Jenny Kennedy
I strongly believe in the power of prayer and during my very complicated operation, as the tumour had enmeshed into my bladder, a good friend prayed, not only for me but also for the medical profession, and asked for all of our guides and masters to work with us to get the best possible outcome. Very drugged and only half awake I was still able to comprehend the significance of this statement my surgeon made following the surgery.
"Your operation was extremely complicated but, even if I say so myself, I would give it a 10 out of 10". What more could I ask.
Five days following surgery I was scheduled to have a gastroscopy and I was getting myself very worked up about this as fearful thoughts thrashed relentlessly through my mind. At my wits end I couldn't imagine how my poor body would be able to endure any more as I was still very very ill and in a lot of pain. I knew about the Law of Attraction and what we think is what we attract and finally, taking stock of these thoughts, I calmed myself down and decided to change tack. Okay, I said to GOD, you take care of this, as I am done with getting myself so worked up and make sure this procedure flows easily and gently. Feeling so much more relieved and relaxed I was even joking with the nurses as they wheeled me down to theatre. On entering the sterile environment of the operating room a man of Indian descent smiled as he walked over to greet me. With outstretched hand he said "hello I am Dr Shiva and will be doing the gastroscopy for you today".
I couldn't contain myself "Dr Shiva" I laughed. "So you are GOD". As I knew Shiva was the name of a Hindu God. "Well I will be fine if GOD is looking after me today". And that was the last I remembered until I woke an hour later.
I had no side effects whatsoever to the procedure despite people telling me my throat would be sore. What I have since learned is laughing produces chemicals which makes us feel good and allows the muscles to relax and because my throat muscles were relaxed the gastroscope was able to slide easily down and do its job.
Seven weeks following surgery I was to begin six rounds of chemotherapy, three weeks apart, taking two different drugs at each round. Knowing that chemotherapy can be very toxic to the body I asked my angels for guidance about how much chemo to take. I also prayed that if any of the drugs weren't necessary for me that somehow I would be guided as to which ones weren't necessary and when I should take them. Unfortunately, or maybe not, my body is very sensitive to any type of drug and seven minutes after the commencement of my chemo administration my body reacted violently and the infusion of the chemotherapy had to be stopped. This now became a potentially dangerous situation as there was a possibility that I could die during the administration of this drug, however they assured me if I was given more steroids then I should be fine. Scary stuff I can assure you but all was okay. With the higher dose of steroids they recommenced the infusion, slowing it down dramatically without any further complications.
For me the chemo was very gruelling and 8 days after finishing my first round I was finally able to get out of bed and into the car for a drive. My sister offered to take me down to our local rugged coast so that I could sit on the pebbles and watch the sea for a while. Sitting in the warm summer sun gazing at the ocean three dolphins ducked and dived through the waves putting on our own private showing and uplifting me no end? I talked with my sister and told her I did not have the strength to do anymore chemo. What a decision to have to make but for me the chemo was intolerable. I asked for a sign as to whether it was necessary and as we turned to drive back home again randomly placed on the side of the road was a "no exit" sign. I took this to mean there was no getting out of it - I needed more chemo but I decided to wait until I was feeling better before making a final decision
Needless to say after the three weeks had elapsed and it was time for my next dose I decided that I would give it one more go. Once again I prayed that my body let me know exactly which drugs it needed and true to form that prayer was answered with an even more violent reaction this time as my body twitched and jumped uncontrollably. The decision was then made to discontinue any attempt to administer this drug as the risk far outweighed the benefit. Trusting my angels implicitly there was no fear for me around this decision, in fact the complete opposite, I was very much relieved and silently thanked them for guiding me to a much more bearable regime which was continued until I was due for the fifth round.
