And HOPE is all I needed to take the next step in my healing journey.  Hope really was a big contributor to me being a cancer survivor. 

Hope is your wish or your desire with expectancy that it will come true.  So we always have hope.  Even when all the doctors thought I was going to die, a piece of me knew there was always hope.  Some times that piece that knew hope was buried so deep I couldn’t find it or feel it.  This is when I experienced the most pain and lonliness.  This is when I didn’t know if I could do it another day.

Then miraculously I would hear or feel the buried me again.  I felt the hope, the infinite possibilities available.  But as I brought those to light in the physical world, it always seemed ridiculous.  How did something so real seem so ridiculous when it examined from our physical perspective?  Looking for cancer support, I would share what I felt or heard or learned.  Some times I think they thought I was an alien.  Some times I think I thought I was an alien. 

This battle between the ME’s was challenging.  My intellectual mind told me one thing and then the inner knowing told me something different.  My heart told me one thing and the outside physical world told me something different.  What is real?  Who can I trust?