fungal disease. It’s thought that this compound may stimulate cancer-fighting mechanisms in the body, as it’s been shown to cut the risk of tumor development in rats.
We have no idea if carrots alone have healed me. Heck, I don’t know if I am healed or not. I do know that along with mushrooms and rebounding, exercise, sunshine and vitamins/supplements, Turmeric and laughing and baking soda and magnesium, juicing, Budwig protocol, giving up & changing over 100 things and books and research….. and a list a mile long of other things that “health” insurance does not cover…. I am still here to type this blog post.
I am one lucky girl. I honestly don’t care if I ever win on a scratch ticket again, I got lucky where it really counts. Mr. Right loves me and I know it. I hope every single human on earth has another human that cares about them as much as I am cared for. He holds one of my hands while offering me a glass of hope with the other.
I secretly love the bad-ass flames on his juicer. Sort of rough and tumble. That’s the sort of thing you need when you are trying to heal. Someone, tough and fierce, someone that will stop at nothing…. on your side, that is willing to keep track of all the good we are doing.
The good has got to outweigh the bad, right?
The heft of that necklace reminds me of all the good we are doing.
In this together,
Here’s to health and wellness, cheers!