Nine

A Day to Remember: A Day to Celebrate

Did you ever have a day when you didn't even realize you were standing under a black cloud until the sun came out? Today was such a day for me.

I returned from An Oasis of Healing three weeks ago, not really knowing if the cancer that sent me there had completely resolved or not. It was too soon for a PET scan, which would give the answer. Two weeks went by before I could have the scan. Then, after having it last week, I had to wait until today for the results. During that time I didn't think about it too much, because I knew that fretting and worrying wouldn't change the result, but would cause me unneeded anxiety. Today I finally got the answer, and the result was fabulous! NO SIGN OF CANCER ANYWHERE!

Thank you, God, for answering all those prayers from friends, fellow patients, relatives, and myself. Thank you, all of you, for taking a few moments to add me to your prayers, distant Reiki, and various other forms of good vibes. Thank you, dear friends, for coming to my home and giving me Reiki. That includes Dodie, who came often, Fran, Helen, Susan, and Jordan. If anybody else came (and I keep thinking someone did), please chalk it up to brain fog on my part. I'll probably remember in the middle of the night and feel very stupid!

A special thanks to Sheri Bade, a woman I've never met or even talked with, though I did try several times, who lent me her condo for my Phoenix stay of seven weeks. And thanks to Fran for setting that up for me.

The entire staff of An Oasis of Healing gets a huge thank you. Everyone there puts heart and soul into helping all the patients, becoming our friends and families during our time there.

I appreciate Dr. Lodi's dedication to each patient, and to taking his Hippocratic oath of "First, do no harm." very seriously. He stands out from the crowd of doctors who treat cancer because he is willing to help patients with therapies that work by aiming small doses of toxic drugs at the cancer, not spreading large doses of them throughout the body. Because of this, I sailed through the treatment with few side effects. Yes, I did lose most of my hair. OK, anybody else would have shaved off the little remaining, but I wanted to keep my head as warm as possible at night! But I didn't suffer from nausea or loss of appetite, or malnutrition. Indeed, I was far better nourished with each morning's smoothie than most Americans are with a whole day's worth of what they mistakenly think of as food!

The nurses - Michelle, Courtney, Susan, and Tommie (and oh, yes, the pregnant one who worked Fridays and Saturdays - sorry my name-recall-ability has gone blank on me!) worked so very hard, paying close attention to each of us and our needs and conditions, keeping up with everybody, noting changes small and large, administering treatments with kindness and caring.

In the kitchen, Colleen and her helping elf daily created tasty raw vegan meals with variety and originality, then taught us all many of the tricks of doing the same at home.

The supporting therapists all played most important roles, helping us release toxins, both physiological and psychological. They, too, came to be dear friends and helpers along the road to wellness. A special thanks to all of you who contributed your love, kindness and expertise to helping all of us heal.

And behind the scenes, in the offices, everybody's assistance made the journey run smoothly. I appreciate all of you and your contributions to this red-letter day!

All the other patients became dear friends who shared each others' ups and downs, joys, fears, and sorrows. I appreciate each one of you, for all are precious and unique and all are facing the frightening and often difficult task of eliminating cancer from their bodies.

Tomorrow I have a follow-up appointment by phone with Dr Brad Weeks on Whidbey Island, here in Washington, who did one IPT treatment last week, and who ordered the PET scan. I'll find out how best to continue following up, since we know that cancer may not show up on a scan, but can still be in the body in microscopic bits, waiting for the opportunity to reassert itself. He will help me keep that from happening.

One of the most important things Dr. Lodi teaches is how to stop making cancer. So I'll continue with my plant-based diet of mostly raw veggies and a few fruits, small amounts of nuts and seeds, as a way of keeping my body free of cancer in the future.

And I'll continue feeling grateful for all the wonderful people who contributed to this triumph of a healthy body over one with a very scary ailment.

Thanks for coming along with me on this journey of healing. I'll be back from time to time, and in the future I plan to write about others who have healed their bodies of cancer using alternative therapies. The world needs to know!

Eight

Saying goodbye to Phoenix? Easy! The thermometer stood at 115 the day I stepped off that Southwest jet, and yesterday, September 3, driving away from Mesa, the car thermometer read 118! Yikes! I can't begin to fathom why anybody would ever make a home in this brown, sere landscape. Yet some claim to love it.

I do get tired of our short, dark, cold, and often wet Northwest winter days, but they seldom trap me indoors. Even the famous rain seldom falls all day without letup. Linda and I walk practically every day, only letting the cold or snow stop us for a few days here and there.

If rain is predicted for home, my poor nostrils will welcome air with a little moisture in it. My eyes eagerly seek visions of green trees, blue water, and the loving faces of family and friends.

Still, when I reflect on my time here, it has been mostly positive. I'm very grateful to have had this rare opportunity to learn how to deal with cancer in a less destructive, more natural way, to see the dedication of the staff at Oasis, to meet courageous people who are fighting for their lives, often after receiving cancer treatment at home, then being told there was no hope.

All our stories continue, with progress and sometimes setbacks. I've met some of the kindest, most patient and dedicated people who have come to help their loved ones, whether friend or family, in their struggles for life. All have adhered to the policy of speaking only kind, positive words in the clinic, always seeking the highest good for everyone.

We've become foxhole buddies, forging friendships quickly with people whose paths we would never have crossed anywhere else. The various therapists, the chef and her helpers, the nurses and office staff, the doctors, all have grown to feel like family over these last seven weeks. For all of this I am most grateful and filled with love and hope. Leaving the clinic? That was not as easy. Knowing I'll probably never see these people again, praying for all to grow strong and well, to gain new insight and new health from their experiences here, to go home to forge new lives, using their new knowledge: all that is filled with conflicting emotions.

As Haifa said once, "God has a plan, and it is good. It is all good."

And now, back to the seemingly impossible task of cramming everything back into the suitcases which brought me here with so little. How did I acquire so much stuff? Bundles of Chinese herbs from the acupuncturist, a few clothes from that trip to Chico's, the cute sandals I had to have, bottles and packets of supplements, a humidifier to make the night air breathable, and more. Where did it all come from? And how will we ever get it all home?