Kaiulani Facciani

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Name: Kaiulani Facciani
Date registered: August 22, 2015
URL: http://imgonnaliveuntilidie.com

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  1. Bhutan — November, 2018 — February 10, 2019
  2. Fiji 2014 — November 6, 2018
  3. Costa Rica 2017 — October 27, 2018
  4. Cuba 2015 — January 12, 2017
  5. – Breasts, a poem — August 24, 2016

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Bhutan — November, 2018

Bhutan is beautiful. All buildings conform to traditional architecture and design. Their attention to beauty is meticulous. There is very little plastic or metal, all design aspects are intricately carved from wood and painted. The airport in Paro is the most beautiful I’ve seen.



The king, his family, and the Buddha are much revered, their images everywhere.

We are met by Namgay, our guide for our ten-day exploration of Bhutan. His company is Illuminating Tours and we heartily recommend them. 



The four ‘partners in crime’ unite at lunch to begin our basking in Bhutanese beauty. We begin our love affair with Bhutanese cuisine, specifically, Ema Datshi, a soupy condiment made from chilis and cheese that is present at every meal. Like much local cuisine, it is very spicy and not for the faint of heart.

Paro, located on the traditional Tibetan-Bhutanese trade route, is home to the National Museum and a large dzong, built in 1645.








Dzongs were traditionally built as fortresses and now have split uses for government administration and for Buddhist monastic practice.











Very large, in scale, dzong architecture reflects the detailed, carved and painted elements (built without nails) that will soon become so familiar to us.













Namgay regales us with Bhutanese Buddhist parables depicted in the omnipresent religious murals, not the least of which is the story of the “4 friends.” These harmonious characters… an elephant, a monkey, a hare and a bird… embody the spirit of cooperation as well as symbolize four terrestrial habitats… ground, trees, underground, and sky. The bird seeds the tree, the hare protects and nurtures the roots, the elephant provides might and height, and the monkey provides agility to reach the fruit.







Of course, prayer wheels are present everywhere.









We drive to Thimpu, the capital. Images of the beloved royal family are everywhere, as are polite admonishments to take pride in country and heritage. As Buddhists, Bhutanese honor all sentient beings and their home with respect and compassion. There is no litter anywhere. 

















Lots and lots of new construction in Thimpu and Paro. Even the large blocks of condominiums have traditional design elements.

We had a lovely hike through the forest up to the Cheri Goempa monastery (under restoration)…

… and an even lovelier lunch (we earned it) by the river when we got back down.

Bhutan is 72% virgin forest and the king has decreed that it can never fall below 60%.


Fertility is sacred, the penis is revered, and shows up in the darnedest places.








Traffic is sometimes interesting.


We visited the National Art Institute where the government sponsors the training of skilled artisans in carving, sculpture, painting, and textiles. This method of painting holy ‘Thangkas’ dates to ancient Tibet.

















We then visited the textile museum which is almost as beautiful as the textiles themselves. Bhutanese weaving and beadwork is exquisite.




The truly awesome Golden Buddha (a stunning 177 ft high) is perched above Thimpu and houses an even more extraordinary temple beneath and inside it.  Unfortunately, photos are forbidden inside most temples. Trust me, if you go to Bhutan, you do not want to miss this. 


JJ casually mentioned  someone her daughter had grown up with was living in Thimpu with his wife.  Namgay took us to dinner at his sister’s restaurant with his wife and children and had arranged for a surprise reunion with JJ’s friend (coincidentally, he is a teacher at Namgay’s sons’ school.) This devotion to our enjoyment is one of the many reasons we love Namgay and feel his company (www.illuminatingtoursbhutan.com) is the best to use if you want to make this trip of a lifetime. How can you not love this family?

To visit Bhutan, you need to obtain a visa and make all arrangements through an official tour company, who provides all lodging, meals, entrance fees, and transportation, including the services of a guide and a driver. All this for the price of $250/day. Considering the quality of what is provided (at least with Namgay’s company), the extent of what is provided, and the way the government spends its 30% share of the proceeds, it is worth every penny! I’ve visited over 50 countries and Bhutan is the most amazing and delightful of them all.


Before leaving Thimpu, we visited the Takin preserve. Takins are  a native mammal that seems like a cross between a buffalo and a goat.  The Takins were elusive but we got to see Goral antelope up close.


One of our trip’s highlights was a visit to a paper factory where we saw every step to the process of
making exquisitely beautiful hand-crafted paper products from local vegetation.















Traveling further east, we pass through the clouds of Doche La Pass, where the queen mother built 108 stupas to commemorate the heroic and bloodless exploits of her husband in routing terrorists. The south was infiltrated by Indian terrorists from Assam that would go and attack in India then seek refuge in Bhutan. King #4 asked them to leave and they refused. So he personally led the army there, surprised them during dinner, minimizing casualties, and flushed them out and back to India. For his personal integrity and bravery, his wife, the queen mother, erected the stupas.










Part of what makes Bhutan so extraordinary is the well-deserved and absolute adoration of the royal family. King #3 initiated land reform in the 1950s. His son,  King #4, the one who coined the phrase”gross national happiness” as a way to measure his success as a king, voluntarily converted the absolute monarchy to a constitutional monarchy with the establishment of a democratically-elected Parliament to give his beloved people more of a say in their governing. At the same time, he abdicated his throne to his son (#5, the current king) so that he could serve as an advisor to his rule. #5 has made it a priority to continue the land reform of started by his grandfather and has conducted a survey of land ownership, redistributing government –owned land to villages that don’t have their proportionate share of privately owned land. They are much beloved and wander neighborhoods freely (no “secret service” required) to mingle with the people. 


The people are consistently and uniquely the nicest civilization I’ve ever come across.

The countryside is plastered with what we would consider propaganda signs but they are friendly and positive, urging people to do the right thing, clean up around them, and take care of the environment. In stark contrast to Nepal, there is no litter anywhere. I accidentally dropped a piece of paper and a Bhutanese was immediately there to whisk it to the trash bin.


Their anti-drug messages, rather than taking a totalitarian tone, urge people to take care of and pride in themselves and provide support to people who need help. Although the standard is for multi-generational families to live together and take care of each other, the current queen started a beautiful nursing home where those without family can age in dignity with a high quality of care, on the government’s dime. No one is homeless or goes hungry. Never mind Tibet (especially since the Chinese occupation), I am convinced Bhutan is ShangriLa.




While in transit, we either stop for lunch at

beautiful roadside restaurants or sometimes

are treated to lunch, or tea by the side of the road. 










In Punakha, we visited the dzong, built 1637 and located at the confluence of the male and female rivers) and stayed the night in yet another lovely hotel. 