By this stage intuitively I believed I had had all I needed. As I was sitting in the waiting room of the oncologist before my second to last session I silently asked my grandmother, who had passed over, for guidance. Immediately she directed my attention to the television that was quietly playing in the corner of the room and in bold capital letters was written across the screen LIVING WELL. My husband and I were then called in to see the Oncologist and he explained that my body was not recovering enough between rounds so it was necessary to cut the dose down to 60%. Breathing a sigh of relief I walked into the ward to receive a much smaller dose of chemo. Finally after five nurses having at least two attempts to find a vein I called a halt to proceedings. That was three very clear signs that I had had all that I was needing and I confidently told my oncologist that I would not be having any more chemotherapy.
The decision to finish my chemo at this point was an intuitive one but also I had listened to what my Oncologist had told me when I had previously asked what the objective of having chemo was. He explained "everyone has cancer and in some people it starts going crazy and the cells multiply rapidly. Normally our immune systems can keep the small amount of cancer that is in our bodies under control. The purpose of having chemotherapy is to knock the cancer down to a point where, hopefully, the immune system will take over but really we don't know exactly how much chemotherapy is necessary, we just administer what we think is necessary and in some instances they are only giving three rounds of chemo now".
I believed that the stress of having any more chemo far outweighed the benefit. I could keep my own stress levels down by doing Qi Gong and meditation which oxygenated the body, dancing (which I loved) as this would release feel good chemicals which would boost my immune system, be around positive people and do things that made me feel good especially being in nature.
Once I finished chemotherapy I continued to be guided as to what healing I needed to do and am pleased to say when I visited my oncologist five months after finishing chemo he informed me, "In my professional opinion at this stage you are free of cancer". As I skipped down the corridor after hearing this news I was silently giving gratitude to all those who had participated in my healing both in physical and non-physical form.
We each have a journey of healing which we can follow to give us the best possible chance if we are quiet, free of fear and listen to our inner guidance. We are now working in the fifth dimension, which means our thoughts are manifesting into reality at a more rapid pace and so healing can be much quicker - there is even the possibility for instantaneous healings, we just have to believe there is a possibility to heal and follow that guidance.
I strongly believe in the power of prayer and during my very complicated operation, as the tumour had enmeshed into my bladder, a good friend prayed, not only for me but also for the medical profession, and asked for all of our guides and masters to work with us to get the best possible outcome. Very drugged and only half awake I was still able to comprehend the significance of this statement my surgeon made following the surgery.
"Your operation was extremely complicated but, even if I say so myself, I would give it a 10 out of 10". What more could I ask.
Five days following surgery I was scheduled to have a gastroscopy and I was getting myself very worked up about this as fearful thoughts thrashed relentlessly through my mind. At my wits end I couldn't imagine how my poor body would be able to endure any more as I was still very very ill and in a lot of pain. I knew about the Law of Attraction and what we think is what we attract and finally, taking stock of these thoughts, I calmed myself down and decided to change tack. Okay, I said to GOD, you take care of this, as I am done with getting myself so worked up and make sure this procedure flows easily and gently. Feeling so much more relieved and relaxed I was even joking with the nurses as they wheeled me down to theatre. On entering the sterile environment of the operating room a man of Indian descent smiled as he walked over to greet me. With outstretched hand he said "hello I am Dr Shiva and will be doing the gastroscopy for you today".
I couldn't contain myself "Dr Shiva" I laughed. "So you are GOD". As I knew Shiva was the name of a Hindu God. "Well I will be fine if GOD is looking after me today". And that was the last I remembered until I woke an hour later.
I had no side effects whatsoever to the procedure despite people telling me my throat would be sore. What I have since learned is laughing produces chemicals which makes us feel good and allows the muscles to relax and because my throat muscles were relaxed the gastroscope was able to slide easily down and do its job.
