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Howdy all! I’ve started a new website. It’s still really under construction, but will have more information on the treatments I’ve done that have kept me on the planet. Today I posted the directions for Black Salve. Yesterday was another post about the main ingredient in Black Salve, Sanguinaria Canadensis also known as Bloodroot.
I’ll keep posting here too. I love you all!
Love, gratitude and blessings
Filed under: Inspiration
When I’m out in my WonderWoman outfit, most people have no idea why I’m wearing it. It’s fun! It makes people smile, laugh, wonder…I got an email today. It’s rare that I ever get any feedback, but wanted to share.
We met just for a few minutes last summer.I did not know why you were dressed as you were and you did not say.But you made an impression on me. You bring cheer to the people you touch.
I moved to Everett last year for my work.I am a long way from home and friends and family. It has been all work and no play for to long. But on a sunny day I got away after work and got to meet Wonder Woman.
It does sound silly I know but when I remember that day I still smile. That’s why I do it!
Today at home I somehow came across your blog. Susan I feel that you are an amazing woman\person. I now understand why you were out dressed as Wonder Woman that day.It is really a no brainer.
Susan thank you for spreading the sunshine.I wish you all the best in life and pray for your health.
Thank you Chris! Spread the sunshine with me! Funny, I changed my Facebook profile picture today to a very happy sunshine
Filed under: Gratitude
So, so many things to be thankful for! The usual family, friends, dogs, a job I love, a car that gets me where I want to go, a house that I feel safe in, the lessons cancer has taught me…
Today, I’m so thankful to you, and you, and you. Yes, I loved you with all my heart…for a long time. You taught me so much about myself. Yes, there were good times, but what I’m choosing to see today are all the ways you treated me that made me sad. The many times I cried. I don’t know why I believed I deserved to be treated unfairly. It was familiar. Not comfortable, but familiar. For so long, it was all I knew. I didn’t know there were men who were different from you. Had you not kicked me out when I started to recognize I deserved better, or moved out of state when the cancer got bad, or threatened me, because you could, I wouldn’t have known. I held onto the hurt for so long. Not something I would recommend, because holding it in probably contributed to the cancer. You taught me so much about how I don’t want to be treated. I built a wall to keep men away from me. It worked for a long time, but then…somehow, my wall got a crack in it.
Something changed. Maybe because I never wanted to be in another relationship. Maybe because I quit looking. I didn’t think it was possible to spend time with a man and actually enjoy it. Without going into details you don’t need, I have amazing men in my life. I’m developing friendships I never thought were possible. They’re showing me that I’m so much more valuable than you ever wanted me to know. They hold me accountable. They make me smile. They make me laugh. Maybe someday it will be more, but regardless, I love them!
Thank you! I love my life!
Love, gratitude and blessings
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I have so much I want to get done today. I’ve done several loads of laundry…I only washed/dried them…they’re in a big pile on the guest room bed, with the previous several loads. I won’t bore you with my cleaning details, but thought the best way to get more done was to put in some of my favorite music. I found some of my Trans Siberian Orchestra cd’s. I love their music! I’m so excited about going to the concert this Saturday! Funny how certain things can bring back memories we’ve forgotten.
My friend Dan took me to see TSO several years ago. The cancer was in my liver, lymphatic system, all over my skin and a new lump in my head had recently appeared. The perfect Christmas present for me! I loved the concert! So many things went through my head. Good and bad. My dad died from kidney cancer in 1998, 5 months after his diagnosis. I was closer to my family than most people I know, but didn’t want them to see me as sick as I was. I wanted people to remember me healthy, not sick and dying. I wasn’t working, so I didn’t have the money to go to Dallas for Christmas anyway. Even now, when I hear their song “She’s coming home” I relate it to dying, not going home to see family.
As I listen to the cd now, I’m not thinking about the music, the lazers, the explosions, the dancing… I’m thinking about how bad I wanted to be able to take Cameron to a TSO concert. There wouldn’t be another one for a year. The doctors said I wouldn’t make it a year. The statistics showed nobody else had made it a year. I cried throughout the concert, thinking about all the things I would never do with Cameron.
