"Is it cancer awareness month?" someone asked, I guess thinking I was pitching a story instead of opening my medical records.
"When I had MY cancer…" The way she said it stopped me in my tracks. Not only did it suggest that the tumour — I still hadn't embraced the "c" word — was curable — After all, look at her! She was ill and now she's fine — but the way she put the emphasis on the "my" made it feel like it was something you could have and manage. It was hers. She took ownership of it.
"I'm a fatalist," he said as he went over the charts provided by my first colonoscopist. Wow, that even sounds like something Dexter would say. Hearing the word fatal in any form from a doctor is discomforting but I chose to look past the word and into the intent. I took it as shorthand for, "I'm a worst case scenario guy and I will do everything I can in my power to fix you.
The cancer seemed uncertain. As questions still battered my brain the colon surgeon was oddly calming. This is what's going to happen, he'd say, and explain step by step what I could expect. The surgery is a notch or three above routine, but the body reacts in predictable ways so I knew what to expect. That gave me a confidence the cancer doctors weren't instilling in me.
People go on YouTube. There is lots of info on how the body can heal itself. You are multidimensional beings that can heal your own body. I know because I have given up on western doctors. They have only made me sicker
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