My journey,
I walked out of the door of the clinic in January 2022, the air was sharp and cool and I remember sitting in my car trying to understand what I was feeling. I rubbed my arm gently, the mini bandage still in place from the picc line and looked back over the year I had just had.
In December 2020 I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer, right bang in the midst of my menopause and I was floored. My nervous system went into overdrive, full of panic and it was only through the love of the community around me that I found my balance again. They reminded me of who I was and kept me on track.
I went through the requisite treatment plan using both allopathic and complementary approaches and blogged about it all. The quiet listening Shiatsu practitioner became very transparent and vulnerable, as much to meet the audience of supporters as to recover her own voice.
I came through that year with many ups and downs. And on that January day, sitting in the car digesting the news of my remission, I began to understand that I had put myself through my own personal process of healing using the traditional medicine tools that I had used for so long with my clients.
I began to realise how much my shiatsu body work sessions had evolved into mentoring sessions over the years, with videos, nutritional advice and so much more.
Daily during my recovery I did Qi Gong and developed other energy-based exercises. I put to use the nutritional knowledge and reformulated my diet. I looked my old trauma in the face and found compassion for myself. I spent hours doing relaxation techniques, breathwork, Yoga Nidra and mindfulness.
I found my inner artist and writer.
In short I became my own client and mentor, who was dealing with both menopause and cancer.
With regards to the cancer there is no magic formula to make it end. I was lucky. Every day I live in gratitude that I am alive.
But I also learned something about transition.
As a society we seem to have forgotten how to move through times when life changes shape. The moments when the old ways of being no longer fits, but the new one hasn't quite revealed itself.
Those are the places I now understand from the inside.
Let me help you remember your golden thread.
I walked out of the door of the clinic in January 2022, the air was sharp and cool and I remember sitting in my car trying to understand what I was feeling. I rubbed my arm gently, the mini bandage still in place from the picc line and looked back over the year I had just had.
In December 2020 I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer, right bang in the midst of my menopause and I was floored. My nervous system went into overdrive, full of panic and it was only through the love of the community around me that I found my balance again. They reminded me of who I was and kept me on track.
I went through the requisite treatment plan using both allopathic and complementary approaches and blogged about it all. The quiet listening Shiatsu practitioner became very transparent and vulnerable, as much to meet the audience of supporters as to recover her own voice.
I came through that year with many ups and downs. And on that January day, sitting in the car digesting the news of my remission, I began to understand that I had put myself through my own personal process of healing using the traditional medicine tools that I had used for so long with my clients.
I began to realise how much my shiatsu body work sessions had evolved into mentoring sessions over the years, with videos, nutritional advice and so much more.
Daily during my recovery I did Qi Gong and developed other energy-based exercises. I put to use the nutritional knowledge and reformulated my diet. I looked my old trauma in the face and found compassion for myself. I spent hours doing relaxation techniques, breathwork, Yoga Nidra and mindfulness.
I found my inner artist and writer.
In short I became my own client and mentor, who was dealing with both menopause and cancer.
With regards to the cancer there is no magic formula to make it end. I was lucky. Every day I live in gratitude that I am alive.
But I also learned something about transition.
As a society we seem to have forgotten how to move through times when life changes shape. The moments when the old ways of being no longer fits, but the new one hasn't quite revealed itself.
Those are the places I now understand from the inside.
Let me help you remember your golden thread.
