In a weird calendar of events, I honestly have ZERO idea who thought February 4th should be “World Cancer Day”. To celebrate? To make money? Is there a person alive today on the face of the earth that needs to be informed about the disease? This is my blog, and I can say what I want. I think the idea is stupid.
If you have cancer, every day you wake up, it is most likely the first or near the top of the list of things you think about. every. single. day.
Six years ago, on January 22nd, I was diagnosed with breast cancer and hypoparathyroidism. The doctors told my husband, I most likely would not live to see Christmas.
One of the things that makes me slightly different from most stories you hear… I chose the path less traveled.
With tears in my eyes, I said a polite but firm NO, thank you to their “offer” of chemotherapy and radiation.
(side note: chemotherapy is successful in 3% of the cases. To those people, I applaud you. You are angels among us. You deserve our light & encouragement. You made an extremely tough choice. I am mighty grateful you are in this game of life. I am grateful for your walking through the fire before us and for giving us hope.)
Now, I won’t go into how many medical personnel, “friends”, family as well as strangers felt the NEED to tell me I was crazy. Should I count and tell you how many friends walked out of my life?
I will tell you that Mr. Right saved my life.
Our four adult children were right there in the trenches with us. My sister-in-law, brother-in-law & niece have shown and continue to show 100% unconditional love and support. (even if they think my 64 ounces of green juice is “yucky”. haha) I had one friend, several states away, who while chose differently than I, supported me and encouraged me every step of the way.
The road less traveled is not decorated with pink boas or certificates or cute tutus or supportive people. The road less traveled is quiet, lonely, scary, uncertain and foreboding. There are zero insurance companies signing up to help you purchase vegetables for juice, or supplements or bio-mats or Vitamin C treatments or a new bike or Re-boundairs or trips to Salt Caves or $15.00 deodorants or all new makeup or all new cleaning supplies and on and on the list goes.
I am here today, 6 years and 2 weeks (yes, I count the days) crazy alive, grateful and typing.
Chris Beat Cancer is a book written by Chris Wark. On the back jacket of the book this is what it says:
“I am not “lucky” or special. I am just a regular guy who listened to his instincts, stepped out in faith, and took massive action to help his body heal.
I eliminated everything in my life that may have contributed to my disease, and changed the internal terrain of my body- making it a place where cancer could not thrive. What I did, I believe anyone can do, including you. “
This is exactly what I did. I made 157 changes to my life. I am still studying for and researching health and wellness 1 hour a day, five days a week.
After 6 years I still feel jumpy that I may “jinx” it by talking about healing. I still only trim 1/8 of an inch of my hair at a time.
Are people still gobsmacked when they run into me at the store? “wow, I thought you would be dead by now”. “We were waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “You just need to pray more”.
This whole ordeal has brought out the worst in people. I might never again go back to a Woman’s Bible Study or do more than listen politely when people tell me I am crazy for not following the norm.
The great news is, it has brought out the BEST in some.
Just yesterday our son told me about a Chili cook-off he has entered. He has been practicing. For the competition, he has to offer up 25 gallons of chili. Then he went on to say, he chose to make a Vegetarian version that will knock the socks off any meat-eater out there. He thought it would be weird to use meat in a competition that was to benefit a cancer research project.
Kids DO NOT listen…………………they watch exactly what you do.
They are smart that way.
So, on the anniversary of the 6th year of living and thriving, I brushed my dog, talked to my grands, went out for a fancy-schmancy lunch at the Fairmont and yes, I drank my green juice.
Here’s to year seven!
May we all walk in health and wellness.