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I don’t have an exact answer for what cured me. What I do know is that the doctors told me there was a 30% chance chemo would “work” and that meant it would halt my tumor's growth (two in my right lung, ~1.7cm & 3.2 cm) but would NOT make them shrink or disappear. When my lung scans came back clear, and my surgery was cancelled, they couldn’t offer me an explanation for my healing.

I followed all medical advice and protocols; I had radiation, surgery (thoracic surgery was cancelled) on my hand and axilla, and chemo. Did I take supplements? No. Did I drastically alter my diet? No. So, what did I do?

Faced with death, I had to take control of what I could. I actively sought anything that could have the slightest chance of saving my life and embraced it full-on - prayer, ritual, reiki, psychotherapy, meditation/visualization, survivor stories. These things HAD to work because I didn’t have other options.

Belief is a powerful thing.

Sheer will can be Herculean.

What have you got to lose in trying to use your mind to heal? Isn’t it worth a shot?

If nothing else, it gives you a sense of control, and a feeling that you are actively fighting the battle.

Let me be clear, this isn’t simply wishing for a positive outcome. It is actively using your brain, putting it to work each and every day with the intention to achieve your desired result. It is dedicating time and effort.

In my darkest days I had to answer this question that consumed me: “will I take the easy way out and give up, or will I fight like hell to survive?” I doubted whether I had the strength to do it, but once I decided, I didn’t stop. If I wasn’t willing to fight hard for my life, who was?

Where there's a will, there's a way.

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