Here we are 3 months after my doctor tried to tell me I have breast cancer and I turned in to a rebel and not only am I still alive, I actually feel a million times better than I did 3 months ago.
Why would I go against the medical advice given to me? Why would I not just go along with what they were advising me to do?
I refused because something inside me said no. Something powerful inside my body made me very uncomfortable while listening to the advice of the doctors and I decided to listen to it.
When I first noticed the tumors growing I’m not going to lie, I panicked, I was immediately convinced my life was about to be cut very short. I had already been following along with the medical industry because of my previous career in medical coding and billing, I knew about the random things that could be billed for, I knew about the bonuses gotten for vaccines, oh I’m sorry they are called incentives. Working for several big name medical organizations in our valley I knew what they pushed for and what didn’t bring them money.
I think another thing that helped me was the fact that I question EVERYTHING. All the trauma I endured as a child and all the secrets my family tried so hard to hide and continue to hide resulted in me questioning everything that I encounter. I even question things I shouldn’t because the element of surprise is not something I like very much. My husband can’t even surprise me with dinner because I’ll have asked him as soon as he starts cooking what we are having just to have less fear of what’s to come, even though he’d never make me something I don’t like.
I became one of those conspiracy theorists years ago when small things didn’t make sense to me and I started asking questions. I’m learning through therapy I don’t like the unknown, I like transparency due to having my questions go unanswered in childhood and most of my adulthood by people who should have embraced my questions.
I never really was a big fan of doctors, I’m not sure why, maybe because sitting in a doctor’s office and asking questions reminded me of trying to ask questions to my parents as a child. I never really got any answers, just dancing around the subject and brushing off the need to answer and being left with a because I said so response.
My tumors randomly showed up one day, they didn’t slowly grow over the last few years. From my research, I’m not sure anything could have been detected as far as prevention, I had symptoms that should have been looked at 2 years ago but were brushed aside as perimenopause.
From my own experience and my own treatment plan with the support of both of my doctors cancer is absolutely treatable on our own and more importantly it’s 100% preventable but we don’t really want to listen to that part because we live in a world of convenience. The route I am going is a lot of work, it’s looking at my lifestyle and picking it apart and changing it. It’s being consistent with my routine, it’s requiring discipline and awareness. I want it to last and be a permanent fix, I don’t need a quick fix that is actually just a bandaid over a bigger problem.
I have not been officially diagnosed with cancer and it is something I won’t be diagnosed with either for a few reasons so I’m going to stop referring to myself as having cancer. I have a great imbalance in my body that has caused tumors to grow and I am working on getting my body back in balance and letting my body handle the tumors.
The only way I can get an actual cancer diagnosis is by having a biopsy done which will give me a label and make me a statistic, both of which I’d rather not participate in. The odds of me living past the next 5 years with traditional medical treatment are low, in fact I have recently learned that I would have been considered Stage IV had I continued with traditional medical treatments. In the beginning of the year I really did feel like I was dying, I’d bet I was pretty close to it. Currently, I feel like a million dollars and if I didn’t have a tumor the size of a golf ball in my boob I wouldn’t be able to remember that I was close to death a few months ago.
There are so many reasons why I declined the treatment they were trying to force on me with number one being the label it would have given me. I don’t have medical insurance for a reason and that’s another story for another day, but this label would have delayed my ability to not only get medical insurance but life insurance would also be hard to get and the costs for both would be exponentially higher than without that label. The other reasons were personal reasons that revolve around labels and I just didn’t really want people to feel sorry for me and suddenly care about me.
I’m sharing my story just to show others that it’s okay to go against the grain. It’s okay to think for yourself and it’s okay to ask questions. It’s okay to tell your doctor no and it’s okay to seek another opinion. If it doesn’t feel right with you then it’s probably not right.
I’m not encouraging others to become rebels, but I am encouraging you to become curious of your own experiences and intuition.
Thank you for keeping up with my story. I’m truly grateful for everything going on in my life and the tremendous amount of support I’m getting. Please feel free to sign up for notifications of new chapters, feel free to share my story, feel free to ask questions. Feel free to be yourself!
Until next time!
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