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It has taken me three years to understand that my `Just give it all to me, I can handle it’ attitude caused my cancer. My “just keep going, be strong’ mantra, nearly killed me.
At the time I was thinking that I was doing the right thing. I was a good mum, a good wife, a fantastic employee. Hard-working, obliging, diligent. However not once at any time did I listen to my body when it said I was tired. When it called to me that my heart was pounding, my neck muscles straining and my pulse racing. I would be thirsty, my head would be aching, I would just push on. “I will just finish this and then I will rest/have a glass of water/take a moment” but that moment never came. I just kept adding to my never ending to-do list.
My body had no choice but to make me stop. It was a physical intervention. I had a disease and cancer was the cure.
 
Since my diagnosis three years ago, I have been on a journey of self-discovery. Sounds all spiritual and mystical doesn’t it? Actually it has been painful, physically, mentally and emotionally. Three surgeries, chronic back aches and a long list of not so pleasant pharmaceutical side effects, led me to ask what was going on with me and how could I make things better.
As I had already decided to never again ignore the language of my body, I started talking and listening to my pain. I meditated with it and was led to some pretty dark places. In the dark I connected honestly to my soul and I was shown how I had had a hand in it all.
The pain showed me where to look, and once I was there, how to heal. There have been tears…buckets full, however there has also been deep understanding on a cellular level, forgiveness and now a renewed passion for life.
As I re-learn how to be authentically me and how to balance being lovingly selfless and lovingly selfish, my pain lessens each day.
Believe it or not, pain can be the light at the end of the tunnel.
Yes, it hurts. It wants your attention. So take notice. Why is it so? What is your body telling you?
 
 

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