BUL*SH*T! I changed what I was thinking. I pretended the energy and power from the music was healing my body. I believed I was the only one who could determine my expiration date! The concert made me feel good. I thought about good times I had with my family and my dad when he was still alive. I was going to keep doing the things I was doing to attempt to get well. My new goal was to still be alive and take Cameron to the concert the following year. I didn’t have to know how it would happen, I just had to believe it would and do everything in my power to make it happen.
Yes, the following November, I was still alive. The cancer was still alive too. Even though it was several years past the expiration date I was given, I still had the thoughts in my head that I couldn’t make plans more than 3 months out. I felt like taking Cameron to the concert would be something he would remember for the rest of his life. I couldn’t think of anything else that would be as memorable as being silly “headbanging” with mom at TSO.
Apparently I just needed to write and cry. All better now Once again, excited about the concert this Saturday! I can’t wait. I’m alive and well, cancer or not…doesn’t matter. I love my life! I do things that make me happy and have fun every day!
I got a message this morning that a friend of a friend has terminal cancer. Welcome to my world. Hey, my world isn’t so bad! As I’ve said before, terminal only means your doctor’s knowledge and ability to help you has been terminated. It’s rare that any problem only has one solution. And there’s a solution to every problem. As bad as it’s been, the cancer has taught me some of the most powerful lessons! Find the blessings in everything!
Love, Gratitude and Blessings
How can someone say they love someone and hit them? Last night I got a friend request and one of the things we both “like” is the book “The Art of Racing in The Rain”. Last year, a coworker said she thought I’d like it…she said the dog tells the story about his owner, who is a race car driver. From my perspective, the dog tells the story about a race car driver, but it’s really about a woman who dies of cancer and a man who gets screwed in the court system by a family member who has more money than he does.
Anyway, there are times when she flips out. Then she cries, not understanding why she did it. I did that way more than anyone should – back when the cancer was taking over, but I didn’t know it yet. My anger was usually directed at my dog, then I would cry and lay on the floor with her as she would lick the tears and snot off my face. She was so forgiving.
I didn’t know that anger issues could be related to the liver. The terminal diagnosis made the anger worse, but at that point, I understood. I took out a few bushes and trees in my yard with an ax. I went to the gym for intense workouts when I felt the anger and frustration brewing. Aside from that, I began detoxing my body. Angry, screaming Susan wasn’t who I wanted to be.
Everything we put in or on our bodies has to be processed by our livers. If the filter is dirty, it can’t do its job. Unlike changing the air filter in the car or furnace, we have to clean ours without taking it out.
How do you clean a filter without taking it out? I would love for it to be magic and simply change a thought and have it cleaned, but it didn’t work like that for me. It has been a long, but simple process. I have found Gerson Coffee enemas to be the most effective at flushing stuff out of the liver. Stuff, it’s a technical term… The Gerson clinic recommends their patients do 3 a day for 5 years. See, told you it’s a long process. Most people die when cancer is residing in their liver. I wasn’t interested in that yet. I’ve never done 3/day, but I am in my 5th year of at least 1, 5 days a week. My demeanor is very different than it was 5 years ago.
Aside from flushing the stuff out, everything we breathe, eat, drink, inject (flu shots, vaccines…any drugs), put on our skin (our skin absorbs more stuff, that’s why nicotine and birth control patches work) has to be processed by the liver.
At home, I have air filters, shower filters – in a 10 minute shower, your skin absorbs chlorine equivalent to drinking 6-8 glasses of chlorinated water, and your lungs absorb up to 100 times that in the form of chlorine gas if the shower is as hot as I like it. $40/year for a shower filter is worth it to me.
If I can’t eat something, I don’t put it on my skin. I use organic coconut oil for moisturizing my skin. It feels great and it tastes great too, but that’s a different subject.
I eat mostly raw organic foods but some cooked foods.
There are always going to be things I can’t control. I don’t worry about those things. I do however, concern myself with the things I can control. Everything I eat or drink is a simple decision. It’s always my choice…except when I was passed out from low blood sugar and had sugar injected into me. But aside from that, most of our choices are ours to make.
How powerful to know that each decision, or lack of, is mine to choose. I get to decide every waking moment if I want to make my life better…or not.
The quality of what we put out is determined by the quality of what we put in.
Love, gratitude and blessings,