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Wake Up Call!


The last week has been blur.

Actually the last 2 weeks have been a blur, and a nightmare of sorts… one I just wanted to wake up from.

It started 2 weeks ago when I got the results from my 6 months thermogram.  I had another TH4 “high suspicious” for cancer spot. Basically nothing had changed from 6 months ago.  Back then, I did a sonogram.  The radiologist simply found my fibroids (4 main ones in the left bottom quadrant of my left breast).  She also found a 6cm mass sort of behind the fibroids, in the general area I had had pain for about a year.

I had begun reading anything I could get my hands on about breast cancer.  What type could it be?  What further testing would I need, etc.

However, the doctor who read the sonogram didn’t see anything he was concerned about, and told me to come back in another 6 months for another sonogram.  Not without trying to get me to do a mammogram.

Let me count the reasons I don’t want to do a mammogram.

Mammograms are known for spreading cancer. It’s just a simple fact that radiation feeds cancer, and mammograms are high on the radiation chart.

Next, they squish your breast in a way that tumors can rupture.  So, if there were a tumor or an area of cancer, now you’ve just spilled that into your body.

Finally, the specialists from my last lumpectomy recommended that I not do mammograms, because of the density of my breasts, they would be ineffective. An MRI would be a much better choice.

No.  I definitely did not want a mammogram.

So my ND suggested I get an MRI.  Right away.

They fit me in the next week, last Wednesday.

I did a little reading and looking at pictures of the MRI machine.  I have had an MRI before, but never a breast MRI.  This was going to be a joy.  When filling out the paperwork the day of, I almost checked “claustrophobic” but at the last-minute I didn’t.

“I can do this,” I thought.

I thought that right up until I was in the toilet paper roll chamber, and my arm was asleep.  The kind lady forgot to turn on the music until I was almost half way done.  I talked myself out of squeezing the panic button more than once.

Breathe deep.  You can do this.  God has you.

Soon enough, within 40 minutes, it was over.

I was grateful.  I never wanted to have another one of those again.

Thursday my ND’s nurse called because my ND wanted to go over the results with me that morning.  Things didn’t work out, and she wasn’t able to talk with me until that afternoon.  Odd I thought, but I awaited the phone call while my kids were at soccer practice.

“Well Sara, it’s not good news…” she started.  “The doctor called right after your test he was so concerned,” she continued.

Deep in the pit of my stomach, I just knew.  I knew something wasn’t right.  I had asked my OB about a year ago if it was possible I could have a breast infection in the area of my fibroids because it just felt like I always hurt.  She told me it would be rare, and blew me off.  Maybe 6 months after that is when I had my thermogram, because the pain and pulling/tingling didn’t go away, i told my husband I felt like I just needed to “pump” my breasts…or clear them out some how.


I changed all of my bras to no underwire, and that seemed to help – some.  Any time I wore a push up bra, the pain came back with a vengeance.

The inflammation wasn’t visible on the outside, but clearly – something wasn’t right…  and now my ND was confirming for me what I thought all along.

Breast Cancer.

The recommendation was for me to meet with a surgeon right away.  But I was conflicted in a huge way.

I’ve studied cancer for a couple of years now…  and from what I’ve read:
Cancer, is cancer, is cancer.

It’s a metabolic issue.

It’s an imbalance.

It’s from prolonged inflammation.

It’s not the lump or the bump, but what has caused it that is the issue.

I know the risk of a needle biopsy and I was dead set against it.  Spilling 1 million cancer cells into your already struggling system for each needle biopsy taken?  No.  Just no.

This wasn’t happening.  I got all of my resources out.  I began weighing my options and pleading with God to show me what to do.
The more I read on invasive carcinoma, the suspected cancer, the more my mind would wander to the possibility of it having spread… through my chest wall, into my lungs, to my struggling liver, to my bones.  Was my immune system in such a way it was not repairable?  Apparently it wasn’t doing it’s job.

Friday morning i woke up and decided I was not going to take this lying down.  I began juicing like crazy, and rebounding, and slathering on the Frankincense, and eating my apricot kernels.  I could starve this cancer.  God could make it go away.

As we contemplated sending me to Mexico, or what alternative treatments to try, my ND continued to find a surgeon for me to meet with, as the one she first wanted was retiring and no longer taking new patients.

On Sunday when I woke up and had some time with God, He reassured me that He was taking care of things.  I was filled with His peace.  I was going to be ok.  No matter what.

My chiropractor suggested I see a breast surgeon who does a million of these a year, not a few…  So I contacted another recent breast cancer survivor and got the name of a good breast surgeon at the state learning hospital for a second opinion, and the first surgeon got me right in.

“Well,” she said.  “You certainly are a puzzle, you have me stumped!”

Great, I thought.  I love being that one in a million person, always.

She said while the report read a grim reading, she wasn’t sure what the MRI showed was correct. After her examination, and sonogram, she really didn’t feel like she had a specific area to biopsy.


I really hate to just go in there with gun blasting and just start cutting.  Too many woman have full-blown mastectomies with no real evidence to show for it.

