Two years ago today I received the devastating metaplastic breast cancer diagnosis, with poor prognosis. Today I am vibrantly alive. On this bewildering anniversary, I would like to share a powerful story that has been close to my heart, and very private, since it happened.
Last year in April, towards the end of my radiation treatments, I received a bodywork session from the lovely Corinna who owns a day spa in Marin County (see below). She gave me a great massage on my back. By the time I turned over, I was very relaxed. She had seen and touched my left breast-less chest previously, so I trusted her implicitly. My eyes were closed, as I melted into her touch, and the background sounds of seagulls and ocean waves coming from her speakers.
At some point I sensed her hands moving above the skin of my left side, above my chest, in the air, in a movement as if she was pulling something out of me. Because I did not want to disturb this sensation, I kept my eyes closed. As she continued with the motion, all of a sudden I felt something very strange and powerful: “the spirit of cancer”, like a genie being released from a bottle – whooooosh – was leaving my body. The cancer was gone.
Since that moment I have felt free of cancer. Like a curse was taken away; an alien was expelled, an exorcism performed. Because the experience was so strong, I did not talk to Corinna about it; or much at all. I am not sure if she was aware of it, or if she even moved her hands over my chest in the way I imagined. It doesn’t really matter because I am certain that at that moment the spirit of cancer left my body.
Is there such a thing as “the spirit of cancer”? My pragmatic mind would have doubted it, but my direct experience made me feel otherwise.
So today two years have passed since the diagnosis. I feel strong, healthy and vibrantly alive. The cancer is gone. All is well.
PS. Thank you, Corinna, for your loving touch and support. I will never forget it, and the wonderful massages and facials you gave me at Body Celebration. ❤