I wrote this post one year ago today.

It was hard to write.

It’s still hard to read.

And I still plan on holding our grandchildren together.

I love you, Rob.

“Rob”

During this whole time, Rob has been amazing. I’m going to tell you the hardest part and time of the last few weeks. I cry even as I think about it.

I wasn’t going to share, but I think it is important for my new friends I have made to know that they aren’t alone. (I have had many new friend requests from women with BC, and I can’t even remember who they all are, it’s that many.)

At night during this weeks without hope, I would lay in bed silently crying. I didn’t want to wake him up. I would look at him and try to figure out how to say something. The doctor told me if it was cancer, I would have weeks, months, maybe a year or two left. What was it that I wanted to say to Rob?

It was that it would be okay for him to move on after I was gone.

He is a good, honest, loving man. I never want him to be alone. Someone to talk about his day, help raise our children, snuggle in bed, sit on the beach and watch the waves crash.

I wanted my children to have a woman to hold them and love them and talk to them and tell them it was okay to not be perfect, but to be kind, to help with their hair in ponytails, and hug them through their life.

I wondered if when we were all in heaven, would Rob still be with me or with her?

But then I thought that it would be the three of us. Because I would watch and love this woman because she loved my family when I wasn’t there.

Now?

It going to be ME that does all those things with him. I’m going to grow old with him.

Whenever I am crying, (and it was just fifteen minutes ago and he rolled over and held me), he calms me down. He talks me through my panic attacks. I just feel better when he is with me.

He has done everything for all of us. From talking to Morgan about swimming again, (she hasn’t swam since this started and we may take her just to hug her coaches and friends this week), to snuggling with Quinn every night, to talking to Madison about math and looking up common core algebra… he has been everything.

MY everything.

He has cooked for me, found my missing pills, prayed, hugged, and loved me even harder.

He has told me that I am his miracle.

HE is mine.

“No matter what” is our saying to each other.

Thank you God, for my life and my love. Rob makes me feel hope and love and courage and strength.

And he will continue to do so for the next fifty years or so.

❤️

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

“No matter what”…

A year ago, I became the poster child for, “It could be worse”.

People would have bad things happen, then say they thought of me and said to themselves…

“It could be worse”.

Which meant…

“Thank God I’m not Keri.”

I got it.

I mean, what’s a trivial little inconvenience compared to a surprise stage four de novo breast cancer diagnosis where you’ve been told times up! Weeks, months, maybe a year or two.

But here’s the thing that I iterally JUST had come to me.

When you look at people who have hard situations and then say to them that their situation made them realize yours is nothing compared to theirs…

That doesn’t help.

It makes the situation the other person is in worse.

You’re literally saying their problem is bigger than your problem.

And it may be.

In my case it probably was.

It reminds me of the card game war.

“I’ve got a seven and the flu and my car broke down.”

“I’ve got a nine and cancer”

“OMG… thank God I had the seven. Here, you get the all the cards”

So, maybe…

I’m healed so now whenever things go bad for people…

Instead of them saying, “It could be worse, I could be like Keri”….

They say..

“I could be like Keri and find out how to make it better!”

It’s a quick post today.

Yesterday’s was long. I still have a little Liam Neeson in me and am still sending threatening texts to the phone in between the, “Make a better choice and you will find forgiveness if you hand it in” texts.

I’m going to church to pray Liam leaves the building.

I also met up with one of my core four, and while taking funny selfies while she tried on my weave, I was laughing so hard I was crying and couldn’t breathe.

I realized I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time.

Sure my house was a hot mess, I was organizing the dungeons and dragons get together because Maddie had no phone, and I was throwing my father in law a birthday party that night…

But I knew I needed to laugh.

To do something for me.

So I did.

I drove an hour away in the middle of the day and…

After a hard week, I made it better.

Today, may we all stop comparing our burdens and feel better when ours isn’t as bad as others, but instead find a way to lessen our own load, better our own burdens, then go out and make the world better.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

I’m going to start to put up some of my “Facebook Memories” posts. This way you can see the journey as it unfolded.

“Metamorphosis”

Last night I had my head on Rob’s chest and said I don’t feel like myself anymore.

I feel like there is a BC and AC Keri.

