The Gift of Cancer.

I have spent my life building a ‘successful’ career as a Singing Teacher, yet at the age of 57 it crashed into a brick wall with the diagnosis of an autoimmune condition and at 58 my first cancer diagnosis. That was 7 years ago and I’m still on that journey, one which appears to have come as a gift in the form of a wonky gene. I find my world, which I am led to believe has helped many, has unravelled before my eyes, dissolving the notches of ego and leaving me more Spiritually naked then ever before. The bells and whistles have stopped ringing yet a simplicity, a sempatico, a sincerity is rising. Many times over the last 7 years I have heard these words in my head: “who am I without my work?” The answer is – “I am me” ….. now ready to listen more compassionately and with greater humility.

Cancer may well be what eventually takes my physical life, but it will never take my Spiritual life. Cancer does not have to be a ‘death’ sentence.

* Peace * Love * Compassion.*

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