Petra's Healing Journey

Where do I start?! It’s been an eventful week, to say the least!

We’ll start with the least important news first. The magic carpet I wrote about a few weeks ago, turned out to be just a rug after all. Friendships are not real friendships if one person has feelings for the other. They bend over backwards to be the person they think you want, being the best version of themselves, which is impossible to maintain, and then the cracks begin to show and you realise that they weren’t who they pretended to be.

When times are tough you realise who your real friends are. Was it Marilyn Monroe who said, if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best? Whoever it was, they were right!

A distraction I didn’t need and a friendship lost, but I’m incredibly lucky to have many amazing friends, and I believe everything happens for a reason, so I will accept that there was a purpose to it and move swiftly on.

Onto the important news. I got my biopsy results on Friday.

I sat in the waiting room for over two hours while my consultant had double booked two clinics. I was absolutely starving and the hospital didn’t have a single keto friendly thing in their their cafeteria in the cancer unit, which I found pretty hilarious and equally annoying 😤

My diagnosis was exactly the same as it was when I started in April last year, still DCIS – not invasive cancer, still high grade, meaning the cells are replicating quickly – and with that in mind, it should have spread a lot. When I was first diagnosed they said if I didn’t have surgery it would be invasive within 6 months. It’s been nearly a year and a half, which means the treatments I’m doing have kept it at bay, but nothing more.

He recommended a mastectomy as a soon as possible, which was what I expected.

I said, “Either my treatments are keeping it from spreading, or your colleague who said that it would be invasive within 6 months was talking rubbish”. He said he wasn’t prepared to agree with either statement. Which came as no surprise either. It has to be one or the other though.

It wasn’t the result I wanted, but I have faith in the universe that it was the result I needed. I believe we choose to come here to have experiences, so we learn, and I’m here for it, with every fibre of my being.

So I have a decision to make. I either have the surgery, and continue with some of my treatments, in place of chemo or radiotherapy, or I ramp up the treatments I’m doing and try harder.

I had a sublime few days down south, staying at friends’ beautiful home in the lovely village of Brackley in Northamptonshire. They have a frequency healing machine called a Spooky 2 👻, named as such, after Einstein’s comment about how effective frequency healing is – he said it was spooky 👻

The Spooky 2 is based on the same principles as the Rife machine. There was a man called Raymond Rife who discovered that certain frequencies can heal disease 🦠

His cancer clinic was very successful, but was discredited by the medical industry and he died of a mysterious accidental Valium overdose while in hospital. To overdose on Valium you need to administer a large amount. It’s widely believed it wasn’t an accident.

As I’ve said before, traditional cancer treatment generates millions of pounds for the big pharmaceutical companies, the last thing they want is someone coming up with a cheap cure for cancer.

If I decide not to have surgery, I’m considering starting another fundraiser to raise enough money to buy a Spooky 2 👻

Last year I managed to raise over £2000 altogether with my first fundraiser, including the £25 a month that my incredibly generous friend Bill has been donating directly to me monthly. This enabled me to buy everything I needed and get underway, I couldn’t have managed without it.

A portable Spooky 2 👻 is £800.

Or I have my boob chopped off and reconstructive surgery, taking some belly fat and building me a new boob. A boob job and a tummy tuck free of charge 😏

It’s been a hard year. I’ve struggled with the diet, and it’s cost me a fortune in meds and supplements, but I’m not a quitter and I could have done better. I managed to get heroin and crack out of my life, so I reckon I can win a war against cake! 😆 🍰 😆

I’ve given myself a couple of weeks to dig deep and find some clarity. As with all major life decisions, intuition is key. I know my inner being knows what decision I should make, I just need tap into it. ✨

For anyone else who is struggling with life, for whatever reason, I’m sending you a massive hug 🤗

With love 🫶