Turning
Lemons into Lemonade, Instead of Sour Grapes into Whine!
by Debra
Susan Antin In March 1998, at 36,
I was diagnosed with breast Cancer. Thanks to “A Truth Serum Formula” consisting
of A Course In Miracles, Ro-Hun Therapy & “Daily Truth Serum Maintenance Plan”),
I knew the truth, didn’t buy into the fear, and remained joyful. By doing
so, I was present to the lessons that I knew this event would reveal to me.
Because of this approach, the whole experience from diagnosis to mastectomy
to infection to plastic surgery, to chemotherapy, was a fun filled time. I
felt so loved & supported by GOD, The Universe, my husband, family, friends,
co-workers, customers, neighbors, & all of my spiritual brothers. This lighthearted
approach was key to maximizing my healing & minimizing any side effects.
A powerful prayer that
came to me through divine inspiration prior to my mastectomy surgery was-
I trust GOD, and
all of my brothers, which are HIS CHILDREN, and ONE with me.
This prayer allowed me
to completely trust & surrender to the medical professionals who were about
to care for me during surgery, hospital stay, etc. Guess what. My surgery
& hospital stay were fun & joyful. Not only did I experience no pain & require
no pain medication following mastectomy/ reconstruction surgery, every hospital
staff member I came in contact with was not only nice, but loving!
I wound up in the same
hospital shortly thereafter with a whopper of an infection throughout my whole
system. It was only a week after a Port was implanted, (which is a permanent
IV for the administration of chemotherapy). I meditated a lot while lying
there for a week. That’s when it came to me that the infection manifested
from suppressed fear surrounding the upcoming chemotherapy treatments. From
that moment on I decided to refer to infections as “infearreactions!”
Here’s a fear elimination
prayer/exercise that came to me via revelation while lying in the hospital
healing from the above "infearreaction" :
Specific Fears/Addictions/Attachments
If/When there is something/someone you fear/has a hold on you/you feel powerless
against/are addicted or have an unhealthy attachment to:
- Visualize a double-sided
hook as the link.
- Imagine GOD’s WAND
of LIGHT loosening the hook free (both ends).
- Imagine the hook &
the something/someone floating up to the LIGHT/GOD to FREEDOM!
- Affirm: “I’m free and
I free all others! I’m free to be free! And it feels wonderful!
- “_______ doesn’t have
the power! God is the power! And I am aligned with GOD’s POWER!
Here’s another:
- Feel/sense the oneness/
breathe it in!
- Feel/see/sense the
edges of the Light of Oneness lengthening/growing to cover anything unlike
it (darkness)
- Affirm: “There is only
light! All that exists is in the light! All that exists is light!”
- Affirm:
- “Nothing is bad!
Everything is LIGHT!
- Nothing can hurt
me! Everything is LIGHT!
- Light + Light =
Light!
- Light + Dark =
Light!
- There is no darkness!
Only Light!
- There is no
duality! Only LIGHT!
- All that exists
is in the light. Everything is Light!
- GOD is embracing
me in his Light!
- I am Light & one
with HIM and all my brothers (which are HIS children) in the Light!”
Something else occurred to
me during this same hospital stay. Just the word chemo invokes all the fear
of the past. Supposedly the modern version is not like it used to be. I remembered
my goal was to stay in joy & out of fear. Immediately it came to me via Divine
Inspiration to refer to this therapy as “OM’ech”, (which is chemo spelled backwards.)
Since the word “chemo” invokes fear, the opposite should invoke joy. Also ”OM”
is a powerful word/vibration that supposedly is the sound of GOD creating. Therefore,
to me, “OM’ech” means allowing GOD to heal your “ech”. Sounds silly, but it’s
powerful! I even wrote/sent a proposal to my Oncologist, suggesting the switch
to this new term in her practice.
Here is a divinely inspired
prayer/exercise I did around healing that was very powerful for me:
Healing
- “I am not a victim!”
- "I embrace this lesson
& am open to it!”
- "GOD is revealing whatever
I/they need to see, understand, experience, shift &/or transform.”
- "GOD is embracing me/them
through this!”
- “This experience is,
therefore, a joyful one, with many openings & healings!”
- “GOD wills that I be
saved from this!”
- “GOD sees me as sinless
& guiltless!”
- “HIS LOVE surrounds
me! HIS LIGHT surrounds me!
- Then I would sense
and/or feel and/or see God’s light going from my crown on down and from
feet on up. Also into my heart & into physical body & energy field. It was
wonderful to experience GOD’s Hands of Light embracing me in this way.
- Then I would focus
it in particular area needing attention.
- Then I would affirm
restoration of general & specific health in present tense.
- Adding: “Thank you
GOD, in advance! And so it is! Amen!”
I also applied plenty of
Humor to my Tumor! This lighthearted approach was key to maximizing my
healing & minimizing any side effects. Believe it or not it was a fun-filled
time!
Some funny memories are:
- Whenever my medical
history was needed on a form or by a health professional, I would reply:
No. Believe it or not, and I am happy to say, I have never been hospitalized
before…. except for that time I was born.
- I would fill out the
medical forms with kooky answers. For example:
- Question: Do you get
migraines:
Answer: No, but I give them! Just ask my husband!
- Question: Have you
experienced a sudden, drastic reduction in your weight recently?
Answer: I wish!
The health care worker would be laughing out loud!