She was right though.  From what I read, some 40% of women under the age of 40 have ductal carcinoma (which is called breast cancer stage 0 or pre-breast cancer, an inflammation of hyperplasia within the milk ducts), which actually means there is extensive INFLAMMATION.

She said she could be wrong, but she would rather wait 3 months and repeat the MRI.  Are you kidding me??  I could have LEAPED off of that table and hugged her.  She said, “Now I’m not going to say I’m never wrong, so if anything changes, you get RIGHT BACK in here.  I’d like to repeat the MRI immediately following your cycle so we can get a more accurate read without hormones involved.”

She listed the ages of other patients with invasive ductal carcinoma…. 26, 32, 43…. around my age. {Why so many young people I wondered? Is part of it our bras? I mean, I KNOW my bras were contributing to the lack of lymph flushing for me. Yes, and the other part is not just hormones, it’s a sluggish liver or congested liver that doesn’t allow the hormones (and other toxins) to be detoxed – so they can cause real issues. DETOX those livers!! Changes those bras, and don’t wear one if and when you can avoid it! Obviously the S.A.D. way of eating is a huge contributor too.}

I don’t know what my face looked like – I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry… but I certainly Praised God.  What a gift.  It was a rainy day, but I could have skipped out of that building.

Next month is my 40th birthday.

I was feeling like I was going to be spending my summer in Mexico or away from my family to get the alternative treatments I would need to kick this cancer.  Now I feel like I have an opportunity to do it – for God to do it… at home.

Juice, rebound, sleep, detox, eat some apricot kernels, repeat.

What am I eating?


Well, I’ve cut out a ton of meat, fat and salt.  The three things breast cancer cells feed off of – besides sugar, that I haven’t had in over 2.5 years  – is meat, fats and salt.  I’m drinking about 8 glasses of raw vegetable juice a day to starve those cells, and eating two huge salads with flax seed oil, sometimes a berry smoothie, and or a piece of fruit.  I dropped 8 lbs in a week.  (Not trying, it just happened), and I plan to eat meat a couple of times a week (salmon and chicken). The portion should be the size of a deck of cards.

I eat mostly raw, daily steamed broccoli and cauliflower, and did I mention no salt? That’s the hardest part, but it’s worth it.  I can’t tell you how much the inflammation has gone down in just a week.  Food is amazing stuff.  Thanks be to God who created all growing plants!

A good friend of mine asked, “Do you think people will ask how you got cancer with all of the organic food you eat?”  I would direct them to the book “Heal Breast Cancer Naturally” By Veronique Desaulniers, MD.  Her book has been amazing.  She talks about the 7 things that lead to all cancers diet is only part of the deal for total health.   When she talked about emotional risk factors, I think I had all of them:

1. Being highly conscientious, caring, dutiful, responsible and hard-working. (To a fault!  I would miss sleep, just to make deadlines happen)

2. Someone who “worries for others” and carries other people’s burdens. (this is SO me, and I’ve recognized I need to back away from those who emotionally suck me dry, I am just not strong enough to deal with it any longer.  It’s so horrible for my health.)

3. A “people pleaser” with a great need for approval.  (I used to really be like this, but I feel like my auto immune issues have helped me speak the truth and not be as willing to compromise for others approval.)

4.  Poor relationship with one or both parents, and usually the spouse. (I had a poor relationship for years with my parents, but God mended that.  I think it’s easier to mend things when both are willing to mend.  I am guilty of just burying hurts from other dysfunctional family relationships, and my heart doesn’t forget even though I’ve forgiven.)  My relationship with my spouse is great also, I am blessed in that regard.

5.  internalizes toxic emotions like anger and resentment and has great difficulty expressing these emotions.  (This is SO me again.  God really worked on me with this, and I tried hard to communicate with others who hurt me, but a few traumatic events led to literally give up, and lose hope.  When I am forced to be around those people – it literally makes me sick.  I’ve talked with my husband and he’s agreed, I just need to avoid those situations at all costs.

6. Unable to cope adequately with stress.  (Due to adrenal issue, this is me also.  It’s easy to just avoid, avoid, avoid vs. continuing to put myself in a stressful situation!)

So, after reading all of that.  I could see how the emotional impact, and not enough rest (from working on our house) was really weighing in on my health.  I needed to make some BIG, permanent changes, now.


One of the other interesting things we learned when the surgeon did the sonogram, is that I have a clip left in from a previous lumpectomy.  Most of these clips are made of titanium and aluminum… and we already know how well I handle metals.  I talked with my mother, and neither of us knew of when it as placed, but I was shocked.  I’ve done some reading and I have some great reasons why it might be helpful for me to get it OUT.  The fact that it was placed on my left side was even more concerning – because the whole left side of my body is the weaker side when anything happens below the heart.

I will keep you posted, and I’d love to talk more about contributors to breast cancer.  I’m so thankful for the diet I have been on for the past 3 years – and just the information that God has continued to place before me.  Change is never easy – but if this were given to me 3 years ago, I would have had NO CLUE what to do.  I would have probably begged them to start cutting around, and as I one read – if they keep digging, they’ll find something to treat.  That IS their business after all.  I’m going to work so that they have nothing to find.

Praise be to God.  For His peace during this journey!

“Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good; His love endures forever.”
Psalm 107:1

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