My Miracle in Progress Story

My experience

What I am sharing is a truthful account of my experience since discovering my recurrence in the summer of 2016. It was one small lump in my breast right where it had been removed four years before in my 2012 conventionally treated (surgery, radiation, hormonal) scarline.I spent the next 2.5 years treating my cancer holistically rotating various protocols every six weeks and monitoring my progress along the way. My primary treatment plan involved the use of Bloodroot Black salve both internally and externally. If you are unfamiliar with this, I will warn you to be careful when googling. The images are not for the faint of heart. While this process was very painful and life hindering, I was able to keep my cancer stable until the beginning of the year.

Discovering symptoms

Then something changed. It was as if my body decided enough was enough with the painful salves and started producing tumors in both my breasts. These tumors were growing rapidly and multiplying like rabbits. I was declining so rapidly it was almost unbelievable. By the time all was said and done I now have lesions in my brain, lymphs, breasts, sternum, spine, sacrum, and lungs.

I began to lose hope and started saying things I had never said before like “I don't know how much longer I can do this” or “What is the point in fighting so hard just to suffer like this?”. I started asking for guidance on which direction to go.
In swoops the Hope4Cancer Treatment Centers. I have a few virtual friends that had been posting about their great successes there. I decided it was time to do something different to try and get different results.

When I arrived there, I wheeled into the building because I couldn’t walk. I was so sick from the airplane (because of brain tumors I did not know I had) they went to work on making me comfortable right away. I was violently vomiting and had the worst headache of my life. I couldn’t swallow even water without choking.
My first 7 days in the clinic, I was being fed and hydrated via IV nearly 20 hours a day and could hardly leave my room. My state of affairs was looking pretty bleak. My husband said he literally said his goodbyes to me on a few occasions. Despite being so sick, I was determined to keep pushing.

My treatment and healing process

I spent day and night going from therapy to therapy working to heal my body. My Drs and nurses held my hand and never once let on that they thought I was hopeless. Instead, they took care of me the whole time and made sure my pain was managed. Slowly but surely as time passes I am healing each and every day. I just keep doing the work, receiving the treatments, and keeping faith that I am a walking miracle. Perhaps your healing path leads you down a different road. A road filled with different forks, potholes, and u-turns. Regardless of how you are traveling to find healing, one constant is your mindset. You must have the right mindset if you want to heal.

Unbreakable faith and belief that miracles happen. If you are willing to do the work, to buy all the way in, to do whatever it takes to get better, your chances of healing are going to multiply.

All of a sudden I just feel like I have made this remarkable turnaround. I am walking around much easier without getting winded. Most of my hard tumors are softer, smaller, or gone. The worst offender has gone from a huge angry red walnut to a tiny little peanut in just 5 weeks. These are results I can see and feel!

I am a miracle in the works. I see how I get better every day. It’s unexplainable but I just keep believing I am gonna be one of those survivor stories of how I was revived from my deathbed to live the long and happy life I deserve. I am shooting for a celebration in New Orleans for my 40th birthday this year and I know I am going to make it with ease because I have unwavering faith in my ability to heal.