How Slowing Down Found My Cancer and Saved My Life
I sat straight up in bed and went over the dream I’d just woken up from. In this dream, I was looking at myself in a mirror. A fish hook was punctured all the way through my left breast. It was a bloody mess, and I found myself fixated on the barb, and the point. I looked myself in the eye and asked out loud, “How am I going to get out of this?” Now awake and in my bed, I suddenly remembered the tiny, pebble sized lump I had felt on my left breast about six weeks earlier and hadn’t thought of since. Wondering if it was still there, I reached up to feel my breast.
Indeed it was.