Just have to share this:
Two years ago today, I was diagnosed with Stage Four Breastcancer, and given a 30% chance of survival, and 6 months to live.
For reasons too numerous to mention, I had no medical aid. The chemo would've cost R14k per treatment; 3 treatments per round, and 12 rounds to begin with. It was financially impossible.
I cut my long dark hair short, and dyed it blond (it was on my bucket list) in preparation for the chemo.
I am a bit of a fatalist, so I waited to see whether the money would miraculously appear. It didn't.
I put on my big girl panties and dealt.
I did my research and narrowed ALL cancers down to having been caused by three factors: Blood pH (Acidic); Oxygen Deficiency, and Emotional.
I started a stringent alternative protocol - including weird and wonderful and airy fairy treatments such as floatation tank therapy, meditation, reiki, etc etc etc.
Literally seven weeks later, I was in remission.
So tonight, I am opening a huge bottle of wine (yes you may drink wine while killing cancer), and celebrating with those who stood by me - they can be counted on less than one hand.
I feel like this day should be made a public holiday - called 'I Can! Day' (Also the name of my NPO).