I was sad for the loss of the old me. The old me who never worried about what she ate and if it fed her tumors. The old me who took for granted every moment.

The old me who didn’t feel like she had to change.

But I did change.

I’ve been changing ever since I found the lump. I told my mom that I wish I could go back to the frightened Keri of those weeks of not knowing and just hug her, and tell her that no matter what, she would be ok.

Now?

I’m swallowing ginormous pills.

Me.

The girl with the gag reflex.

I’m drinking and eating fruits and vegetables.

Me.

The girls whose only vegetable was ketchup.

I’m taking chances and meeting people and drinking things that taste like dirt and smoke and mushrooms.

Me.

The girl who drank fine wine.

I’m praying every day, and talking to God all the time, as well as talking about God to others.

Me.

The original “I’m only going to church on Easter and Christmas”.

I’ve forgiven others and myself.

Me.

The Scorpio who never forgave or forgot.

Last night Madison was having a tough time. Feeling overwhelmed, and was being hard on herself. She asked me if she was the perfect daughter I dreamed of.

I told her that I don’t want a perfect daughter. I want a kind and happy and generous daughter. Generous with her love, her time, her forgiveness, and kindness.

We are all changing.

I was the caterpillar, eating away, slugging along.

Then I was wrapped in my cocoon of fear, not moving, shaking, frozen in time.

Now I am breaking free, spreading my wings, starting to feel lighter. I may be losing some of my hair, but I feel beautiful.

It’s a mint, magical, metastatic metamorphosis.

It’s me.

Let me introduce myself.

Hi, my name is Keri, and I am cured.

❤️

It had been a long week, for a lot of reasons. The last pills of the chemo were taken, a week of indoor recess, a PTO meeting one night, helped at the ENL night another night, stayed at school late to catch up another night…

Friday came and I was all proud of myself I made it and was still breathing.

I even got excited and ready to learn all about this guy James I never knew about who was the brother of Jesus. Inhale peace…

exhale love….

Love and light shining.

Then?

At 3:40 I got a text that my daughter’s phone was stolen.

Exit Deepak Chopra.

Enter Liam Nisson.

I lost my damn mind.

It had been a long hard week.

My girl is a teenage girl taking advanced classes with mid-terms approaching, is in a varsity sport, plays viola in a chamber and regular orchestra, is a commander in ROTC, is extremely kind, and has been dealing with a mom with forced menopausal mood swings due to the stage four cancer diagnosis who is working full time and decided to start a blog that has over three thousand views in four days and is helping other people too.

Neither of us needed this.

I grabbed my nine year old son and became pseudo head of the FBI.

I called my husband.

I called my sister who is a sergeant to tell her to prepare whoever is on duty that I’m coming in.

I texted the teacher who was helping my upset teenager.

I used extremely salty language when I called my dad to ask him to get my other daughter for me.

I looked in the back and my son had tears in his eyes and was breathing heavy. He loves his sister, and was upset for her. I asked if he was ok and his reply?

“I’m trying to meditate.”

That should have been my sign to take a breath, but nope.

Liam Neeson had taken over my body.

I got to school and ran into some other colleagues I know. I told them what happened, and they both said they were so scared of me they wanted to give me their phones.

I was out of the zen zone.

I entered the momma bear zone.

We retraced her steps, and went back to the classroom to wait for the head of security. My son saw someone had written “——- was here” with their name on the board. He went all inspector Gadget on me and declared it may have been whoever wrote their name.

“It was Colonel Mustard in the Library with a candlestick!”

We stayed for over an hour with the teacher, a security guard and the head of security. We know which room it was taken from, and which period. There’s videotape constantly running of hallways, so there is a visual record of the comings and goings.

Twice this week I had Warner Wolf in my head, between the show This is Us and yesterday.

“Let’s go to the videotape”.

We also went to the police station. On top of my sergeant sister, I’ve got a brother in law who is a detective who happened to be by the front desk when we got there. The officer at the front desk is someone I’ve known for over twenty years. My brother is also a police officer. Even with all of the family members, my daughter was still flustered and upset. She was shaking when we left.

I think the hardest thing for her is that someone would do that.

