+6 Months (Believe It!)
My sexy skeleton
I’ve been thinking a lot about my skeleton.
The prostate cancer I was diagnosed with in 2020 has a tendency to attack these lovely bones (as of yet, I have no organ involvement, but my last scan has indicated widespread disease throughout my sturdy and faithful skeleton).
Oh my!
This has occasionally proven quite painful; even though the magic of Pluvicto, a radiation based treatment, has lately done miracles for me.
And yet, the expectation is that this treatment will eventually lose its power. So what’s next?
My remission will not come from what the doctors tell me to do (while these may increase lifespan, they are not curative, and usually toxic). It will come from a combination of spiritual, lifestyle, and emotionally therapeutic interventions, including supplements, meditation, fasting, physical exercise, affirmations, alternative naturopathic and holistic treatments, and even states of mind that allow quantum / Divine healing to occur. O, magic Life!
The last six years have indeed been a gift. When I work with my coaching clients as a Radical Remissions certified coach, I support them in reframing cancer as a gift. Many are not yet ready for this. The process must unfold naturally, through expressions of grief, upset, and often a feeling of being betrayed by one’s own body, by God and/or Life.
Why? Why me? What is the use, if God is obviously against me?
As we process these authentic expressions, beliefs that support and serve our unique healing path begin to emerge in singular ways. What a gift it is to experience the courage of my remarkable and extraordinary clients as they awaken to these awarenesses!
I also speak to an average of five new folks with cancer every week, in my role as an enrollment coach for The Healing Oasis. These folks are also remarkable. And yet, the wide range of reactions to their diagnoses tell me a lot about the variety of human expressions that occur when confronted with mortality.
I have myself arrived at a continual and joyous integration of all the different aspects of my consciousness that are involved in my healing and human expression - including fear of death. I welcome them all, express gratitude, and learn from each of these aspects. The part of me that wants to eat comfort food to escape the fear. The part of me that feels it must create a legacy before I pass. The part of me that wants to protect my loved ones from pain. The part of me that is terrified of my own pain. All are welcome as teachers.
Which brings me back to my sexy skeleton. Louise Hay, a pioneer in metaphoric healing, theorizes the following: “Bones represent the core structure of your life and the universe. When conditions affect the bones, it signifies a breakdown in mental flexibility and a profound feeling of having no support left. It reflects an absolute belief that you must carry life's heavy burdens entirely alone.”
Throughout my life, trying to be exclusively self-sufficient has thrown me some wicked curve balls. “Control is the master addiction”, my teachers have said. And what is more offensive to this control pattern than one’s own mortality? When cancer brought me to my knees, I had to ask for help. (Cue: a broad wink from Life)
I will soon be in Canada at The Healing Oasis for two full months, working on my own unique cure, and supporting our healing guests through volunteerism. Though I am told a cure is statistically unlikely, I know that “it is foolish not to win in our own fantasies”. Miracles do occur! Progress is always being made, and the body knows how to heal itself - given the right conditions.
And, the knowledge that this Earth School will, eventually, end (or, as I believe, simply go into recess), can be an immense cause for celebration, once you release all attachments, one by one, returning them to the nothingness from which they came.
I offer you this, gentle reader: What are you still holding on to that has, perhaps, created significant blocks to living into the state of joy and freedom your Soul desires?
Hallelujah! The Blessings Already Are.