We visited the temple of the Divine Madman, Lam Drukpa Kuenley, a colorful historical monk who came from Tibet and spread Buddhism throughout the population and is known for using imagery of the phallus to subdue demons and bless the people of Bhutan.













So, once again, penises and puppies everywhere as we wandered through villages and rice paddies.



Off to Pojibkha, the nesting grounds of the endangered migratory black-necked cranes.




















Another mountain pass yielded spectacular views  and we participated in a peaceful perambulation through Pojibkha valley.

















































We stayed at our most basic accommodation yet…     no internet and the rooms were heated at night by woodstoves… and it was positively charming. 










The next day was one of my favorites because Namgay took us to Tshangkha, the beautiful village he grew up in, and filled our fancy with tales from his childhood. 








There are 25 households and they are all involved in farming. They cultivate a variety of crops including rice, potatoes, cabbage, grains, and maize. They sell cheese, butter, potatoes, and other vegetables. Electricity arrived here only recently. (TV came to Bhutan in general in 1998, and cell phones and internet arrived in 2002.)

Some villagers still practice the Bon religion, which is similar to animism and pre-dates Buddhism as the main religion. They assume big mountains, trees, river, cliffs, and lakes to be the places where the deities reside. He grew up outside the village and would go play with his friends in the village until dark. He’d have to run home and would be so scared the demons would get him. His mom, knowing that, would come out on the deck to greet him. Rather than admonish him, she would call out the mantra to scare the evil spirits away and protect him. “Om mani padni hom…” “Louder, please,” he’d cry as he raced by the shadows into her waiting arms. 



I had brought toys to give the children, including little keyring flashlights. These were the favorites here as I explained they could use them to keep the demons away while they walked home in the dark. Hahahaa, their eyes got huge… they loved it! The children, being the compassionate Buddhists they are, were worried when their friend, a beautiful boy taking care of his little brother, showed up and I was all out of gifts. I could see them suffering because they loved their little flashlights but they were so concerned that he didn’t get one. Luckily, I remembered that I had my own little flashlight attached to my purse so I gave him the best one and everyone was happy.

We once again had a delightful tea on the side of the road. Namgay is pictured here with Supee, our driver, who was another beloved component of our magical adventure.



















In Trongsa, we visited the museum and the Trongsa dzong, where the first two kings ruled from.



Monks practiced dances for the next day’s holy festival.













Yakkity yaks don’t talk back.







We stayed at yet another lovely hotel.















We made our way to the weaving region of Bumthang, driving over the Black mountains’ Yotong La pass into the Bumthang valley.














Lunch in a farm house was super special as we were welcomed into the home of a farmer’s family and served in their living room.










We walked across a river to Kurjey Lhakhang temple, which houses the sacred imprint of Guru Rinpoche meditating.










   Encountered wild cannabis and bees.

More beautiful temples and the ubiquitous dogs.  When I landed in Bhutan, I visited a grocery store, bought a bag of dog food, and kept my pockets filled. So, wherever, I went, there were many that loved me. : )








Children sitting in a field taking exams. 










The next day brought something we had been anxiously anticipating… a small local religious festival. Bhutan has many and they are worth scheduling your trip around.









In addition to sacred costumes and dances, we were treated to gambling (I won!), archery (the national sport), darts, and traditional carnival food.















Participation was a wonderful window into local culture.  What can I say? I’m a sucker for the children, old people, and monks.








Although the sight of a young monk “loading” his toy gun threw me off a bit, as did the monk walking down the road chatting on his cell phone. 




I had also brought reading glasses as gifts for older people. They were a big hit… I will bet that this lovely character sleeps in his, he loved them so much.









Another roadside picnic lunch, shopping, and walking the ‘hood rounded out our day.  Even condos and semis are cool.

The next day, we visited Ogyencholing Palace, a historic “manor” that operated under the feudal system, which was abolished by the third king as part of his land reform. It has been preserved as a museum and it was a fascinating glimpse of preserved history.

Stamps for making prayer flags


We then visited a nunnery and more temples.


We flew back to Paro, where we began our journey, having traveled east by land. Now to gear up for the cherry on this dessert… hiking to Tiger’s Nest monastery.






As a child, I had seen a photo of this iconic monastery, perched on a sheer cliffside, and had vowed that I would visit someday. That dream was sidelined when, in 2012, I lost the use of my legs and one arm, was told I wouldn’t walk again, and that I would be dead within weeks. Hah! I showed them! It took me 6 hours round trip, but I did it (thank goodness for my ipod shuffle and our intrepid guides who helped me… look at them… sweet AND handsome)! 

      We were all so proud of our sassy selves… Namgay captured us all taking selfies… hahahaa.












I’m going to live until I die!


Mind you, I sorely needed the hot stone bath afterwards. It is with great sadness, that we bid Bhutan bye-bye…

Fiji 2014

February, 2014 – When the going gets tough… the tough go traveling! On halloween (2013), they found 9 brain tumors… leptomeningeal carcinomatosis… and gave me a few weeks to live. Yeah, I didn’t like that prognosis, so I took things into my own hands (My Brain Metastases). Since I’m supposed to be dead and I’m not, since I apparently have one foot in the grave, and since I have time share credits and airmiles to use, I’ve decided to go to Fiji.

I renewed my passport today…. for 10 years! How’s that for positive thinking? See, it’s $190 for 5 years and $260 for 10. Obviously, you get more value per year buying the 10-year. Unless, of course, you have a terminal diagnosis with a prognosis nowhere near that far out. So, what am I risking? $70? Thumbing my nose at the prognosis? … Priceless!

My curly chemo hair…

The wheels are falling off this immune-suppressed jalopy. Suddenly… in the past week, I’ve had a cold, a UTI, and a stomach bug. Now, I am leaving for Fiji tonight, I find out I have shingles! Boy, do I know how to have fun! Another dilemma, should you be jealous because I’m going to Fiji or feel sorry for me because I’ve got shingles? The good news is I’ve got western and naturopathic guns pointed at it and it’s working!!!

Flying in to Malolo Lailai.

There aren’t a lot of sensations grosser than stepping on a cane toad in your bare feet in the dark. They squish between your toes then hop away as though nothing happened. And it doesn’t get much creepier than flipping on your pen light and realizing you are surrounded by dozens of them watching you silently in the dark… Bwah ha haa…





The people of Fiji are fantastic!


In fact, I think I want to move here and be a teacher! These kids are adorable!


Traveling with old friends is the best!














While we were there, a cyclone came. Here are before, during and after photos.








Group hug!



