As a small child, I can remember my first encounter with this terrible
disease called cancer. Although, I did
not understand why my Aunt was going through pain, I was told she had cancer. One day she was with us and the next I was at
this funeral home reaching down to give her my last kiss. The experience was so cold and I will never
forget that day. Time past and then another
Aunt passed, which experienced the same pain.
Through dying I had life.
When I was diagnosed six years ago, with breast cancer, I was reminded of
the experiences that I endured in the past.
All my family members had surgery, chemo and radiation and still
died. Why would I choose this way, I did
not want to go through all this suffering?
I wanted to live a quality of life, even if it meant a year or two. Maybe I was a coward, but why would anyone
today put themselves through all that pain and suffering. Through dying I had
life.
Going back, this disease hit even closer to home. I remember the first-time cancer affected me,
it was one day in school. I made 2nd
honors and was very proud, until my teacher handed out report cards. She called everyone’s name, until it came to
mine. Sherry, sorry I cannot give you
your report card for your father has not paid your tuition. Not understanding this I was able to call my
mom and I still can picture this in my mind, I cried and told her they would
not give me my report card. That day she
came down to find out why. My father
always paid in the beginning of the month, but cancer struck and tuition was
something that was not first on my parent’s mind. Happy to say, I finely got my report card,
but was embarrassed in class because of cancer. Through dying I had life.
For about three years I watched my father go through surgery, chemo and
radiation. The suffering was unbearable,
no child should have to experience a parent slowly die. Through dying I had
life.
On my sixteenth birthday, my father was being operated on his brain. I can still picture going to see him the day
after and him and my mom gave me my birthday gift together. This was a family tradition, a sweet sixteen ring. My last gift from my father before he passed
away. My birthday was in January and he
left us in September. Through dying I had life.
It’s still all a blur to me. This affected me and my family in so many
ways. When I was in high school, the
tuition was too much for my mother to pay the total amount for three
children. In order to complete my school
years with my friends, I had to work around the school for half of the
tuition. During this time of my life it
was very difficult, for how to explain to my friends not only the cancer that
my father was enduring, but how it was affecting his mind. Through dying I had
life.
You see, the cancer went to his brain, which changed his
personality. He thought he was someone
else. I had to search within myself for
I was raised Catholic and when my father thought he could change the world by
rewriting the bible, picking up hitchhikers, and buying land to build his
church. This was too much for our family
to take, so how would my friends understand.
At this time, I lost friends for they did not know how to handle what I
was going through. The pain of what my
father was going through was more than cancer, it destroyed him. My father
passed on September 16th on my younger sister’s 8th
birthday. Through dying I had life.
After living through high school, a year later, I lost two more Uncles to
this terrible disease. Years later I met
Dan my husband and it seemed all the pain that I experienced went away. We became a family with a daughter, enjoying
life and not thinking of the past. Then
it hit again, my mother in law was diagnosed with cancer. The memories came back for watching my mother
in law go through the same procedures which led to death. Through dying I had
life.
This time I was the mother and had to explain the death to my
four-year-old daughter. I did not want
her to have the same experience that I went through, so I explained the death
like sleeping beauty with all the flowers that surrounded her. That Christmas, my mother in law had saved
money up for her grand kids. She had
passed away on September, the same day the 16th on a Monday as my
father did seventeen years ago, that Christmas she knew my daughter wanted a
doll house. Christmas day there was a
doll house under the tree. We explained
that Grandma delivered it from Heaven. Through dying I had life.
Since then I have lost cousins, Aunts, Uncles from cancer doing surgery,
chemo and radiation. Through dying I had life.
Coming back to me and when I was diagnosed with cancer, why would I go
through more pain and suffering. It did
not work for them and the quality of life that they endured was
unbearable. This is why Dan and I
explored the possibility of other methods that were not so invasive. We found it and I have lived longer and
healthier than others that had cancer in my family. I learned that first you
have to do a life change for there was a reason why I was struck with cancer.
Through dying I had life.
Again, two years later from when I was diagnosed with cancer Dan my
husband was told he had prostate cancer.
We did not have to think, we know what our decision would be. He went for the same treatments as I did. Through
dying I had life.
Today, we are healthy and have managed our cancer without surgery, chemo
or radiation. Dan and I are so humble
that we broke the cycle and learned other methods to treat cancer without the
conventional way that killed our family member’s. This is why I am so passionate on educating
others on the methods we used. The
suffering and pain that I endured by seeing and watching my family members
suffer and ending up in death somehow has given me life. Through dying I had
life.
The memories of my father, mother-in-law, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, friends
will not be forgotten. The death of
millions every year can change with research and knowledge of other methods. We
need to make a change - Humanity of The Human Heart. Please check out my web site https://www.thejourneytogoodhealth.com/
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