Let me share my response to that night in the hospital when a group of medical experts told me I’d die within two to three months from metastatic cancer: No, I won’t. Sorry but I don’t believe that’s true. Let’s get this fluid out of my abdomen and revisit your prognosis. I’m still here four […]
Perhaps Stephen King in some way delivered a beautiful metaphor for living in a body that’s turned into a prison by disease. Yet hope springs alive in each one of us regardless of circumstances. No one deserves a killer body, just as an innocent man doesn’t deserve to go to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.
From which neuroses did this fear grow from and how do I continue to kill the weeds before they take over the fertile garden of my mind? Does fear fertilize the same physical mutations in which cancer grows best? Maybe these connections strengthen or weaken our immunity to pain and illnesses. I’ve come to believe there’s no such thing as a mind-body connection, because the mind (in my mind) is the body and the body is the mind. There’s no schism that separates the two, not even the blood brain barrier.
twitter.com/gma/status/1050369773253480449 well, here’s another hashtag in our #breastcancer life to pay attention to – quite literally. $100 for every use of the #moreformbc hashtag from Lily pharmaceuticals. My feeling that our metastatic breast cancer community might agree to a using a few standard hashtags to bring our voices together. We should sound stronger and united […]