With the paperwork done, I brought maddie to a friends house to try and salvage the day. I then went to my school for movie night, as I had several children tell me over and over they wanted to lay down with me on the floor and watch “Trolls”.

While there, I continued to check the find a Friend app, the iPhone finder, my husband was on the phone with our carrier, and Liam Neeson continued to send text messages to the phone in little sentences.

“I will find you”

“Turn it in before I do.”

“You stole the wrong phone.”

“No charges if it’s handed in”

“If not… you better hope I dont find you.”

“You picked the wrong kid’s phone”.

I did that for oh…

A few hours.

I went back and forth between mom on a revenge mission with Liam as my sidekick, and kindergarten teacher snuggling on a cafeteria floor with my students praying my compromised immune system would hold up as I gulped down my dinner juice.

Even one of the troll characters had a little Liam in her, but she didn’t give up in a good way, not the scary, “I will hunt you down” mode that I was in.

I discovered there is also some drop box at wal mart now where people can drop phones into a kiosk and get $50 immediately, so we called that company and have them checking cameras that snaps pictures of people dropping off phones if the phone ends up there.

Great idea, Wal Mart.

We had a big discussion with my daughter about telling the teachers immediately if something goes missing and being more mindful of her belongings. She felt horrible, and then went to bed.

I’ve got other parents telling their kids to spread the word that the phone better show up. I’ve also got them checking social media that kids use like Snapchat, instagram etc.

I’ve been told to have kids keep an eye out for any accounts that may pop up in her name. (She doesn’t have any, so we will trace those should they pop up.)

Freaking kids.

I checked the phone through the night,

then realized…

It was time for Liam Neeson to go back to Belfast.

The zen creeped in.

I remembered about my BFF, Jesus.

I breathed.

My daughter is off for the day already, headed to another invitational track meet in the Bronx.

Before she left, I hugged her and told her it’s a new day. I also told her that I realized how lucky I was.

Lucky that she is the one whose phone was stolen, instead of the one who steals phones.

Lucky that I spent the night looking for simply a lost phone, instead of being a mom up all night looking for a phone because her daughter was also missing along with the phone.

Today we don’t let the bad thing dim the light, we shine brighter.

Give more love.

Even if sometimes it kicks the crap out of you.

It took me a while, but I found my blessings.

She asked why God let that happen after everything we’ve been through. I explained it’s because not everyone listens to Him, and God was actually with us. He gave us all of the family members who are police officers. He gave us the kind teacher who stayed for over an hour to help us.

He gave us the security team that talked her through it.

We’ve been through much worse, and just because cancer came, we don’t get an immunity to other things happening.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

“Sorry you’ve got cancer, but here’s the immunity idol!”

Instead, we learn and get strength to get through it, and sometimes Liam Neeson comes along for the ride as well.

My daughter had sent out a text to invite all the Dungeons and Dragons kids over this weekend, and now we don’t have a phone for responses. So today, I will clean up and prepare for possibly twenty teens to show up tomorrow afternoon.

Moms, don’t worry.

Liam Neeson will not be in the building.

Today, may we all do our best to keep breathing and stay in the zen zone when faced with issues, and if Liam shows up when trouble comes, be kind.

He will go away when you remember to breathe.

Maybe the Liam from “Love Actually” will show up instead.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

Every morning for the past two months or so there is a new notification for a secret group I ‘m in.

I’m in a lot of groups.

Some are scary, full of women crying out in fear, panic, telling of horrible side effects from the same exact medicine I’m on….with glimmers of hope when someone posts she has made it five years, ten years post diagnosis. (Those posts are why I stay).

But this one secret group? I learn something new every time, my heart becomes full of even more peace, my resolve becomes stronger, and my love grows greater.

For a woman living with a stage four diagnosis, that’s a miracle elixir to get through the day.

It’s a bible study. “Love God Greatly”.

We are gearing up to read about James.

Confession time? (And I’m not even a catholic…)

I had no clue about James.

I read this morning the introduction and I was all like…

“WHOOOOAAAA!!! Jesus had a half brother??? What the? I had no clue!”

I looked it up and different people people said different things. You would not believe the arguments on whether Mary stayed a Virgin her whole life, if James was Joseph’s son from a previous marriage…(and there are apparently other brothers and two sisters too!)

