Of all the challenges deliberate creators may face, a diagnosis of cancer can strongly test our ability to stay happy and aligned (aka “in the vortex”). Even if we’re just supporting friends or family with cancer, our alignment can be tough to find.
Which is why I asked the brilliant LOA Coach Zoe Routh for her take on this topic:
When I was told I had cancer – almost six years ago now – I think I got belted as far as can be possibly imagined from the vortex. Terror, fear, despair are all pretty non-vortexy.
One thing I knew for sure at the time: that there was no way I would heal if I stayed out of the vortex in sludgy vibes. So my ‘work’ in dealing with cancer was to edge myself back into the vortex. (Quick primer on the vortex here.)
How the heck do you do that when you’re faced with a potentially life threatening illness?
First of all you face the facts.
Cancer is not some evil insidious invasion. It is just some cells that have gotten out of balance and freaked out. Kind of like kids on too much sugar. They’re not evil; their behaviour is.
So I made peace with my cells and sent them loving thoughts. I made peace with lots of my body parts. I made peace with lots of my life too – let go of ‘shoulds’, and ‘ought tos’, and obligations. I became a stress free zone. I opened up to all the loving support that started to flood my way, and felt myself edging much closer to the Vortex. This is when I started to see and feel appreciation for my experience.
I started focusing on each day, valuing the loveliness and delights of life in a way I had never seen or experienced before. Very vortexy.
When I went in for my surgery, I was a lot more aligned with well-being than I was before my diagnosis.
So when I got news on Friday that my five-month pregnant sister had breast cancer there was a distinct lack of hysterics. I thought to myself, ‘this is ok, this is manageable. She’ll be fine.”
Part of me was wondering, ‘should I be more upset? Was I being callous by not being more emotional?’
Well, duh, no! How is me being hysterical in any way going to help her get in alignment with well-being?
Time to face the facts again: she is in the care of very good doctors, the cancer type is not aggressive and localised, the surgery will likely remove all the troubled cells, people survive this treatment all the time with no problems, the baby is in no danger from the surgery or any post-operative treatment, she’s got a good and loving husband around her, my mum will be there to support her too and help with her two year old, she’ll be in and out of hospital in a day, and bonus extra – the breast reconstruction will mean removal of some belly fat and matching in shape and size – a tummy tuck and boob job at the same time, all covered under insurance – nice!
The fact is, if we think that it’s no big deal, that’s what it is.
If we catastrophise and imagine the worst, we set ourselves up for alignment with an unhappy ending.
I know what I prefer.
So I’m doing cancer in the vortex:
I’m thinking of cancer with a little ‘c’. I’m not buying into the hysteria and hype and statistics (these are as Abe says, just evidence of what other people have done with their energy and has nothing to do with this situation). I’m buying into the story that cancer is no big deal – treatments are fast, effective, and getting better and better.
I’m living proof there is life – a very good one – after a cancer diagnosis.
I’m hoping by my example I’ll invite my sister to the Vortex too.
How would you do cancer in the vortex?
Zoe Routh is a Magnetic Leadership coach and expert with over 20 years experience in leadership and personal development, maximising the potential of youth and adults through outdoor adventure. She has worked with thousands of individuals and groups and counts amongst her previous leadership roles Staff and Training Director of Outward Bound Australia, President of the Chamber of Women in Business, and Chair of the Outdoor Council of Australia. Zoe also develops and delivers leadership programs for the Australian Rural Leadership Foundation.
Zoe is committed to better leaders, better business, and better life for her clients. Get her tips when you subscribe to the Magnetic Leader at www.innercompass.com.au
Even though it’s none of our business, it’s not unusual to have questions about someone else’s experience.
Especially when it’s someone we look up to as an example of how to live.
To the extent we can learn from it, be inspired by it or feel better by looking, I am all for getting in someone else’s business.
Since we’ve learned from Abraham that disease is a result of our vibration, and we assume Esther and Jerry Hicks are pretty good vibration managers, it does naturally lead one to ask what’s up with Jerry Hicks.
Last Wednesday Jerry sent out out an email sharing these details:
On March 12 we slept next to the dock with many yachts from many different parts of the world in the slip right outside our window. The next morning I had a large welt on the inside of my wrist that looked like a spider bite. It seemed to resolve itself as time went along forming a pea-shaped nodule on my wrist.
