Julie was a self-employed, 56-year-old woman, living in the Pacific Northwest when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. This is her story in her own words:
I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer in 2003. The following is my story:
At the time of that diagnosis, three things were going on. I was hospitalized with life-threatening pulmonary embolisms that damaged my heart and lungs. I did not have any health insurance, and was already facing the loss of my lifetime savings and more. And I had a (in my opinion) healthy disrespect for the medical industry. Having to lose my home was not an option, as because, (as I explained to the doctor), if I had to lose virtually everything my late husband and I had worked our entire lives for and go live under a bridge somewhere, then the stress of that would kill me far faster than any cancer would. I felt that I had no option but to journey on alone.
Please understand that I would never, ever tell someone else what to do, or what to take. I can only tell you of my own personal experience. After the diagnosis, I began researching anything that I could do to help my body fight and heal. I changed my diet radically. I only bought organic! I stopped eating anything ‘white’ – sugar, rice, baked goods, etc. I switched to sprouted grain bread and rice, but cut way back on even those. I stopped eating beef and pork, and ate fish and some chicken. Vegetables became a mainstay in my diet, and I ate a lot more beans. I began cooking with a lot more healthy spices like turmeric, curry, ginger, garlic, (all of the Indian species). I continued to eat some eggs, raw cheese, and raw yogurt. I drink a lot of peppermint tea, which I always did love. I had always taken a daily supplements from an early age, but I added colloidal silver, essiac, nattokinaise, tripled my CoQ10 dose to 400 mg., cod liver oil, probiotics, and enzymes.
Perhaps the biggest change I made was mental. I’m not sure how to explain that transformation. I started meditation, and truly did believe that we all, as human beings, have the ability to heal ourselves. I read books on that subject to validate my belief of our God-given gift to heal. I acquired the ability to ‘meditate’ wherever I was, and was able to block out negativity even when around other people. I memorized a ‘mantra’ for myself that I mentally repeat numerous times throughout the day. Part of it goes like this, “I am healthy, I am happy. I am loved, I am loving. Divine healing has encompassed my entire being and has made me healthy and whole, and will manifest in all who ask. (That from Anthony Leggett). My body is free from any and all disease…” And so on… What I feel is most critical is that we must truly believe. It’s not just about ‘wanting’, it’s about believing in my opinion. It’s such a shame that doctors ‘sentence’ people to death almost. Instead of being positive, they give gloom and little encouragement other than ‘we can cut and radiate and poison’ and see what happens. Barbaric!
It is now almost ten years later, and I am at peace. I think fighting cancer is a two-fold battle. One aspect is the physical (giving our body what it needs to heal), and the mental, (opening our entire being to the miracle that truly is ours for the ‘asking’.) I know that it’s easier said than done for most people however, and I don’t make light of it.
I’m not sure how much help my story would be, because of course, I didn’t follow-up with expensive tests, etc. that I couldn’t afford under my circumstances. Initially, two tests were done in the hospital to confirm (differentiate from fibroid tumors) the original diagnosis but since then I haven’t had any tests to confirm the cancer is gone. But I am still alive and no test can confirm my health status better than the fact that I feel very well.