I skimmed through James and there are actually a lot of verses in there I already heard. This one struck me today.

“Faith without works is dead”.-James 2. 14:17

That’s what I’ve been doing this past year.

My faith has grown exponentially through the year. Faith in Jesus, faith in the process and protocols, faith in the healing I’ve received.

My works have also changed. I’ve worked hard to radically change my diet.

I mean, have you SEEN my juices? The only vegetable I ever had before was in liquid form…ketchup.

I’ve gone to classes, read books, talked to people, gone to therapies. It’s a full time job to get healthy. It’s not enough to GET healthy, now I have to STAY healthy.

Some people talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. They go hand in hand.

Don’t get confused that because you DO good things, good things will happen.

You have to BELIEVE as well.

Don’t just BELIEVE good things will happen, you have to DO good things also.

See what I mean?

Hand in hand.

You can’t just say that you’re going to heaven because you believe in Jesus and are saved. You have to act it too.

If you truly believe, then He is in your heart. When He is in your heart, you do good things.

Or something like that.

I’ll let you know if that right when the Bible study starts.

Today, I’ll keep drinking my vegetables and fruits, eat some organic nuts, drink more high PH water, take Chinese herbs, a spoonful of black seed oil, rub on Frankincense, chaga, sploosh, detox bath, bunch of supplements, medicine, breathe deep, meditate when I can, pray, shine my

Care Bear light, and try my best to be a reflection of Jesus and His love.

He has done so many miraculous things in my life.

Man, I love Him.

I’m also excited to get to know James.

“Hello James! Nice to meet you!”

I’m also going to teach kindergarten, do some laundry, drop off Maddie at a “hang out”, go to a movie night, and clean up… because I also have two other full time jobs of mom and teacher.

Today, may we have have faith and do good work in all of jobs, and throughout all of our days.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

When I transferred in to my college, I was an older student. I had stayed home for two years and received an Associates Degree at a local community college. Then I transferred into a State School.

It’s hard transferring in, as many friendships and bonds had already been formed, so I decided to live in a dorm.

I made some great friends there, and still talk to the girls I lived in the dorm with to this day.

One day while in Psychology class, a girl I never really talked to tapped me on the shoulder and said I should think about starting a sorority with her because I seemed like I was fun.

“The crazy in me sees and honors the crazy in you.”

That girl, Sharon, became one of my best friends. I said yes, I would love to be a founding sister, and working a few months, I had over ninety sisters on campus.

Phi Sigma Sigma changed my life. I teach in the same district as several sisters, one of my former students is now a sister, and my sisters surrounded me and helped me with a t-shirt campaign. One of my sisters is the one who helped with my logo, and another helped me find my current oncologist. Amazing.

I love all of my sisters, but I have a “core four”, four girls who have gone to weddings, celebrated births together, and have made sure to get together once every few years.

Sharon, Steph, Sarah, and Beth.

When I was diagnosed, they were my group messages girls. Sharon and Steph were with me on the day I got the call with the results from my brain scan, and it was all clear. We celebrated by getting some juices at The Giving Room and putting out feet in the water at the beach.

Then?

Somehow, in a twist of fate, Beth was diagnosed with cancer just a few months after me.

We were in shock.

I remember saying that maybe I was diagnosed before her to show her things to do and that life goes on.

That there is always hope.

To have faith.

She has been so strong, and I have admired her beauty, grace and strength. My girl can rock a shaved head with Smokey eyes!

I’ve been in prayer for her the last week, as she had a scan coming up. Yesterday, we received the news.

Total remission!

Praise Jesus, amen!

Amen! Amen!

We are already trying to decide on our celebratory get together.

I realized that the news came on my niece’s birthday, which is also the one year anniversary of meeting Dr Snuffleuffugus and having him agree to give me his herbs.

Last night, I received a new batch of herbs in the brown box that brings me joy every time I see it on my stoop.

I had my nighttime herbs and toasted to Beth, Brennan, and my one year anniversary of joyful herbs.

Three reasons to be grateful.

