We are not Alone

 

An absolute can only be given in an intuition, while all the rest has to do with analysis. –Henri Bergson

I am encouraged that two of my readers have chosen to share their inspirational stories with me—and the readers of my blog—in rapid succession!  I would love it if there were regular submissions from all those who feel that by telling their story, others will benefit.  I know how true that is from all my work with patients who have been in my groups over the years, sharing with each other and making a difference in their own lives, the lives of everyone in the group, and in my own, for which I will always be grateful.  Please go to the “Share” page of my website and send your story to me.  Now, read on as Kathleen takes us inside her healing journey.           –Bernie


Kathleen O'Keefe-KanavosCancer is Humbling.  It’s guaranteed to knock you down with its series of crises, beginning with discovery and continuing through treatment, often with no end in sight.  Upon hearing a cancer diagnosis, many people feel devastated, confused and alone. Nothing is farther from the truth:  Even in our darkest hour—we are never alone!  I know because I’m a two-time, twelve-year, stage-four breast cancer survivor who found out the hard way that not all cancers are discovered by conventional medical tests. I didn’t believe the test results that came back “negative for cancer” because dreams told me the physicians and tests had missed a tumor that was stage-two Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. Five years later, they told me my doctors had missed a second breast cancer that was stage-four Lobular Carcinoma. 

My persistent self-advocating with the unwavering help of spiritual guides in my dreams finally resulted in convincing my doctor to perform exploratory surgery on a spot that he couldn’t feel, the tests didn’t show existed,  was against hospital policy, and his better judgment.  The result was a diagnosis that shocked the medical community and changed my life, forever.  Have you ever had a gut instinct that disagreed with scientific facts, and then found that your intuition was correct and the facts wrong?    I let my dreams guide me, and then used modern medical tests to validate what those dreams said. Listen, and then validate!

One of my biggest and most pressing challenges throughout my ordeal was deciding whom to trust—my doctors and their conventional results, or my dreams and their spiritual messages.  I decided to listen to both! I requested different procedures and medical tests and cross-checked them against my guided information as I ran the race of life against time.  Fortunately, I was under the watchful eye of something even wiser than my learned physicians. I was under the protection of spiritual-guides from the other side who were at odds with my doctors and the tests on which they relied.

My story is an alternative to ignoring our intuition in favor of science or ignoring science in favor of intuition.  I learned that the best way to survive any health crisis is to mix intuition and science and then cross-check them against each other for answers that are indisputably correct.  In order to effectively battle illness, we must get in touch with our inner-selves and work together toward the goal of survival by using everything available to us. By searching within ourselves through dreams, meditation or prayer, we will find our own set of answers to any challenge.

I remember the exact moment I received validation of my dreams, and spiritual guides. “Pathology didn’t like what they saw when they cut the tumor open,” my surgeon said after closing the privacy curtain behind him.  “So, is it cancer?” I asked, while holding fast to the hospital gurney, bracing myself for the answer I already suspected and feared.  “Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll refer you to someone else now, a specialist.” Thus began my Alice in Wonderland’s steady decent down the dark rabbit hole of Cancerland.

My dreams had been right.  With my surgeon’s words, the first shot of my ensuing battle had been fired, and it was not a warning shot across my bow, it was point-blank into my breast. I glanced down at my painful wound and wept with grief and joy.  My guided dreams had saved my life. I was not alone.

This post was submitted by Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos.


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