Costa Rica 2017








January through March, 2017 – Facebook posts

I have rented a little casita in the jungle for my sabbatical to work on my books. I am taking a holiday from western medicine (my monthly infusions, scans, doctors, etc.) and going to forget for three months that I have cancer.

Travel Update: An auspicious start to my Pura Vida gratitude tour… you can’t make this shit up! After driving through a blizzard for six hours to the airport and taking a red eye with a five-hour layover, my connecting flight to Costa Rica is canceled due to volcanic ash and they can’t book me on another flight until Sunday… three days from now! All I wanna do is sleep so I book a hotel with a pool so I can sleep and tan. I take my firstever Uber which was a disaster. A 12 minute, $12 ride from the airport turned into a $40, hour and a half ride.  Halfway through, I looked up and asked, “Why are we going to Boca Raton?” She spoke not one word of English so I got to practice my Spanish. I had input the address as Fort Lauderdale but Uber had sent it to her phone as the same address in Boca Raton! We had completely different maps generated by the same request!

Update #2:  I finally get to the ‘resort’ (which is a dive), run up and get my suit on, and go down to the pool which is closed for three hours because they’ve sprayed chemicals everywhere. I am literally dead on my feet and can’t climb two flights of stairs so I wander into the vacant lot next door, spread my sarong and pass out tanning in my suit. I wake up sunburned, with a grasshopper trying to make a nest in my ear. I stand up in my swimming suit to the querying stares of the tourists walking down Ocean Blvd (that I had somehow been oblivious to). Tomorrow, I am going to camp out at the airport and make a pest of myself until they get me on standby. 3 nights in Ft. Lauderdale costs the same as two weeks in my jungle casita…. Guess where I would rather be? Oh well, at least I escaped the blizzard. I just missed the mass shooting at Ft. Lauderdale airport (2 hours earlier, I used the bathroom the shooter came out of and we were the last plane to leave before they closed the airport). The adventure continues.

Update #3:  I. Am. The. Horse running for the barn. Four days. Blizzards, erupting volcanos, mass shootings. I took public transport and rolled my suitcase over a mile through sleeping winos to the bus station only to find out that the last bus had no more seats. I will have to stand for five hours on curvy mountain roads. Luckily the bus driver took pity on this old lady with a broken hip and back and I am sharing the single jump seat with my new best friend who happens to be the next door neighbor to the people I rented a casita from and has a bum knee. He doesn’t speak English so I get to practice again. He is currently sleeping on my shoulder and the bus has wifi so I get to catch up. Pura vida! Cant wait. To. Sleep.

Update #4: No rest for the wicked… After the four days of blizzards, volcanos, mass shootings, dodging winos and five hour bus ride from hell, I arrived to a very sleepy town and my landlord had left town, leaving the job of picking me up to his little brother who forgot to wake up. So picture me rolling my suitcase for several miles at midnight with pigs and monkeys rooting me on. Luckily, I had my new best friend, the neighbor, to keep me company. Hey, it’s all frosting on the cake… every moment I live, even the sucky ones, is a moment I wasn’t supposed to have. Live until you die, babies!


Update #5:     The moral of this story is… one should never be where    one does not belong. – Bob Dylan
The travails of my travels were not eased by the comfort of my accommodations. While it is in a lovely setting with horses roaming the streets, a cute iguana family living in the huge tree out my front door, and howler monkeys serenading me, the shower didn’t work, the stove didn’t work, there was no comfortable place to sit besides the hammock which wouldn’t work for writing long periods of time. Plus, it was advertised as a standalone casita but it was really a duplex with a shared wall… and Ticos are noisy!


I swear I’m not a princess but, in my old age, with an irradiated thyroid, I can’t handle the heat. I tried walking to the beach and nearly passed out. On the way back, I passed a very gringo apartment complex with a pool and people sitting around it drinking cold drinks. As I gazed longingly through the bars like a street urchin, I realize it’s high season, rates are sky high, everything is full, and the only availability are small pockets of days here and there.The heavens opened and I was blessed with perfect timing. I have moved into that very complex. I have two bedrooms, a full functioning kitchen, two fully functioning bathrooms, hot water and air conditioning, padded seats galore, a view of the ocean, a shorter walk to the beach, and a pool. My decision to move was confirmed when I was packing my things on the kitchen counter to move and felt something wet in my hand. I have to admit to a full on girlie scream when I realized I was holding a large, brown frog! Pura vida, babies!

My new digs…


































Tropical cooking: I just invented the BEST nutritional bullet! You know how you always throw those slimy papaya seeds away? I know papaya seed extract is really good for you…full of good fats, protein, minerals, and polyphyls and flavonoids which are strong anti-oxidants. Plus, parasite killing properties. So, I washed them, tossed them with olive oil, salt pepper, cumin, oregano, chill flakes and lime juice and toasted them in my toaster oven. I sprinkled them on my salad and ooh lala…. crunchy toasty spicy healthy goodness!


Dental health and cancer: On top of all the challenges to get here, I had a raging toothache. Someone took pity  and gave me some antibiotics and painkillers which got me here. I went to a dentist who took x-rays, couldn’t see anything wrong, but gave me stronger antibiotics, which didn’t work. I found a huge bolus of infection above the gum line in the bone. I started coconut oil pulling which gave me more relief than anything else. I couldn’t chew anything and I was worried.  When I had brain metastases. I had had an asymptomatic infected root canal next to a tumor in the parietal lobe of my brain. When I had the tooth removed, a raging infection was revealed and treated. Within two weeks, the tumor had disappeared! It was clear there could be a link between tooth infections and brain tumors.

Our overall health, and cancer, in particular is very tied to the health of our teeth and gums so we want to make sure we take care of chronic infections we may not even know we have. (see The Root of Some Evil?) Since I’ve gone rogue, running away from my immunotherapy infusions, I should probably stay on top of this.

For those of us with bone mets, we may be on bisphosphonates (Zometa, e.g.) and have been warned about dental work and osteonecrosis. We should not have any dental work for 3 weeks on either side of a bisphosphonate infusion or we risk osteonecrosis (google for some horrifying pictures). Zometa can accumulate in your bones. After 20 doses I am likely “saturated for life.” The longer I wait to remove the tooth, the better. The dentist requires I consult my oncologist before having it removed. I did coconut oil-pulling morning and night and it was far more effective at fighting the infection than two different rounds of antibiotics! Then the tooth broke in half and the infection completely disappeared.

