July 3, 2012, my life took an abrupt detour, again. Breast cancer. This was not my first rodeo, well, not my first rodeo with cancer. In 1990, I had undergone surgery and treatment (M.D. Anderson) for nasopharynx cancer that the doctors determined was caused by second hand cigarette smoke.
In 1990, I was living the high life. Great job, two precious little kids, great marriage, and even a cable TV show in the works. I wish I could say the physicians telling me I had “3 months to live” was my wakeup call but I can’t. My life took a radical, abrupt detour – one I was not in control of. I was angry, shocked, scared, sad, fearful, irritated, didn’t have time for it, and had to move to Houston for surgery and treatment for the next 28 weeks. Alone.
I underwent surgery, that was fine. Next, the two times a day, five days a week, 28-week radiation regime began. I had 28 weeks to wallow, stew, fret, obsess, cry, scream, and worry, while I knew my body was daily being burnt inside and out. I felt I had absolutely no control or say-so in my life or my treatment. My orders were to show up to radiation treatment twice a day with the ugly horrifying mask they molded for my face, so they could burn the cancer out of my head and neck.
Radiation was brutal. In 1990 head and neck radiation was not localized like it is today, but this aggressive and radical treatment did save my life.
My “wake up call” was during this time. It was a process. It wasn’t sudden, that would be too easy. I had to go through the gamut of emotions, experiences, and events to finally, in the end, understand that there had always been a carefully thought out plan for my life – and I did not design it.
Skipping forward 22 years to July 3, 1990. The exact date I was married years ago, the day my son was born, and now also the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Another sudden detour, but this time was different.
The shock, anger, fear, sadness, and irritation were not there when Dr. Sarah Kahn, M.D. (Radiologist) invited me into her office to view the films, I already knew what she was going to tell me. A gut feeling for two years… An incredibly calm secure feeling exuded throughout by body. This time, I was going to be in control of my treatment and life.
Mastectomy? Fine. Reconstructive surgery? Great, I always wanted great boobs. Let’s get it going. No traditional treatment, no matter what. I didn’t even know what reconstructive surgery entailed, I just wanted the cancer removed.
I refused chemotherapy. Refused radiation. Refused any treatment coming close to traditional medicine. My friends, colleagues, my kids, my parents, and neighbors even were not happy with me. I was told I was “defiant”, “rebellious”, “stupid”, “selfish”, and an oncologist shared with me, I would “be dead in a year”. Oh well, I was not going to go through chemo and radiation. Period.
I made the choice to take charge and research avenues for breast cancer treatment. I read books, searched the internet, read hundreds of websites. I began taking a few supplements, omitting all sugar and “white products” from my diet. I traveled to Scottsdale, Arizona to Dr. Daniel Rubin, ND, FABNO. Dr. Rubin specializes in naturopathic oncology.
Beginning with bloodwork sent to different countries, Dr. Rubin then began the medical regimen. I immediately “went cold turkey” with processed foods, dairy (my cancer was hormone positive), soy products, Diet Coke, wine, white food products (bread/rice), no fruit (turns to sugar after ingested) anything not organic, sugar, and all products that contained sugar. My stringent food intake required a vast about of knowledge about food, how it was grown, prepared, and processed. “Green” became by best friend (as in kale), green shakes and green powder, and high protein intake was vitally important.
I am not by any means saying this was an easy, quick, magical regimen. It was a total life style change, devoting my entire existence to a strict regimen of taking 50 pills a day, carefully examining every single food I put in my mouth, exercise, drinking vegetable shakes, having Vitamin C IV’s burning like fire through my veins, having my boobs cut off, and 3 surgeries for reconstructive surgery. The difference was I felt I had some control. I had a choice to follow the regimen or not….I chose to suck it up, no matter what, and save my own life.
This is not being written so I get a “poor thing” response or a “Hey look at me, I am a Super Hero”. This is to say that I have experienced first hand the demon called cancer. I am fully aware of the feelings, lifestyle change, and how it not only affects the patient but the entire family and friends of the individual with cancer.
I am not saying people should not do traditional treatment. Traditional treatment saved my life in 1990. Breast cancer cases are not all alike. People are not all alike. I was just not going to undergo the traditional treatment again. It was a personal choice I made 6 years ago.
I am the person I am today due to cancer, as well as other unplanned difficult events in my life. Events I did not want to deal with, nor did I understand at the time. Today, I feel honored that God trusted me enough to allow me to go through what I have gone through in my life to genuinely meet people where they are, when they need it the most.
There has always been a carefully designed plan crafted specifically for me…the entire time. I am blessed.