As of today, 04 June 2003, it has been 2 years since my original cancer biopsy/diagnosis. Two years of being cancer-free!
In these two years, I’ve learned of others around me receiving cancer diagnoses. A few are gone, a few more are still battling the disease with conventional medical treatments, a few have had secondary cancers turn up & a few are turning to alternative treatments, such as I used.
Am I blessed in that my cancer has not returned? Maybe. Is it my attitude about the disease in respect to the power of the mind in controlling illnesses that has kept the cancer from returning? Maybe. Perhaps it’s the research I have done in regard to cancer that has made me stronger in “know[ing] thy enemy” that’s helping? Could be. Could it be that I am avoiding conventional medical treatments (other than the surgeries) that’s a factor? Probably, because of what I found in my research. What about my diet, limiting processed foods & consuming health-benefiting herbs? Most definitely, again because of my research.
There’s a woman, friend of a former co-worker of mine, who was diagnosed about the same time as I was with breast cancer. I don’t know to what extent hers was, but I know she chose to remove both breasts, even though only one was cancerous. I also don’t know what other treatments she received at the time. What I do know is that a few months ago, she was diagnosed with brain cancer… recently determined as inoperable. Since I have only learned what I have through the former co-worker & not through talking to the woman herself, I can only speculate as to the why.
BUTT PRINTS IN THE SAND
author unknown
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine, were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
“Those prints are large and round and neat,”
“But Lord, they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your Butt.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
Comments (5)
hey, i just wanted to check in and say hi. How’ve you been since everything with Jane happened??
I’m really happy to hear it’s been 2 years for you. that is GREAT – keep the faith, and God bless,
- Raul
ROTFL
Congratulations on the two-year anniversary. That’s just great. Hard to speculate on your friend without knowing her family history, which is a huge factor in any consideration of cancer.
Yep, so true, middleageguy, & I’m ‘nosey’ in that regard, since I know how important details like that can be in ‘scientifically’ determining contributing factors & possible solutions. When I get the impression that someone doesn’t want to answer questions seemingly so personal, I back off, letting them know I’m there to help, if they want that. :shutup:
Mahalo for the visit! :)
Congratulations on being cancer free for two years. My sister in law has been undergoing treatment – mastectomy, radiation and now chemo. I saw her yesterday. she looks like hell. I hope she gets better too.
I like the poem adaption. I always liked footprints in the sand but being Jewish, its not the kind of faith I believed in. Now being dropped on your butt and you make your own way, crawl, walk whatever. I like that. I shall copy it. Hope you don’t mind. :)