- The hospital I stayed
in (Northside Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia) was like a 6 star resort; they
even washed my tushy! And it was paid for by insurance! Not even The
Ritz does that! Now that’s customer service at it’s best!
- During the time I
was hospitalized with the “infearreaction” (described above) hospital
stay, my nurse was taking me down to the radiology department to consult
about an alternative IV system. On the way, I commented to my escort that
the hallway we just entered was marked “staff only.” I said I’m probably
allowed, after all, I am hospitalized with a staff infection!
- On my birthday, I
went to the radiology department (at the same hospital mentioned above)
to have a pic line inserted (the alternative long-term IV we selected to
import my “OM’ech”). My allergies were really acting up that day and I asked
for some Kleenex. After taking a handful, I tried to return the box, but
the doctor & the 2 nurses were busy doing their thing in preparation for
the procedure, so I placed them under the radiation protective blanket that
was covering me. While using the gigantic camera machine to locate my veins,
I heard the Dr. going “ Hmmm. Hmmm” and he called a nurse over to show her.
I then heard the nurse go “Hmmm.” The Dr. said the machine is picking up
something unusual, that he couldn’t make out…. I said “Oh. That must be
my connective tissue”, then pulled out the box of Kleenex. We were
all cracking up.
- This same Doctor &
nurse put on an Elton John CD and proceeded to sing “ Don’t Let The Sun
Come Down On Me”, during my procedure. It was fun & beautiful! I was crying
& laughing with joy, from the love I felt emanating from them. It turned
out to be a fun way to spend my birthday!
- After each “OM’ech”
treatment, I would say to the nurse, “That was delicious! My regards to
the chef!” Then I would go home & barf/pass out!
- Even though I convinced
my self that I wouldn’t, yes, I too, began to lose my hair 2 weeks into
the “OM’ech.” The first day I noticed it, I was upset. That afternoon I
meditated & prayed about it. Immediately I got the lesson. It was about
learning that my true beauty comes from within via my connection to GOD,
not from my hair. From that moment on, I began to really enjoy my baldness.
Not only was it freeing, but I had fun with it. Some days I would even dress
like a “ schmaltzy buddhist monk.”
- My stepmother, (who
was in the wig business), brought me 8 wigs. I narrowed it down to 2 that
I liked, but for some reason I was not compelled to wear them. I felt more
drawn to experiencing my baldness. I knew my cat Boris would find these
wigs a virtual playground, so to protect them, I placed each of two on a
back seat head rest in my car. When my friend Robin saw them, she began
cracking up! She asked if I was doing that so I can use the highway express
lane that is designated for carpools with 3 or more passengers! We still
laugh about it.
- I didn’t wear the
wigs at all, until 2 months into my baldness. I have had short hair since
I was 11, so I thought it would be funny to wear the long one & do the hair
flip thing that many long haired ladies do. All day long for the next 3
days I flipped my hair with every sentence & to every person I saw. I work
in a store. One of the days I had a store full of people ( both male & female)
flip their hair in unison, every time a new customer walked in. It was hilarious,
but my neck was killing me!
- To my last “OM’ech”
serving, I brought a couple of noisemakers & a bell. As the medicine
got down to the last drips, my friend Vera & I started counting back real
loud from 10 to zero, ringing bells & using our noise blowers just like
on New Years Eve! Other patients and nurses were applauding me, hugging
me and giving me the thumbs up. Even the guy who cooks up the concoction
heard the party & congratulated me. After all, it did mark a new beginning
& was a cause for celebration! Then I went home to barf!
- So many people have
told me stories about how after chemotherapy (OM’ech), and
the loss of their hair, it returned the opposite. If it was curly, it became
straight. If it was thick, it became thin, etc. Being petite, with short
deep dark brunette hair, I would answer, “ If it all becomes the opposite,
I’ll probably be tall & blonde.
- Strangely enough,
when my hair began to return, it did look blonde. I thought, “Words are
so powerful!.” Then I proceeded to measure myself. Oh well!
- During the first meeting
at the plastic surgeon’s office preceding my mastectomy/reconstruction.
The doctor told me & my (new) husband that my breasts sag/droop and that
I should consider having my right breast reduced & lifted in addition to
the other stuff. I was a little insulted. I told the doctor that I thought
they were firm & beautiful! I thought that was the way they were supposed
to be. In fact my mother’s were the same way! To my surprise, my husband
(Danny) seemed to agree with the doctor!
- In retrospect, it
wasn’t too bad. I ended up with a boob job, tummy tuck (because my new breast
was constructed from tummy tissue), liposuction (to even me out), blonde
hair (came back opposite) and one nipple that is eternally erect (because
it isn’t real). It was like a complete makeover!
A note from Debra: "These
above stories are true. The names have not been changed to protect me, myself
or I. They are from my own experiences and appear in my positive thinking booklet
titled “Meshoogie’s Daily Truth Serum” & accessories. Hope you have enjoyed!
Peace!"
Visit Debra's web site in Prosperity, www.askforprosperity.com/truthserum
Copyright 1998 Debra Susan Antin, "Truth Serum: Tools for Going from
OY! to AH!", www.OYtoAH.com.
No part of this may be reproduced without prior written permission from Debra
Susan Antin (publisher).
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The park bench was deserted
as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
“It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too.
That’s why I picked it; here, it’s for you.”
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that’s mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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