Today, may we all find three reasons to be grateful and raise a glass to celebrate.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

One a Phi Sigma Sigma,

Always a Phi Sigma Sigma

LITP💙💛🌹

Xoxo

Keri

I am going to give you all a peek at my logo. It’s not the totally finished product, as that one is in a Zip drive that my phone won’t open now. I woke up late, today is the last day of my 12th round of oral chemo, the frigid cold has decided to apparently make my bones think they are 75 instead of 45 years old, and I’ve got to draw on my brows. #fleek #aretheystraight?

I didn’t even think about a logo until it was given to me. It started with Michelle, excitedly asking me tons of questions when she offered to have her Momma ‘N Manila team create a logo. Color? Font? Shape? Pictures? Size?

Meanwhile, I was in shock I even started a blog, especially after spending all day cleaning my cabinets and pantry and showing all of my Facebook friends I may be a hoarder. (It is affectionately known now as “The Mug Post”.)

But here is where Jesus lead the way.

It came to me.

It’s has been forming the past year and I didn’t even know it.

I even painted part of it this year at one of those “Paint and sip” nights.

After some back and forth, Michelle, Beryl and Thea came up with the logo. It has everything I dreamed.

Let me break it down.

I wanted a circle for two reasons. The first is for His love, for it is never ending. The second is for the moon. The full moon shined a light for me on many nights when it seemed so dark.

I wanted a cross for Jesus, as He died on the cross for my sins, and I had declared Easter would be my healing day. If you look, there is a cross in the word “Faith”.

There is also a butterfly in the word “Faith”. Jen, one of my energy workers, told me that every time I see a butterfly, it’s the Holy Spirit showing me I am on the right path, and I am going to be ok. I had just met her, and it was after the week I took my picture at the butterfly wall at my hospital. I also feel that I have changed on this faith walk, like I’ve had a metamorphosis.

A butterfly is perfect.

I asked for three birds. Three has been my number. I was told by Jen that the red bird is my Nanny, the blue bird is my Poppa, and a woodpecker is my Uncle Larry. I changed the woodpecker color to yellow, to represent the yellow finches that came to visit me all summer. My friend Donna had brought me the bird feeder and it brought me peace and always made me smile.

I asked for the branch of the birds to have a heart or two, because love is all you need, which was a card I had gotten at my first meditation session.

If you look carefully, there are also three hidden Mickeys, one for each of my children, to represent our Disney trip. We had to cancel that trip three times, once for the hurricane, once for the cancer, and the third time was the charm.

As a nod to my calling, my profession, the background has a chalkboard look.

And the color?

Mint.

A former administrator that worked in my district has become a Facebook friend and supporter. He always writes that word from the 1990’s and it makes us all laugh. A little mintness goes a long way, and laughter is good for the immune system.

So, there you have it. I’m hoping to open the Zip drive later today. I’ve got to go gulp some pills and potions.

Today may we all find little things that show us and remind us of our blessings.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

One of the things that can overwhelm you when you are first diagnosed with cancer is the help. Everyone wants to help and asks what they can do for you. That leaves you scrambling and making more decisions while making other decisions on which doctor to use, food to eat, protocols to follow,

paperwork to fill out…

Then there is the open ended, “Let me know if you need anything,” which although sincere, has the onus of asking for help which is hard to do when you’re not used to asking.

For me, it was a matter of pride. I was the one always willing to help others, volunteering to assist. Remember that saying, “It is better to give than to receive?”

Yup.

That was me.

It was uncomfortable at first accepting help. I would say, “Thank you,” but not plan on asking, even if I needed it.

Pride goeth before the fall, right?

But then a social worker called to check on me and we discussed how I was overwhelmed with offers of help.

She said something that rang true.

“Keri, in order for people to feel good when they give, someone has to be willing to receive. By accepting their offers of help, you make them feel good, and in return, you will feel good.”

I’ve learned a lot about energy, and have learned that what she says is true. Have you ever been around a bunch of volunteers after a job is done? They usually end up smiling.

Smiling is good for the immune system. So is being around people with good, positive energy.

Those people are filled with white light.

As a Christian, we follow Jesus who helped everyone when here on Earth, and still helps us all today. In my darkest nights, He would shine the light for me.

My kids and I love the Harry Potter series. Albus Dumbledore said that in the darkest of times, one only has to shine the light.

