I was missing my classes with Jackie and Jim, so I asked one of the contractors at work if she knew of anyone who taught something similar. That was my introduction to Marion Chitty. Marion agreed to run a small workshop for a group of us who were all students of Jackie and Jim Lindsay. What Marion began to teach opened my eyes to the realisation that her information was what I had been looking for all my life! I KNEW that this information was for me. It was what I had come here for this lifetime, and I was so excited.
Marion’s information about the activation of her crystalline body and the inner workings of her Soul as seen through the iris of the eye and Val’s etheric iridology images was what I needed to help me understand what was happening to me. Marion suggested I see a doctor.
Standing chatting to Nat later that winter I wrapped my right arm under my left armpit to keep warm. As I did that I felt a lump in my lymph nodes and every cell in my body froze. I went cold with fear. I knew what this second lump meant. I knew it was time to stop and do something about it.
Every cell in my body knew what this condition was. Dad had died as a result of it, Mum had had a lumpectomy. It was in my family and I had it. It was cancer. And now I had it. This felt life changing. I felt fearful, as if everything had become fluid, liquid, moveable, as though nothing constant existed in my world at all. I was no longer able to pretend it wasn’t there.
It was then that I recalled a couple of incidents that I had not been able to comprehend. Both of them happened while I was resting. The first one came as a shock, when I felt the mattress sink as if someone was sitting alongside me, about to talk with me. Yet when I opened my eyes there was no one there. The second one happened during an afternoon nap, when I felt someone pull my leg. I sat up quickly expecting that one of my children were after my attention – to find no one there. Strange! My sense at the times these events happened was that I was being ‘pushed’ into action – and the lump came to mind. Well it was time for action. I made an appointment, it was time to act.
I was given a mammogram and an ultrasound. The other women were waved out with smiles whilst I was sat alone. I was distressed. I knew what this isolation meant. It meant that I was about to be told exactly what I didn’t want to hear. I was called in to see the doctor, who explained that I had cancer in the left breast, a tumour that had spread into the lymph under the left arm. If I was up to it she went on; I could have one breast or both, removed as soon as tomorrow.
What! I had been sitting in fear, now shock set in as I listened to what she had to say. ‘No’, I heard myself say. ‘I think I will go home and give this some thought.’ She offered me the name of a doctor who could treat me with chemotherapy, an oncologist. I was numb. I had become a set of symptoms that could be addressed in one of two ways. I was beyond tears. This went so deep that I had no response at all, simply numbness and an inability to make any decision at all; fortunately.
Neutralising this situation was impossible. I had a long way to go!
It was October, 2001
I met my Tai Chi group at the park for our regular class. They had all heard the news, and I received so much love and support from them. Candy demonstrated special exercises, and gave me the most beautiful hand crafted book that she had made at a workshop, to use to record my journey. Georgia invited me to her healing day on Tuesdays. Georgia is a Reiki Master and Ayuvedic Practitioner. We agreed to meditate together. Di offered me a reflexology session. Leeann offered to come to my appointment with the oncologist and to lend me her wheat grass juicer and her expertise to set up trays of wheat grass. I’m felt that with this sort of support I could make it.
For the first time in six years, I put myself first, and the business came second. Monday morning I went to our group Tai Chi session, Tuesday afternoon was meditation and healing with Georgia’s each weeks. I advertised the business for sale.
It was my first visit to the oncologist, and I was so fearful. I saw people who appeared ill and mostly bald. I wanted to leave. Leeann came with me and as we waited, I shared my experience of Hannah’s birth. After a long labour, my daughter was born via a forceps delivery which broke her collar bone and guaranteed that I could not sit down for several weeks with any comfort. That event impacted my fear of the medical profession. I was in fear here. After a verbal “tick the box life history” the oncologist requested an examination, to which I gave an emphatic NO. Leeann softly explained to me that the oncologist was simply asking to examine me! She laughs each time we revisit this incident now, from her viewpoint it was hilarious. I was in another place altogether, denial!
The final outcome of that meeting was what I wanted; the decision to monitor the lumps monthly.
I had read two books written by women who had healed themselves of cancer via diet. Dr Ann Wigmore, whose Perth workshop inspired me to sprout, soak and grow live food, was living proof to me that cancer could be reversed through diet. Another was Antonia Milo Ph. D who wrote ‘Healing from Cancer’. She had done the same with a macrobiotic diet. If they could – I could! Then came the thought; how can one person use raw and sprouted food, the other only cooked food? There can be no greater difference than raw food versus cooked food. I had been to classes to learn both and now this ‘food selection’ had me confused. What was best to chose?
I deliberated for a while until I came to the conclusion that it was not the food that made the difference but the way you thought about the food.
One of the cards I had drawn at Jackie and Jim’s classes said, “It is not the thing believed in, but the belief in your own mind which brings about results”.
I had bought a calligraphy inscription written on finely sanded sandalwood, which said: ‘Physical health is inseparable from metal, emotional and spiritual well being’.
I realise that the commitment to my full recovery meant healing on the physical, emotional, mental and spiritual levels. I knew that now was the time to intuitively face my fears, that I was not just a body. I certainly had one, yet that was not who I was. I felt that my past year was the preparation of knowledge that would become wisdom as I walked further down this path to recovery. I now knew when to accept or reject information that people offered me.
It was as if I was magnetised to the next cue, which may come from a book, a song line, or words someone spoke to me. “They resonate with such strong attraction that I am soul struck by them”; said my journal entry.
All was finally in place for the journey to begin. I was clear that my fear was not from the disease but from the way this disease was going to be treated by western medicine.
I made the very firm decision to stay here on Earth to continue the experience of these vibratory changes that were being seen in my eyes. This was an experience I chose to have! My plan was to reduce the tumour; operate on the residual small lump. I envisioned a full recovery with no complications.
I changed my diet to vegetarian, removing wheat, meat and dairy. I felt great and lost weight.
In 2001 Helen McCarthy asked loudly and vehemently to be shown how the visible and the invisible work together. Be careful what you ask for.
In the middle of that year she experienced an epiphany. A loud voice shouted the same sentence into her head twice. That sentence made little sense at the time; yet was a premonition of what was to come. She was about to live the answer to her question through a cancer diagnosis.