Costa Rica is truly a beautiful country. My son just visited and I managed to have some fun. We went zip-lining and the coatimundis swarmed us to beg for food. Saw howlers and iguanas too. Here is me treating myself with adrenaline! Live until you die…































Cannabis cured my meningitis by accident: Cannabis has played a part in my miracles (see Cannabis and Cancer) and I just discovered an amazing new benefit that I am very excited about. For 30 years, I have suffered from chronic encephalitis triggered whenever a shingles virus that sleeps in my spine wakes up. I have had two very serious bouts of spinal meningitis from it that almost killed me. Doctors have been of no help. I have learned to recognize the early signs of an attack as it attacks the nerves in my legs. I then meditate, relieve stress, and thus avoid a full on attack of meningitis.

Here in Costa Rica, I began to get the first symptoms of encephalitis. I took Acyclovir and Lysine which usually helps but didn’t. I was getting painful nerve spasms and couldn’t walk very well. I was going to be trekking the cloud forest and was worried about my ability to do so as intense attacks were happening every minute or so.

I brought cannabis oil with me here to Costa Rica but the maid broke it so I have been without for the first time since I got cancer. I bought some raw pot and made cannabis oil out of it. Because I couldn’t get a high enough grade of alcohol to extract the cannabinoids, it was very weak. I was left looking at the leftover herbal material, thinking, hmmmm, I’ll bet there are still lots of medicinal cannabinoids in there. So, I made pancakes out of them. I don’t like to be high. But since I was buying it off the street and the street wants to be high, it was a high THC strain (beggars can’t be choosers).

Entering the cloud forest, I ate a “pot pancake” and, much to my chagrin, got very  high. Wait for it….


Hahahaaaa… the amazing news is that it immediately and completely dispelled the oncoming attack of encephalitis that would have crippled me for days, maybe even hospitalized me. I thought back and realized that I hadn’t had an attack the past few years since I’ve been taking CO. Having been doing without must have set up a situation where I was vulnerable to it. The ramifications of this are greater than just me… chicken pox, shingles, Herpes, viral encephalitis are all members of the same family of viruses. In fact, I have found anecdotal stories, like mine, that have shown that Cannabis helps with all of them. You can put topical Cannabis on cold sores and they go away quickly! We have to fully legalize this wondrous medicinal herb so that it can be properly and exhaustively researched.


If you are sitting in that chemo chair or a waiting room or waiting trepidatiously for results of some test, please look for the beauty that surrounds you and inhale it deep into you, filling your cells with healing energy. And remember, so far your record for getting through bad days is 100%! And dream of a future beyond your current reality. You will experience joy again.

Disclaimer: Nothing contained on this website should be construed as medical advice. I am not a doctor. I am a Stage IV breast cancer thriver who is currently NED/NAD and simply sharing what I did, and do, and why. Please research anything I share to determine if it is a good path for you. Bless you all on the path you choose.

All original content contained on this web site, I’m Gonna Live Until I Die!, is copyrighted, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019 Kaiulani Facciani. 




Cuba 2015


April & May, 2015 – I flew into Havana from Cancun, rented a car to explore the western side of the island, then hopped on buses and traversed the entire island all the way to the eastern tip. For the most part, I stayed in “casas particulars’, or private rooms in Cubans’ homes. Many times, I ate in their homes or in ‘paladars’ (private dining rooms). I LOVED Cuba, and especially, the Cuban people and the music. (Click here to see all stories as a thread) You can see a map and a description of destinations here… Route & itinerary


Posts from the Open Road…  (Click here to see all stories as a thread)

– The gift that keeps on giving

– The last gift

– Gratitude… or the lack thereof

– Hokey pokey

– Frosting on the cake

– Pura vida

– Una buena aventura

– Sola

– Vintage Cars

– Empowerment

– Breasts, a poem

Written early Sunday am, Sept 13, 2015
By Sue Van Hook, DCIS thriver

I was born with two of themBreasts
Felt the breast buds emerge
Bound them with soft trainers
Until bra less set them free.

Rarely thought of them as precious
Glad for their smallness
Less hassle in the braless days
Could wear anything, go anywhere

The world’s smallest areolas
From all that I had gleaned
No, not my best feature
Did I have one best?

Then one day someone noticed
Beneath my sleeveless T
He said “Your breasts are beautiful”
Then I noticed and agreed.

Loved them even more
As they filled with nourishment
For 3 lovely daughters
Who became lovely women.

That miracle of bonding
With no words to describe
The closeness and the love
That I felt inside.

I’d already lost an ovary
And tube at the age of 26
With cysts removed from
The one they left.

So what a gift to bear 3 girls
From a few eggs that remained
What would I teach them?
What had I learned?

Imagine my surprise at age 43
When I felt a lump
It grazed the sternum, hard and sore
A pea sized thing on top

The pea-sized growth was bigger though
Deeper down inside
It measured 5 cm at the widest part
How could that be, I cried!

I lost the left with one node involved
AC and taxol followed.
And with my mind and vitamin E,
I kept my fair skin from burning.

I exclaimed to the one I love
They’ve fed our children well.
And he replied, but darling dear
I’ll miss the left of you.

The time has passed for 18 years
With gratitude every day
For all the gifts and friendships forged
While healing from the inside out.

Love your breasts whatever their size
And miss them when they’re gone
They will in part define
The person you become.


Gratitude Tour – Reunions

The value of a walk down Memory Lane…

A diagnosis of Stage 4 forces us to confront our mortality, ponder the meaning of life, and wonder how we ended up on this journey. While it didn’t provide any answers, my summer sojourn down memory lane gave me a long-view perspective of my life to date. I am so very grateful to have reconnected with so many who played important roles in my life. The beginning, the middle, the end… is love.


40th High School Reunion (wherein I experience the shocking realization that I am old)

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My first stop was southern Idaho for my first 40-year high school reunion. I didn’t graduate from this high school but I grew up with these kids from age 10-16. Those are pretty formative years and I have a lot of fond memories and affection for this crowd. Facebook had already reunited many of us and I am so grateful for the love and support I received while I fought the cancer demon down.


Boise (wherein I act the hobbit and have two breakfasts)

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One of my dear friends has a relative who has virtually the same diagnosis as I (Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer). I had the pleasure of meeting this mighty warrior queen with her loving mother-in-law for breakfast. I wanted to give her lots of support and any info she might want but she is doing all the right things and seems to be handling it all so well. Join me in praying for and supporting Amy as she walks this difficult road we know so well. Then, I got to take my beloved surrogate parents out for breakfast. They are aging as gracefully as we all can hope to. I am so very grateful to them for all the love they have given me throughout my life.


McCall (wherein I bask in the beauty of a mountain lake with my bestie)


So many things this woman has taught me… from the early age of 12. Look at her surf… she’s my age! She taught me how to love unabashedly and to suck as much joy out of every moment that one can. I am so grateful to have her and her sister and husband in my life.