Harry accepted help from his friends, especial Hermione and Ron. The power of three.

Then they were supported by all of their friends. “Dumbledore’s army”, they called themselves. I have an army too, because I finally learned to accept help.

Which brings me to my title of the blog today.

In college, I was a founding sister in a sorority, Phi Sigma Sigma. I ended up living in the sorority house in what can be called a small closet, sort of like Harry, come to think of it. In the main bedroom there were three other young women, all different as can be, yet we all clicked. We graduated, lost touch,

found Facebook, and now watch each other and love each other from afar.

One sister lives in the Philippines. She is a force of nature. Michelle has a blog, Momma ‘N Manila, and I see her as the Martha Stewart of the Philippines, but way cooler and more beautiful. She is an advocate for children with Down Syndrome, and is fierce about her love for family.

I know some pretty amazing people.

Anyway, when I mentioned a few days ago about starting a blog, she sent me a very excited message offering all kinds of help.

The old me would have said no.

The new me?

I gratefully and gracefully accepted her help.

She put me in touch with her team, Thea and Beryl. We’ve had a flurry of messages going back and forth. The challenging part is that we are on different sides of the planet. When I am waking up, they are going to bed. When I sleep, they work.

By the end of the day, after teaching kindergarten and being exhausted from being mom, attending a PTO meeting, and the medications that threw me into forced early menopause, I have a little magic.

Some light.

The women send me some thoughts, then I go to sleep. While I sleep, they work their magic. When I wake up, there are logos and banners made up for me that speak to my heart and soul.

They are my fairy godmothers in Manila.

They work while I sleep, and I feel like Sleeping Beauty, so blessed to have these three, (3!), women helping me.

When we finalize the logo, I will share it.

It’s beautiful.

Today, may we all offer help to those who need it, accept help if it is offered, and be the light for others, even when they sleep.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri

Those were the words and themes of the day yesterday.

I released the blog out into the big vast space called “the internet”. It was scary. I’ve written every single day about this journey and faith walk, and the people reading it have all been my friends, family, and people who I have accepted into my little world that were sent to me.

But the World Wide Web?

Would they be as kind?

It’s not some work of fiction, it’s my life. Every single piece of it. I put my life into words, and words have power.

Remember that saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me?”

Not true.

Names are words.

Words have power.

The words that would be written about my blog could make me feel horrible, which would be sooooo bad for my immune system. I would have to work hard to be all enlightened and just “Notice the feelings as if they were clouds drifting by. Choose how to feel. Use the force, Keri.”

Then I would have to figure out how to block comments.

Or, the words would be supportive, which would be great for my immune system. I would continue on this blogging thing that I truly don’t even have a clue what I am doing, and write for the next forty five years or so to help bring hope to those searching.

My words have power too. So many times I have been bombarded with questions, some even medical, after I throw out something I am doing. It’s been suggested I have a legal disclaimer on the blog, which means in my spare time, I draft to one up and show a lawyer. Everything I’ve done I’ve looked at, prayed over, and made a decision to do with the agreement of Rob. Don’t take my word for anything, in this case. See what I’ve done, research it on your own, and make your own decision.

This blog is more to show how I chose hope and Faith Over Fear. How I found Christ through cancer. How I went at it with EVERYTHING, and it left my body. The lessons Iearned, and shared along the way.

In Kindergarten we say, “Sharing is caring!”

I watched the Golden Globes after making a bunch of juices with Rob. Sundays are good days for us to juice, and we make a whole bunch to last at least three days.

The show was all about the inequality and abuse of power. How people in power not only use their money, and at times physical strength, but words as well. Words have power, and you can cut someone down so quickly with words. You can also say something and have it used against you, and one sentence can have your whole world turned upside down.

Sometimes the lack of words is powerful too.

“Silence Is Golden”

Silence is also deafening.

There were pins handed out that said, “It’s time”.

I believe we are at a moment that will become a movement for a lot of issues.

Gender equality.

Kindness.

Faith.

Hope.

Blending all different types of medicine and protocols to help eradicate diseases.

This blog has power, as words have power.

With great power comes great responsibility.

