We decided that we should have some time at home this weekend. So we spent a few days doing garden chores and really just taking our time.
We went out for dinner on Friday night to a local pub which turned out to be ghastly food. Very disappointed and worst of all we felt yuk. Going to bed feeling full and unsatisfied is not good. That put me on a bad foot for the whole weekend with food. I had lovely fresh fruit juices and vegetable smoothies as I always do but I simply did not have an appetite. Normally I am starving but I just didn’t feel like eating. This of course isn’t good as I need food as my medicine. I normally crave foods and can imagine lovely crunchy salads but nothing was doing it for me. Even when Pete made a fresh fish curry full of rustic veggies and tomatoes I was that off my food that I started feeling very shaky and eventually was sick. I’ll say it again… it’s so unlike me. Yesterday wasn’t much better. We bought lots of lovely vegan fresh tapas bites but I just didn’t fancy a thing… except a scone with cream and jam! I could have gone without that too but it was calling my name! I know I mustn’t eat sugar or dairy but sometimes even I have to give in. Of course the lack of food this weekend has an impact on my weight. I’ve dropped a few pounds but I think the thing I notice most of all is my mood. I’m lacking something. I feel disconnected from my intuition and I don’t ‘feel’ like I am feeling anything. It’s very odd. I can’t put my finger on it but things feel different at the moment, like changes are coming…
We had two lovely morning lay ins and I didn’t get up till nearly eaten am yesterday! That’s like 12 hours in bed! It wasn’t all spent sleeping though. Peter spent many hours reading in the night and has been feeling unsettled. He has been giving me so much love and at night he whispers how much he loves me and squeezes me tight. I know all this is so hard on him and we do talk about how confused we are with life. We know that it’s all about love but it’s sad to think that one day one of us will be without the other. It just doesn’t seem fair. It poses that question, what is life all about? It doesn’t bare thinking about really and now is all that is important. I know all this, yet it still seems to be lingering in the air. We both feel like something big is about to happen and have been feeding each other’s energy all weekend. Despite having a great time together we both seemed so unsettled. It’s as if we haven’t got anything major planned we are both very aloof. I normally love just milling about and yesterday ended up being a great day. We ventured over to Witney and bumped into our friends briefly, who always cheer us up. Thenwe did a spot of retail shopping buying things like a mixing bowl and measuring cups for cooking (I will be making something very soon I know it!) as well as few items for my next holiday. (I know, I know I shouldn’t but let’s work on one thing at a time!) We then made our way to Millets Farm. To our surprise they had a chilli fiesta on. There were many stands with something containing chilli such as plants, jams, chutneys, beers, sauces, jewellery and the list goes on. Pete was in heaven trying out samples. I, thankfully, am not eating chilli at present ever since my distant healing with john of God. It says in the notes that I shouldn’t have chilli for forty days… um ok then!
The reason for our visit to the farm to was to stock up on frozen berries for my morning smoothies. It gets very expensive buying fresh fruit and eating them within a certain time so that they do not go off. Having frozen berries means they last longer, are fresher and are lovely and cold which is perfect for cooling smoothies without the need for ice. I bought blueberries, strawberries and raspberries. All considered super foods and full of antioxidants.
On arriving home I started getting myself ready for our holiday later this week. I did my toenails and waxing and started dragging everything out of my wardrobe.
I finished reading Spirit Junkie by Gabby Bernstein this weekend too. I really understood her lessons and can take a lot from it. I understand when I am feeling negative that it is my ego butting in and trying to make me dwell on the past and fear the future. Sometimes I simply cannot believe that I am so well and my ego creeps in and tries to drag me down and become miserable again. I am this lucky because I love myself and work hard at being well I deserve to feel better so I have to keep reminding myself that it doesn’t all have to end in misery. I don’t have to be another statistic.
Whilst lying awake at night the mind plays silly games. All our fears and worries are escalated and that’s what happened to Pete and I this weekend. We even started doubting the treatment I receive from Germany. We started wondering why is it that now I am going to have the gamma delta cell treatment. Does it mean that the dendritic cell treatment hasn’t worked. Or does it simply mean it’s the next step? Could I still be this well if I didn’t have the treatments and simply had chemo on its own? I guess the only way to know would be if I gave the foreign treatment a miss for some time and see what happens. But neither of us is willing to do that. The last thing we want is for canSer to take a hold.
I have spent my last minutes before sleep and sometimes when I awake praying to Dr Jose Valdevino, the entity that John of God said would heal me. I have had a few odd pictures come to my mind when praying, such as men’s faces. I hope that he is helping me and that on my next scan, which will be a few months away, that the tumour are gone. I can but hope because, that’s all there is.
I have also been working on visualisations. I still see lots of mini me’s hoovering the tumours and the lymph nodes being polished so they are shiny. I try to see nothing there but then I would simply stop hoovering so I figure it’s best to keep imagining me sucking them up. I have a very powerful Dyson!
After I have finished work today I am going to have reflexology. Ahhh I can’t wait. I have had quite an upset stomach today. No need for a coffee enema. I haven’t had one for about three weeks now. No need when I have a tummy like this. I need to be kind to myself and I need to reconnect. I have so much to be happy for and I have to keep reminding myself of this. Onwards and upwards…..