Missoula (wherein I pretend I am in my twenties again)




First I get to take my darling niece out for cocktails. Then I get to raft the river with my nephew and his adorable girlfriend and friends. Then we all get to enjoy the String Cheese Incident in concert. Nothing like hanging with the young to feel young. I love these people and am so grateful to be able to enjoy these things!

Live until you die, am I right?! Can I get an Amen?



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Coeur d’Alene (wherein I reunite with 4 generations of cousins in a stunning historic lakefront manor)


I have to start with these two photos because they showcase 4 generations of beauty and grace as well as a grandpa who is completely besotted with his great-granddaughter. For the most part, I hadn’t seen most of these people in 40 years and just met the others. Why, oh why, did I wait so long? I feel such gratitude for the opportunity to reunite with long-lost loved ones and meet the new additions.



All these people are cousins… two first cousins, two first cousins once removed, two first cousins twice removed, and one first cousin thrice removed! Oh, and then their partners joined us… 18 for dinner!

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This lovely family compound was built over 100 years ago! So much love and history within these walls

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There’s life in the old girl yet! I’m talking about me paddle boarding, but I really am saluting cousin Bette, all 4’9″ of her. She is a two-time cancer survivor herself, in her 80s, is a hospice volunteer to give back for her survival, and has been my biggest cheerleader from the sidelines throughout my ordeal. I hadn’t seen her since I was a kid but we developed a fond penpal bond and she hopped in her car and drove a day’s drive when she heard I was going to be in town. She is my hero. Love that woman! I think she secretly sports a “Live until you die” tattoo.











My 2nd 40th year high school reunion (wherein the posse rides again!)

I went to two high schools, so I was blessed with two reunions, a week and 600 miles apart. Going to both of them was the impetus for this trip which turned into so much more. 4 of the 5 girls who hung out regularly got together for the first time in 40 years! We aren’t getting older, we’re getting better and I’m oh, so grateful for that!










Seattle, (wherein I see my family who nursed me back to health)

No Gratitude Tour is complete without visiting my sister and my son who cared for me when I couldn’t care for myself. I will forever be grateful to all these people. Counting my blessings…









– A Story of Hope – Mesothelioma

katherineReflecting back on my original cancer diagnosis, and the prognosis that followed, it’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here writing this today. But as the old proverb goes, everything happens for a reason; and I believe that reason is to share my experience with the readers of I’m Gonna live until I die. My name is Katherine Keys, and this is my story.

I have been fighting Mesothelioma for virtually nine years now. For those of you unaware, the survival rate for mesothelioma (relative to 5 years) is less than 10%.

Hearing my prognosis was one of the toughest moments of my life. Much like any traumatic event or experience, the pain that followed was immense, and the rush of persisting emotions was almost unbearable.

Weeks went by, and the parts of my brain that trigger pain continued to light up in an erratic fashion. I eventually lost control. I acted out, projecting emotions onto others, crying persistently and at one point considering whether to push on.

Like most traumatic instances in life however, I moved on from it. It wasn’t too long before my smarter senses kicked in, and I knew that my behavior was doing me no good. I can’t remember the exact day or moment in time, but at some point I said to myself “I’m not going to let this consume me or control my life.” Whether it was the end of my physical existence here in this universe or not, there was no way my life was going to end after hearing that news. Of course, the typical procedures and processes followed; I was treated in a variety of ways, including the removal of a lung. I went through countless hours and days of radiation and chemo and I had a diet that really never quite agreed with my insides or me.

Aside from this however, I ventured into the realm of alternative medicines and therapies, including Reiki and meditation. I sought counseling to deal with some of the trauma and pain, and above all, I stayed positive and true to my faith. Like many people who go through hardships, I had a mantra, which I repeated to myself every day….that included accepting each and every day as a chance to change or enhance my life in ways I couldn’t on days prior. Part of that involves remembering that life must be taken one step (or day) at a time.

When your mind likes to wander into places that are undoubtedly dark, it’s very important to remember to have a mantra like this. And it’s also very important to remember that you have friends and family around you that supports you.

Eventually, more time passed. Again, I had an epiphany moment, after a while my previous mantra evolved into something deeper, where I started to tell myself that my only battle I was fighting was against myself.

This was a very defining moment for me, and with the help of the teams around me, including family, medical professionals, legal experts and an intricate network of care specialists, including nurses and doctors, I knew I had already won my battle.

Ultimately, my positive attitude and determination to win against “all odds” played a tremendous role in getting me to where I am today. But again, regardless of the illness or struggle, I learned that the one that that will always stand in your way is you – Time and again I find that to be true, and will hold on to that forever. Regardless of what you’re suffering from – whether it’s the removal of a lung, loss of hair or shortness of breath, these are words to hold onto and cherish.

Today, I feel blessed to be able to spend time with my family and share this story with other people. While I have been through a lot and to this day am still challenged by physical pain and limitations after having a lung removed, I see every day as a gift. A month or two after my prognosis, I remember a close friend telling me, “Katherine, you’re not dying from cancer, you’re living with it.” I suggest living by this as well.


– Lessons I am Learning

November, 2012 – soon after diagnosis of Stage IV breast cancer and prognosis of just weeks to live.

Five years ago, I had Ductal Carcinoma In Situ (DCIS), which is Stage 0, pre-cancer. Not really even considered cancer to most doctors. But the cells in the mass in my right breast were seen as aggressive and on the verge of turning invasive so the doctors at MD Anderson felt strongly that I needed to have a mastectomy. So I did. They also took 6 lymph nodes in my armpit to determine if any invasive cells had “left the building”. None were found but some cytokeratin was found in those cells. That could be from one of two things… cancer that might turn invasive had exited or, the more likely scenario, they were leftover cells from the numerous biopsies I had had. They said that preventive chemotherapy was available for me. I asked what was the chance that it was invasive cancer and that the chemo was needed. They said about a half of 1%. I said that my research showed that I had at least a 10% chance of getting leukemia or some other type of deadly cancer from the chemo itself. I’m not a math major but it seems that it was 20 times better to not do the preventive chemo. They said if I put it that way, I shouldn’t do the chemo. I thought, “shouldn’t you be putting it that way? I mean, isn’t that kind of your job?”

Well, five years later, this little smart ass is full of invasive breast cancer, so I guess I should have had that preventive chemo. But see, I was so full of my smart and sassy self who had researched all the causes of cancer and the naturopathic ways of preventing and defeating it, without chemo and radiation. Yes, I had played chicken, and had the surgery in the interest of keeping time on my side, but I was so convinced that I could defeat cancer and keep it at bay with what I had learned. 50% of the people on my mother’s side of the family had had cancer, so clearly there was a genetic link. I discovered we had hereditary hemochromatosis, which results in too much iron, which feeds cancer. By giving blood, I could keep the iron levels down and negate the problem.

