May 3, 2024

Practice faith
Mukanda Dawe

We are all storytellers. And sometimes the power of a story is in the timing of the telling as much as the content. Knowing when it’s right time. For a story is shaped by both. I can’t remember when I’ve let a story gestate for this long. And now, finally, it is right time for the telling. 

There are actually two stories. Both have been gestating for these past many months. And yes, many of you have noted that I haven’t been writing as much. No. I’ve been waiting. 

So let’s start with this story. And, spoiler alert, it has a happy ending.

It started in Ireland a year ago. For three months we assumed it was a urinary tract infection and treated it with four increasingly powerful courses of antibiotics. They didn’t work. It wasn’t an infection. In August I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Although the cancer wasn’t confirmed with a biopsy until December, as soon as the tumor was discovered I started an aggressive protocol of cannabinoid medicine, healings from my spiritual teacher and sacred sisters, and faith. My spiritual teacher counseled me to practice faith, and in that I found a deep knowing that this would be the story I would eventually share. Yes, it’s a grim diagnosis. But the story I now share with you is one of two blood tests for the presence of cancer, both showing no sign of cancer at all, and a pelvic scan from which the radiologist wrote that findings favor a positive treatment response and it is indeterminate if there is any residual viable tumor. 

Miracle? Some have used that word. As you might imagine, my doctors are amazed since I chose not to engage in the chemo, radiation, and surgical protocols that were assumed to be a foregone conclusion. But ‘miracle’ doesn’t land exactly right for me because it often implies something amazing happening rather out of the blue. And while this is amazing, I have claimed more agency in this healing journey than that word would suggest. Yes. I admit it’s been a rollercoaster ride and there were more than a few tough days. But now the story is one of healing. And faith. The story I’ve been waiting to share. A story I’ve only recently begun to share with my family and friends as cancer is a hair on fire diagnosis and I knew it was essential to keep the energies of fear and anxiety out of my field. 

Yes. I appreciate that this is a lot to share in one blog post. And while I have no intention that this will be, as they say, one and done, what I write about this cancer journey going forward will focus on the life affirming gifts and insights I’ve received. For there have been many. 

And that brings me to the second story, one that has also been emerging in these last months and which is also life affirming. It’s the bigger story. While the vision and knowing of it continues to become clear, it’s right time to begin sharing this story as well.

Even in my darker days, there was a blinding light of clarity about my sacred purpose, my life purpose. The focus and intention of my spiritual journey were both affirmed and amplified. It was the greatest gift and insight I would receive and I hold such deep gratitude that with this healing I am able to fully embrace this amplification. 

I’ve written a bit in past blog posts about the shifts and changes in the sacred work and gatherings in Ireland. Now the power and potency of those experiences has increased exponentially. The sacred ceremony with my spiritual teacher at the Ancestral Wisdom Portal at the cottage just weeks ago was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. I’m still vibrating. I’m still processing and integrating. The nature of the energy in Ireland is unfolding in power and beauty and harmony as never before. And there is now an amazing sacred sisterhood forging a brilliant and global light with this energy. 

Now, after this time of waiting and with the inspiration of faith, I’m excited to share more in future blog posts.

Beannacht,
Judith