by Judy N Green
Published 2017 – Amazon International Best Seller in 8 categories
The breath caught in my lungs. My heart stopped beating. As the seconds ticked by, the truth slowly sunk in. I had cancer.
In September 2009 I developed a lump and angry red fingers radiating out from my left breast. My physician thought that it might be “mastitis, or something worse”. I was 47 and my only son was 26. Mastitis was highly unlikely.
After two courses of antibiotics the crimson fingers had crept across my chest and threatened to encircle my throat. I was sent for a mammogram, after which they immediately performed an ultrasound. I could see the lump on the screen. It was HUGE. I was informed that the results would be available within two weeks.
They called me into the clinic the very next day.
My young physician was visibly distressed as she told me “the results were highly disturbing and indicative of Inflammatory Breast Disease, a fairly rare form of Cancer.”
I had watched my Mother-in-law die of Cancer within 6 months of her diagnosis. She was a ‘cancer survivor’, having survived stomach cancer only to succumb to Lymphoma some twenty years later. My sister-in-law had been battling Breast Cancer for years. My Maternal Great Grand Mother had succumbed to Cancer before I was born.
Cancer was all around me; I never expected it to be in me.
Soul crushing fear threatened to consume me. I could feel myself being dragged down into a black hole of fear and despair. I knew that I had to do something. I had to embrace my power before the cancer stripped me of it. As I left the clinic I made a decision. I was fighting this my way. I was going to fight on my terms and I would not choose conventional treatment.
It is said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
I chose to stop the insanity. I chose to stop feeding the cancer and start giving my body what it needed to fight.
I researched. I learned. I changed. I lived.