The naturopathic prevention and cure of cancer revolve around three aspects of your “bioterrain”… toxins, nutrients, and emotions. I completely changed my diet to organic, nutrition-rich, anti-inflammatory, plant-based, cancer-preventative foods and detoxified my body regularly. For five years. Yes, I was guilty of putting occasional toxins in but I felt that my regular detox regimen would take care of the few toxins I cheated on.

The CDC states that 85% of disease is caused by emotions. I did a lot of emotional work. I opened up my mind and heart to dealing with previously unresolved issues. I felt cancer changed me in so many significant ways. I grew so much emotionally, I really felt changed. But this, I believe is where I fell short and I left the door open for cancer to return and ravage me. The last couple of years were very stressful for me and I did not handle the stress well. It’s like I forgot what I learned or I was too lazy or in denial. I started to internalize the stress in a very toxic way. And from where I stand now, fighting for my life, the things that I stressed about are not as important as they seemed at the time.

I’m telling you this because we are all stressing about similar things these days and I want you to think about how you are handling the stress in your life and how you can handle it in a healthier fashion than I did. I need to think long and hard about how to really internalize and incorporate deep-seated emotional changes into my life if I want to survive this.

The world seems to be going through so many changes right now. Most of them are difficult but so many of us feel that maybe we are heading for a deeper crisis from which a new world order can emerge because our current priorities and lifestyles are not sustainable. It all seems to center on selfishness and greed. The collapse of our personal wealth was caused by people who got too greedy. The demise of our ecosystems, our weather, our planet, our home, is being caused by our individual unwillingness to have less than our neighbors or what we had yesterday. A timely example of the madness… today is Black Friday, where people trample each other for sales exactly one day after being thankful for what they already have.

There are very few of us that have not been affected by the economic downturn. It has lasted longer and been worse than any of us were prepared for. We’d like to think that we are bumping along the bottom now and that things will be improving soon but it could just as easily go the other way. The situation has changed the behavior of the average person you deal with. In my case, I pay my bills by providing housing to people and I seem to have landed on the bottom of the food chain. When people don’t have money, it seems the landlord is the last to get paid. After 20 years of being a landlord, I found myself in the position of being owed $20,000 and, for the first time, had to evict two parties and take another 3 to court. I felt I had no choice, people were not taking responsibility for their own lives and it was all landing on me. With every action, I tried to do the right thing and handle everything with heart. But in some cases, people turned absolutely vicious and it took a serious emotional toll on me. I had to borrow $20,000 from the bank at high fees to turn around and pay my mortgages or risk losing everything I’d worked my entire life for. That doesn’t necessarily make me greedy. But the stress and worry from my attachment to material possessions created a toxic bioterrain where cancer gained control. Would I trade it all now to be cancer-free and not facing my own mortality?

Five years ago, I emerged from cancer with the commitment that I had to be less responsible for other people’s happiness. That included a dozen tenants. I put one of my properties up for sale… 2 months before the market crashed. I kept lowering the price too late, chasing the plunging market. It is now worth less than half of what it was 5 years ago. So many people have lost more. I’m one of the lucky ones. But I have clung, for too long, to the unrealistic expectation that I must not go backwards… that preserving my material worth is necessary for the survival for myself and my son. As a single mom who worked very hard for every scrap of it, I suppose I can be forgiven. But, if I am lucky enough to survive this cancer, it will be because I can get myself to a place where I can truly let go, cut my losses, be free of the chains of financial attachment and stress, and focus on what’s truly important…. love and light.

I’m also guilty of having wanted too much for my son in other ways and that created deadly stress levels as well. I am guilty of overmothering my son. I have been unable to separate myself from his own personal challenges and let him figure things out more independently and on his own. I knew that on some level and that’s why his Amazon survival semester has been so important, to both of us. Also imperative for my survival, and his, is that I accept and embrace who comes out of the jungle next week. Our roles will be reversed. He will be taking care of me. And this little control freak needs to surrender wholeheartedly to that.

And I need to meditate everyday on how lucky I am to have him and all of my loved ones. And that every day is a gift, no matter how it’s wrapped. I love and appreciate every one for what they have given me in my life.

I walk the path of the warrior. I do not accept that I will die from cancer anytime soon. It doesn’t matter what others tell me. I have my own truth which I must live. Or I will die. Spontaneous healing happens. Miracles in medicine are being discovered everyday. We each must find our own path. But it is clear that we must not give up. Or is it?

I am fighting the good fight. I am cleansing my body of toxins and providing it with nutrients and anti-cancer remedies, both naturopathic and toxic modern medicine. I am exploring my emotional landscape now as my primary unexploited weapon. And I become increasingly less comfortable with the metaphors of war.

I do believe that my inappropriate handling of emotional stress contributed to cancer returning and ravaging me. I think that my innate tendency to control my world is part of that stress. I think about acceptance and grace and surrender and how to incorporate that seemingly opposite concept into my fight. It’s like the Buddhist paradox… in order to achieve enlightenment, one must give up all goals. Yet achieving enlightenment is a goal in itself and requires commitment to that goal.

So, how do I eliminate stress and my control-freak tendencies that feed cancer while being determined to rewrite my own destiny by kicking cancer’s ass? How do I incorporate grace and acceptance that my path may not lead to survival and achieve serenity from that surrender into my fight for survival?

Thoughts and emotions are part of the physical landscape and they are crucial to the healing process. I’ve tried to get tough with my cancer. I’ve tried to direct anger towards it. But it feels wrong. Anger is a toxic, negative emotion. Cancer feeds on negativity and toxicity. And, frankly, I am grateful to cancer for what it is teaching me… again.

Five years ago, I focused on kicking cancer’s butt. I felt alive. I took care of my body. I made sure everybody knew that I loved them. I focused on beauty. I focused on sending love to my breast. I knew she was scared because whenever anyone mentioned mastectomy, she throbbed with pain. I assured her that we were a family and that no one was going to break us up. I dreamt that my breasts talked to each other while I slept…. sister to sister. I wrote my breast a letter…

“Dear Boobalicious, I love you. I’m sorry you are hurt. You are not alone in your fight. You are still beautiful. You will grow new cells that are healthy. The old, broken cells will die and pass through and away from us. Be strong in who you are and know that you are loved and will endure. Nobody’s taking you away from me, we will grow old together. Your sister will give you strength and help you heal.”