Seven weeks following surgery I was to begin six rounds of chemotherapy, three weeks apart, taking two different drugs at each round. Knowing that chemotherapy can be very toxic to the body I asked my angels for guidance about how much chemo to take. I also prayed that if any of the drugs weren't necessary for me that somehow I would be guided as to which ones weren't necessary and when I should take them. Unfortunately, or maybe not, my body is very sensitive to any type of drug and seven minutes after the commencement of my chemo administration my body reacted violently and the infusion of the chemotherapy had to be stopped. This now became a potentially dangerous situation as there was a possibility that I could die during the administration of this drug, however they assured me if I was given more steroids then I should be fine. Scary stuff I can assure you but all was okay. With the higher dose of steroids they recommenced the infusion, slowing it down dramatically without any further complications.
For me the chemo was very gruelling and 8 days after finishing my first round I was finally able to get out of bed and into the car for a drive. My sister offered to take me down to our local rugged coast so that I could sit on the pebbles and watch the sea for a while. Sitting in the warm summer sun gazing at the ocean three dolphins ducked and dived through the waves putting on our own private showing and uplifting me no end? I talked with my sister and told her I did not have the strength to do anymore chemo. What a decision to have to make but for me the chemo was intolerable. I asked for a sign as to whether it was necessary and as we turned to drive back home again randomly placed on the side of the road was a "no exit" sign. I took this to mean there was no getting out of it - I needed more chemo but I decided to wait until I was feeling better before making a final decision
Needless to say after the three weeks had elapsed and it was time for my next dose I decided that I would give it one more go. Once again I prayed that my body let me know exactly which drugs it needed and true to form that prayer was answered with an even more violent reaction this time as my body twitched and jumped uncontrollably. The decision was then made to discontinue any attempt to administer this drug as the risk far outweighed the benefit. Trusting my angels implicitly there was no fear for me around this decision, in fact the complete opposite, I was very much relieved and silently thanked them for guiding me to a much more bearable regime which was continued until I was due for the fifth round.
By this stage intuitively I believed I had had all I needed. As I was sitting in the waiting room of the oncologist before my second to last session I silently asked my grandmother, who had passed over, for guidance. Immediately she directed my attention to the television that was quietly playing in the corner of the room and in bold capital letters was written across the screen LIVING WELL. My husband and I were then called in to see the Oncologist and he explained that my body was not recovering enough between rounds so it was necessary to cut the dose down to 60%. Breathing a sigh of relief I walked into the ward to receive a much smaller dose of chemo. Finally after five nurses having at least two attempts to find a vein I called a halt to proceedings. That was three very clear signs that I had had all that I was needing and I confidently told my oncologist that I would not be having any more chemotherapy.
The decision to finish my chemo at this point was an intuitive one but also I had listened to what my Oncologist had told me when I had previously asked what the objective of having chemo was. He explained "everyone has cancer and in some people it starts going crazy and the cells multiply rapidly. Normally our immune systems can keep the small amount of cancer that is in our bodies under control. The purpose of having chemotherapy is to knock the cancer down to a point where, hopefully, the immune system will take over but really we don't know exactly how much chemotherapy is necessary, we just administer what we think is necessary and in some instances they are only giving three rounds of chemo now".
I believed that the stress of having any more chemo far outweighed the benefit. I could keep my own stress levels down by doing Qi Gong and meditation which oxygenated the body, dancing (which I loved) as this would release feel good chemicals which would boost my immune system, be around positive people and do things that made me feel good especially being in nature.
Once I finished chemotherapy I continued to be guided as to what healing I needed to do and am pleased to say when I visited my oncologist five months after finishing chemo he informed me, "In my professional opinion at this stage you are free of cancer". As I skipped down the corridor after hearing this news I was silently giving gratitude to all those who had participated in my healing both in physical and non-physical form.
We each have a journey of healing which we can follow to give us the best possible chance if we are quiet, free of fear and listen to our inner guidance. We are now working in the fifth dimension, which means our thoughts are manifesting into reality at a more rapid pace and so healing can be much quicker - there is even the possibility for instantaneous healings, we just have to believe there is a possibility to heal and follow that guidance.
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