May we all use whatever power and words we have to bring forth faith, hope, joy, laughter and love to this great big beautiful world.

“It’s time.”

In Jesus’s name, amen.

I get asked this question a lot.

I  get overwhelmed with requests to share, or answer questions.

My friends held a benefit for me to help me with the expenses that you have when choosing to add alternative and holistic protocols.

Chinese herbs ain’t cheap.

I decided to type it all up into a booklet.

Remember, everyone is different. I am NOT a doctor. This is what worked for me. Everyone needs to figure out what will work for them and what feels right. Whats right for one goose may not be right for the gander.

That being said…

HOW KERI HEALED:

-We decided to do a blend of traditional Western medicine, Eastern medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine, and relied on faith that Jesus would heal me. He put everyone in our path that we needed, and we listened to the whispers.

-We read the Bible.

-we read Radical Remission by Kelly Turner, Ph.D.

-The Truth About Cancer DVD series and Facebook page has a wealth of information. Ty Bollinger is a force of nature.

-Chris Wark, his “How Chris Beat Cancer” website, Facebook page and Square One modules are sources of knowledge and HOPE!

-Annie Appleseed project and conference. Her conference is every March and was inspirational.

-I tried to stay away from Google as they can’t keep up with all of the breakthroughs. When I did Google, I googled, “Stage four breast cancer radical remission”, or “Stage four cancer healed by Jesus”.

-I went through two oncologist and two different cancer centers in two months until I found one that saw me as a person, not a patient, and prescribed hope and not fear.

-I fasted from six at night until 11:30 or 12:00 the next day. I ate only organic fruit or nuts. Part of it was from shock and loss of appetite, and also I had been told fasting would be good. I still occasionally do a juice fast, or a twelve hour or longer fast. If you fast, be responsible. There are books and articles.

-I started juicing. Organic juices galore!

-I cut out all sugar, dairy, meat, bread, processed foods. I went whole food, plant based, almost vegan. Only organic food, and added turmeric and cur cumin,

-I detoxed with oil pulling, tongue scraping, and baths. I alternated between Epsom salt and organic baking soda. Some people do coffee enemas as well.

-I made the Budwig protocol every morning. (“SPLOOSH!” as my dear friend Alycia named it). I use six tablespoons of organic cottage cheese, three tablespoons of cold pressed organic flaxseed oil, then mix with a hand blender. I then add Manuka honey and organic cinnamon, organic berries, and some organic granola for crunch. Look up Johanna Budwig.

-Chaga mushroom tea. I also add Manuka honey to that, and cinnamon. You can drink it black, with lemon, mint. It has no real taste, and should be the color of maple syrup. I drink three cups a day and get my mushrooms from Chaga Island.

-Limit technology exposure. Turn off wifi and routers when not in use.

-I  drink high PH balanced water. Essentia is my water of choice. Cancer cannot grow in an alkaline environment. Look up “The Warburg effect.” I added organic lemon as well.

-What grass shots

-I asked everyone to pray for me. I spoke out loud not what I wanted to have happen, but as if it already happened. “I am healed. I am healthy and whole.”

-I trusted my gut.

-I am on targeted chemo, (Ibrance), letrozole, xgeva and zoladex injections. I am using a blend of western and alternative treatments.

-I added supplements. Calcium citrate. Vitamin D3. Probiotic. Some people do Vitamin C infusions too.

-Looked at Hay House for inspirational books.

-The Science of Miracles

-Oprah Super Soul Sunday

-Reiki, reflexology, meditation, yoga, energy workers.

-I bought a rebounder for lymphatic drainage.

-Dry brushing

-We are looking into infrared near and far saunas.

-Tried my best to eliminate stress.

-Chinese herbs

-Hugged, laughed, danced, forgave, loved.

There are so many miracles out there. We have two choices.

I  was told I was terminal.

The reality is that we are ALL terminal.

Either I could finish my life acting and believing they were right and my life would end sooner than later..

or I could act as if they were all wrong and I was right, and had many many many years ahead of me.

Either way, no matter what, what will be will be.

So I would either be a happy naive person choosing to live out my days with hope, or spend them shaking in fear and waiting to die. We all die someday.

The choice was easy.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

xoxo

Keri