I wrote my cancer a letter and proposed a deal…“I know why you came and I thank you. You are no longer needed and your purpose no longer exists. I now appreciate life and love, thanks to you. Your time is over. You can live out your natural life. There will be no more violence unless you violate this treaty by continuing to multiply. Multiplying hurts me, it hurts my breast, it hurts you. It will not be tolerated. Go in peace.”

I thought about giving up, leaving it to the Fates, the doctors, God… anyone, as long as I didn’t have to take responsibility anymore. It was bigger than me. But I thought, if I give up, then life has no meaning… it has all happened for nothing. I’ve always envied those with a sense of purpose, those whose destiny is clear. This, apparently, was my destiny, and I needed to rise to the occasion. I decided that my strength was greater than my fear and that my strength would heal me.

But I had that mastectomy. And that cancer didn’t go away. Now, 5 years later, I have Stage IV cancer that the doctors say will kill me. I look for answers, all day every day. What if the only answer is that there is no answer? That this just happened because life’s a bitch… and then you die? What if my legacy is not to teach people how to fight? What it if is to teach people how to surrender to and die with grace?

Naaaaahhhh! Sorry, but it makes me giggle. I really do need to embrace and incorporate grace. But who I am is a fighter that makes life on my own terms. I must fight stronger and harder than I did five years ago. I am not ready to surrender. I have served cancer an eviction notice as an ironic swipe at my landlord stress over the last year. I will do everything in my power to get it out and try to keep it from coming back. I will continue to be tough and committed and I will not yet entertain the notion that I might not prevail.

And I will meditate on grace and love and beauty and light and use them to vanquish my foe in ways I didn’t understand then.

I will walk the path of the graceful warrior.
Update note: In May, 2016, I celebrated two years of being NED (No Evidence of Disease). : )

Gratitude Tour – Island Style

Kailua Beach, Oahu, Hawaii

 Far from shore, the swell rises.
A lone surfer leaps to catch the long, languorous ride.
The wave breaks with a pounding crash, prostrating itself at my feet and
kissing my toes where foam meets sand.
That kiss electrifies me with the
epiphany of all that is beautiful
and sacred in this world…




I grew up in Hawaii, and after I survived my first dire prognosis of imminent death and regained my ability to walk, I wintered there. Alas, it was in Hawaii that they found 9 leptomeningeal brain tumors and delivered another dire prognosis of just weeks to live. How I defeated them is covered in My Brain Metastases, but that’s not the subject of this post.




The point is that every day, I soaked in the bay I grew up in and prayed to the kahunas to heal me so that I could return. That opportunity came in the form of my son’s 24th birthday… a day I was so grateful to celebrate. His darling and impish girlfriend and I conspired to kidnap him and surprise him. The second surprise is that I joined them on the second leg of their flight and we got to spend a wonderful week together, celebrating his birthday and my 2nd anniversary of NED. All in the comforting embrace of my childhood home…. and the kahunas.

Kaiulani Facciani Gratitude Tour - Island Styleskydiving kaiulani faccianiWe have been long-time scuba enthusiasts and it was a joy to welcome his girlfriend into the club. He had always wanted to sky-dive and that was her present to him. Thank God I didn’t have to go : ). I’m gonna live until I die but, given that I’m walking around with a broken hip, glued together by dead tumors and scar tissue, I’d rather not tempt the fates by landing wrong.




It was a lovely time that taught me once again that the beginning, the middle, the end… is love. So, once again, I am grateful… for the time I’ve been given, for the love I’ve received, for the life that I’ve lived.

And I am full of hope… for me… and for you.






– I just saved you a bunch of money…

I just had my 2-yr anniversary of NED (no evidence of disease) after my terminal diagnosis of Stage 4 cancer. Yay! So I asked my oncologist at what point I could think about not taking Herceptin and Perjeta every 3 weeks. They had told me “for the rest of my life” but that was back when they thought I had less than 2 months to live. Those infusions cost the insurance system $20-25,000 per infusion! I’m one of those who gets more than I give to the insurance system and so feel a little responsible to try and save when I can. (Thank you, by the way, to all of you who contribute to my healing by paying premiums when you may not use them. Hopefully, karma will reward you when you need it.)

Plus, I’m feeling cocky… I actually feel like I got this… like “the snarling wolf” might actually be dead. OK, not cocky enough that I will just walk away right now from immunotherapy, but I want to plan. I don’t want to be chained to my chemo port forever. I kind of thought that maybe she’d say I could quit after 5 years but that 3 weeks is the only approved frequency. I didn’t know what the research showed. Turns out, there really is no research that corresponds to my case, I’m in uncharted waters, I’m a sample size of 1, I’m supposed to be dead, twice now, not NED. She suggested we go to every 4 weeks, instead of 3, and continue to monitor. Hopefully, if the wolf awakens, I could still tiptoe quietly and get it back to sleep.

So, we’re going to try weaning me off. On the way home, I did the math in my head. If I actually go once a month, that’s 12 treatments a year, instead of 17+. That’s 5 extra days per year of my life I get back! And, that saves you, the premium payers who invest in my health, about $120,000 a year! Not insignificant. You’re welcome. : )

… and, again, thank YOU! The bad news is that I’m still costing you over a quarter mil per year. Am I worth it?

Now we just have to figure out how to cap the outrageous costs of pharmaceutical therapies and insurance premiums and stop funding corporate jets and executive yachts!


The Snarling Wolf

You don’t “beat” stage IV breast cancer.
The most you can do is grab the snarling wolf by the throat and hold it at arm’s length,
trying not to be intimidated by the fangs and the spittle and the intensity of its desire to rip you to pieces.

If you’re lucky, you temporarily tame it, or it may tire itself out for awhile,
but you are always on your guard, knowing it will eventually awaken and attack again.

Right now, he is snoring softly at my feet. Be vewy, vewy qui-yet.


– Bedside manners 101

I wish that I could teach a class that all doctors were required to take in medical school…. Bedside Manners 101.  You could all help me teach it, I’m sure. The lessons are simple, but they seem to elude so many of them…

1.) Listen to your patient. They know their body better than you.
2.) Cancer (and many others) is a devastating diagnosis. Chill out and find your empathy.
3.) There are such things as miracles that defy the odds. Balance your need to help your patient know what to expect with communicating the hope of the outer range of what is possible.
4.) Empower your patient to take charge of their healing. You are only a swabbie. Your patient is the captain of this ship.
5.) Talk in plain language. Jargon that is second-nature to you may be new and frightening to your patient.
6.) You are not God, so don’t act like one. Be sensitive to the fear and awe some have of you. You can create a self-fulfilling prophecy when you tell people they will die.