On April 18, I showed it to a dermatologist in Del Mar and she immediately decided to scrape it off and sent it in for a biopsy. We … heard back from the biopsy results that there was something amiss relative to my white blood cell count and she put us in touch with a dermatologist. The subsequent blood test showed my white blood cell count was extremely exaggerated and the physician insisted I undergo immediate treatment with no delay. He pointed out a number of options, one of them was to use the “big guns” (heavy chemotherapy) and so we decided to go along with that and checked into the hospital on May 6th.
We were swept up in such an obvious current of amazing “path of least resistance” events unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before. The strong feeling that we were proceeding in exactly the right direction continued as my response to these “big guns” was a week of no discomfort and none of the highly forewarned side effects. Everyone around us at the hospital kept speaking their surprise at my unusually comfortable experience. We are now in day 18 of a 28 day regimen of bringing my blood counts back into perfect balance.
Jerry plans to rejoin Esther at the workshops after he regains 15 pounds. Read the full post here if you’re interested.)
From the notes I’m getting it’s clear that deliberate creators are wondering how Jerry was a match for this experience, when everything Abraham trains us toward would seem to steer us clear of something like this.
I’ll share my thoughts in the comments, which I invite you to do as well. Together maybe we’ll better understand how this all works.
More importantly, and in keeping with the advice Lisa shared in her article on Maria and Arnold, I’m inviting everyone reading this to hold nice strong happy healthy pictures of Jerry.
Quoting a fellow creator:
“Feel free to think about me strong, whole and healthy, but for God’s sake if you’re feeling sorry for me mind your own damn business.”
Update: Jerry Hicks passed away on November 18, 2011. Read Esther’s note about it here.
No, Russ doesn’t have cancer.
But if he’s not careful, we’re going to give it to him.
.. and everyone else in the world who knows his ridiculous lifestyle and eating habits will lead to cancer if he doesn’t change his ways.
Have I mentioned I was almost a nutritionist in a prior life? In my earlier years I paid super close attention to “healthy” eating habits, and not only practiced them myself but intently imposed them on everyone I cared about.
Almost cost me a super hot boyfriend one year. That’s when I realized how obnoxious I was, when handsome pilot Don told me I was going to have to learn to let him eat cheese pizza in peace.
Much later on, with my developing law of attraction understanding, I came to realize that food and sun and chemicals don’t give us cancer – rather, our thoughts about them do.
But that didn’t stop me from declaring a boycott against Russ’ homemade chocolate chip cookies once I realized he wasn’t using real butter to make them.
He insists on using some ridiculous butter substitute that’s supposed to be easier to cook with that has partially hygrogenated soybean oil. OMG!
See how I am?
I claim to know that it isn’t the FOOD that affects us adversely or optimally, it’s our THOUGHTS about the food. And yet, I apparently haven’t given up my prejudice against all things hydrogenated.
And so the battle continues.
A couple of times now I’ve coached Russ to ignore me when I tell him how bad his daily Mountain Dew habit is, especially for a guy with sleep issues; and that his addiction to bread and pasta is wreaking havoc with his borderline diabetes (not to mention his colon that is probably screaming for fiber – and no, he won’t eat whole wheat, let alone veggies – trust me, I’ve tried), and how maybe a guy who lives his life on the golf course ought to consider sun screen, …
… yada yada yada.
It gets even worse with a couple of other “health-savvy” people in the conversation. We lovingly gang up on him in an effort to change his “dangerous” ways.
I actually announced at our fourth of July barbecue table that I would not care for him when he got whatever type of cancer he was going to get, since he should have known better.
I said that even while knowing that if Russ got cancer, it would be most likely from living with a woman who kept insisting on it.
The truth is this isn’t really Russ’ battle – he doesn’t seem to be phased by any of it. Thank God.
The battle is really mine: the fight between my LOA understanding and years of programming that say the world is a dangerous place.
So what’s a smart girl’s solution?
Well, I’ve already tried to protect Russ by telling him to ignore me; but I think he’s so good at that that he’s not even hearing that advice.
After that I just have to make some sort of peace, right?
I’ve either got to make peace with hydrogenation and preservatives and transfats or I need to make peace with my diet that excludes them, and make peace with Russ’ lifestyle that includes them.
Or get a healthier boyfriend.
Maybe ignorance might be helpful here …
… I purposely didn’t look at ingredients of Just Dessert’s brownie cakes from Costco that I thought I deserved since I was giving up homemade chocolate chip cookies. (Made with Gold’n Soft. Seriously!! Does he have a death wish or WHAT?!)
Ugh! There I go again!
This sounds like a great time for an intention.
“It is my formal intention to make peace with my food, and to make peace with your food, too.”