What allows one to heal from the wicked thing called cancer? Sitting under a lotus tree in Bhutan? a magic pill from a shaman? kale? genetics? or something else?
I am always asked what I did that was so unique, so mysterious, that I survived a lethal dose of cancer, the silent killer as ovarian cancer is often called.
I didn’t do anything except follow directions from my oncologist. That’s it.
I have thought about this, obsessed about this, beyond the beyond. It was very helpful to have an excellent psychologist who worked closely with me to define my relationship to my own cancer. And the workshops I took with Dr. Rachel Remen further refined that understanding. I was blessed with significant trust in my clinicians and a magnificent A-team of friends and family and so many angels that embraced me. I have pondered the power of courage, strength, acceptance, grace, good luck, resolve, bravery, persistence, love. I came to realize that, for me, the opening of my heart to new loves and old brought forth an attitude of blessed gratitude that I had never known before.
When I read the stories written by cancer survivors on this website, I see the universality of the attitude of gratitude in the process of healing.
And in closing my website, I dedicate my work to my sister Linda, to the cancer patients with whom I have walked the walk, to the endless mentors who appeared so magically to give me the lessons I so needed to learn, to my son Steven and his amazing family, to my love of my life David, to the people who have supported the work of Nancy’s List and Nancy’s Club, and to the San Francisco Bay Area community who held my hand and my heart through my mysterious and magical journey.
And now for more essays from wise men and women who continue to inspire and bless me. May they do the same for you.
With immense gratitude …