All is well when it ends well – at least in Hungarian the saying goes somewhat like this.
The ending of a horrifyingly scary period of life (i.e. living with the fear of whether the big C would reappear at any moment in time) is more difficult to wrap up in the head than it really is for the body to recognise and live with.
I have worked on my mind for many many years now, telling my cells that we are loved, we project love and health is our birthright. I have talked to my lymph nodes kindly and thanked them for the magnificent work they are doing, keeping the rest of my body safe.
I have decided back in 2020 not to have the suspicious lymph node surgically removed along with lots of surrounding ones (protocol), instead I embarked on a healing (cleansing) journey to rid my endocrine system from any kind of poison an/or stuff that created the buildup of stuck energy in my neck (again?). Knowing that there is still something to learn and master gave me strength to do so against all odds.
Three years passed, there is no sigh of C in my body or soul anymore. This is a humbling yet profound feeling. I know I master my mind when I put my mind to it 🙂 Sounds odd, but it’s true. It takes devotion to say prayers and affirmations each morning and evening, to keep track of step counts, diet and emotions, to set boundaries and focus only on the good in life. Only happy thoughts are allowed, worries had to be set aside. An honestly demanding job for such a worry master like myself!!
By now my cells copy and paste only the healthy DNA, the smiley ones that battle against any intruder. I know it ❤️
As I saw the following written somewhere: I am not superwoman but I have survived Cancer, so pretty close 😄


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