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Category: Cancer

One more year

Guest post by Sister

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Today marks one year………………….

One year ago that Sister had called me to tell me something was “wrong”.

One year ago where I stood in my bathroom and wept knowing exactly what “wrong” meant.

One year ago that once I pulled it together, I had to figure out how to tell her, in the kindest way, that what wrong meant, was cancer.

One year ago that I had to figure out how to tell Mom and Dad.

One year ago that Brother and I flew down to the bayou to get the official diagnosis.

One year ago that I sat in the waiting room with Sister’s husband for the official results.

One year ago when he said “the prognosis for this type of lymphoma is not good”.

One year ago that I told him “someone has to be in the 10%”.

One year ago that Mom and Dad had to fly thousands of mile back to collect their baby and nurse her to health.

One year ago that we sat, as we had not for many years, as our nuclear family, no one knowing what to say.  In disbelief of the truth.

I love that we can finally say one year ago.

Remission has held steady and we are one year away from the emotional and physical horrors that had to be endured.

Time heals and one year ago feels really good.

I believe that we are all brought to this earth with our own purpose.  A singular intention from g-d or whomever you believe in.  From the Nobel peace prize winners to the murders of the world.  We all have a place in the flow of life.  This path isn’t always easy, or the one that we would have “chosen” but it is our destiny none the less.  Sometimes as hard as it is, if we lean into our path and move thru it to the best of our abilities we will slowly see the light that has been intended for us.  The tragedy of life comes when we don’t acknowledge our true intentions because they are not what our “minds” or our “thoughts” wanted it to be.  In that moment there is no growth, no change, no chance for a new beginning.  No more “one more year”.

Today is that day for me….

One more year.

One more year we are all here to celebrate each other.

One more year to embrace the hardships and the triumphs.

Enjoy today as we move forward to the NEXT one more year

Looking forward with love,

Xoxo
Sister

I went to bed with cancer and woke up a vegan

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There were no bells and whistles. No light bulbs or ah-ha moments. It was simple, one day I ate meat, dairy and eggs and the next day I didn’t. I went cold tofu so to speak. It wasn’t a choice; it was a moment when I tuned into a small and gentle feeling from within.  A moment when I listened to what my body was telling me and a moment when allowed myself to really hear it. I didn’t know where I was going when I started, I just knew it felt right. My journey has been uncomplicated and here’s how I’ve arrived:

My chemotherapy cocktail was downright nasty. It looked like watered down cool-aid, hawaiian punch flavored. It’s crazy to think that it took almost five months of continuos chemicals to kill the tumor. God, I hope it worked. Every three weeks for 96 hours, chemicals were pumped into my body and they stayed there for the following two weeks only to be replenished by another round. Wondering what that feels like? Well, you know the feeling you have right before you get a shot? When time is suspended while you hold your breath, squeeze your eyes shut, and feel the pain of the needle prick even before it goes in. That’s what it felt like. But on the last day of chemo, I exhaled deeply. It was over. I soon felt an urge to fill this space, where there were chemicals and pain, with something clean, green, and anything that would help me recover. I became desperate to find a way to rid my body of the chemicals.

I knew the chemicals were still within me because my body ached of them for weeks after my last day and I was peeing pink for a long time. The chemo was the same color going in as it was going out. Revolting. With all the time I had laying around in bed I started to surf the net, read blogs, and articles about detoxing and recovering from chemo. I soon realized that all of my searches led me to the same place, a vegan diet. I knew nothing about being a vegan or how difficult it would be for me to follow so I developed a simple plan. I decided that I needed to drink a ton of water and eat a ton of plants. I began by setting a personal goal of drinking  64-96 ounces of water every day. Then I worked on eating more vegetables. I learned that plants can provide all the nutrients you need while detoxing your body at the same time so I started eating a huge salad at every meal. Some days I just couldn’t stomach raw greens so that led me to Juicing. Juicing was the easiest way to get a ton of greens and other raw vegetables and fruits into my diet. Juicing is what really made the difference because after guzzling a tall 32 ounce jar of cold green juice, the only thing I wanted to eat was plants. Before I knew it, I was eating all plants and no meat, dairy or eggs. Without even realizing it, I didn’t miss any of those things. My new diet satisfied all of my hunger pangs and indulged my cravings, but most of all it made me feel good.

Living this lifestyle feels peaceful. There’s a gentleness about consciously abstaining from violence against animals and the great harm to our environment while raising them. My body needs peace. I need whole, natural foods to scrub each one of cells clean of the chemo. Surprisingly, there hasn’t been a day in the past seven months that I have looked back and craved a food that I no longer eat. I still pee pink every now and then and that is my silent reminder of how I got to where I am today. I don’t know if being a vegan will prevent cancer and I don’t know if will bring me ultra-health. All I know, is that it tastes and feels gooooooooood.

Check out my vegan blog, The Curated Vegan.