The hardest thing about the descent into the cancer world was a surprise, like almost everything else in the cancer journey.
It wasn’t “faith”, or physical pain, or even a lack of resources. (this time, at least)
Paradoxically, it was not even hard to put into effect.
It was hard to see.
After stalking off into the verdant jungle of phytonutrients, enzymes, chlorophyll-enhanced mineral supplements, juicing and veganism that constituted the first impression of the alternative cancer sub-world, it got harder to see much of anything past what I was doing today, and the very next supplement or practice to add in.
So as I focused all the free time and energy and resources available on “killing cancer”, and as the disease progressed and the body started to get rather thin, the most obvious course of action eluded awareness.
Post flight from the conveyors of the paradigm of poison, I was working on this problem “alone”.
Many authors made for good company, but the body still got skinnier.
Turning away from one kind of professional “help” led to a contraction, a closedness toward asking for help from anyone, even those medical professionals more closely aligned with my values and worldview.
This needed to be seen through and released; moving out of the contracted state and then reaching out to the available professional services in the alt-cancer medical field.
Once I started looking, it was quite easy.
There are several alternative cancer treatment facilities within a day’s drive; some within commuting distance.
When I brought enthusiasm to the clinic’s expertise, the healing process began immediately.
But first, sine qua non, there had to be seeing that I needed help, and then reaching out for the help that was available..
Cancer was not going to work out as a solo project.
And that took a little while to realize.
Experience is this one’s greatest teacher, even through illness.
Jungle photo from here.
Photomicrograph from here.