I once had a radiologist gleefully exclaim that she was right!!! That the mass WAS cancer and I could have that mastectomy after all, as though it was the best news I could have received. Except that previous biopsies had “shown” that it wasn’t cancer and I had gone into her office just to confirm that. She was right, the others were wrong, and she was beside herself with pride. I had had no plans of getting a mastectomy, this was hardly good news, I was devastated, and I wanted to slap her for her insensitivity. There’s a reason radiologists don’t normally talk directly to patients. They should still have to take my class. : )

When I was diagnosed with Stage 4, the oncologist with tears in his eyes, said there was no hope for me. My son was in the Amazon on a survival semester and he said I needed to send a helicopter into the jungle to get him so he could say good-bye. “But, he has two more months in his program!”, I exclaimed. “You will not be alive in two months”, he said. That was October, 2012… 3 and a half years ago.

I went back after I came through the fires of hell, eight months later, and damn… I looked good! I was walking again and feeling good. I couldn’t wait to see how happy and surprised he would be. I had moved back to Colorado and I needed an oncologist for my ongoing immunotherapy infusions. I didn’t have a lot of choices… he ran the only clinic in town and that was a two-hour drive away. He was a cold fish and, as the conversation went on, I realized that he was irritated at my survival. My very existence was an affront to his ego… proof that he’d been wrong. Then he told me that I could not do my naturopathic protocol if I wanted to receive treatment from him. I said, “How the heck do you think I survived against all odds?” and walked out. I now drive an additional half hour each way to get my immunotherapy from an integrative oncologist.

Dr. Doomsday wasn’t necessarily wrong in his assumptions. I had tumors everywhere and there isn’t a doctor I’ve met that hasn’t shaken their head incredulously at my survival and recovery. I actually think I owe him a debt, possibly my life. See, he pissed me off when he tried to take away my hope. I thought to myself, “Oh, yeah? I’m not buying into that crap. This is not how my story will end. I’ll show YOU!” I’ll never know, but I wonder if he had not delivered such a dire prognosis in such extreme terms, if I would have simply and silently died?

The oncologist that worked to save me later admitted that she thought I had about two weeks left when she first saw me. The difference is that she didn’t tell me that until after I was NED… a day she never thought we’d see. She never told me how serious it was, just that we’d do what we could and encouraged me to hope and to fight and to do all the naturopathic things I wanted to.

I am relating this to you because doctors probably never will take that class on Bedside Manners. Doctors are a valuable tool in your toolbelt, but YOU are the master of your destiny. No one will ever care about your survival more than you. It is up to you to find out what they think, do the research, process it, and figure out what YOU think. Stay in touch with your body and your feelings and honor both. Your body is trying to heal from the toxins in our environment and the ones times we might put in to fight this disease. It is SOOO important to be loving and kind to your body… to detoxify and nourish it and support your immune system. Get in tune with your higher healing self. This is a voyage of self-discovery… embrace it. Surround yourself with loved ones that believe in you and get rid of energy vampires. And never, ever, ever let a doctor with bad bedside manners or anyone else snuff out your hope or belief in yourself. You got this…

At any given moment, you have the power to say,
this is not how the story is going to end.
— M.H.S. Pourri

– Cancer IS a Gift!

I believe that everything happens for a reason.
People change so that you can learn to let go,
things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right,
you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart
so better things can fall together.
― Marilyn Monroe

Some people say that cancer is a gift. Others respond vehemently that it most certainly is not a gift… that a gift is something you would give to someone else and that we wouldn’t wish this on anybody.

For me, cancer has been a gift. First of all, if I don’t see it that way, I can’t get through the day(s). This better damn well have some good come from it, right? So maybe I’m just rationalizing it. But my life view is that life is a gift and that every experience we have is to be savored and learned from… even, and perhaps especially, death.

It is so tempting to think that everything happens for a reason. I believe it does. That doesn’t necessarily mean that there is a mono-deity calling all the shots, planning every little thing. What it means to me is that when something happens to me, I’m going to MAKE it mean something. God helps those who help themselves, right? I’m going to learn whatever that experience offers. I’m going to make lemonade when life gives me lemons. And then it will be a good thing… I will have made it so.

One gift that cancer has given me is that I now know that I am a badass… with reservoirs of strength that I could never have imagined I had. Another gift is the revelation that more people than I could ever have possibly imagined love me… with an unbelievable intensity. And the knowledge that love is the most powerful force in the universe.

Perhaps the most important gift is that I have found my voice. All my life I just wanted to be understood. It’s what we all want, isn’t it? And through blogging and posting, I’ve been able to reason out and articulate my feelings so that I could understand myself and all of you have been so instrumental in that quest by providing your own insights, feedback, support, and love. Not only do I feel loved, I feel understood… for the first time in my life.

Perhaps the greatest test for whether I feel cancer is a gift came when a friend posed the question… “If you had the chance to go back to pre-diagnosis, and not have the cancer, certainly you’d choose that?” I was amazed as the realization dawned upon me and I answered, “No, I wouldn’t choose to not have had cancer”. Knowing what I know now and having made it through the darkness several times, I can’t imagine going back to the person that I was then. What a ditzy airhead that woman seems compared to me… the fire walker. I wouldn’t choose to go through it again (although, being stage 4, I most likely will go through it again). But I wouldn’t now choose a different path to be where I am now. I want to be who I am now. Even if it means I am dead soon. Crazy? Obviously, I’m not looking forward to the day that it comes back and the gates of hell open once more but, hey, denial has gotten me this far.

How about you? Imagine the worst thing that happened to you, even if it wasn’t cancer. How did it shape you? Do you appreciate the part of you that came out of the darkness? If not, maybe you didn’t learn the right lesson? Maybe this is a realization we can all apply to help us have no regrets. To help us accept and love who we are, warts and all, and to harvest the good out of every experience. I mean, we’re here now, why not make it count?

I’ve lived an amazingly wonderful life. And I’m kinda excited about what’s next. Because my healing journey has opened my eyes and heart to a spiritual awareness of the simultaneous permanence and impermanence of things. Life as we know it is impermanent but the atoms that combine in so many different ways to create the hologram of our perceived existence, are the same atoms that were created in the Big Bang and will recycle to create another hologram.

The only reason I am fighting so hard to buy some time in this incarnation is for my son. I’m not ready to stop nagging him yet. Hahahaa. No, seriously, my love for him will not die when I disincorporate but there is still so much love to lavish on him here. And how cool would it be to sing a grandchild to sleep in my arms? And how much cooler of a mother and a grandmother will I be because I’ve been on this journey with cancer?

I am deeply reminded that our life’s journey is a gift,
not a given, and that we can never truly know
how long the journey will last. All we can do is decide
how the journey unfolds

– Sonia Choquette


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