Freedom from…

Instantánea 1 (26-10-2017 13-39)…Take your pick these days : Freedom from opression, freedom from harassment, freedom from this, freedom from that – the list is endless.

In my case it’s freedom from too much thinking, as I contemplate what indeed I am going to write in this post.  As always, the muse is never far away – “Freedom from hesitation?”, comes the whimsical whispering of my sub-conscious, and we are off….the pen and I that is….

In my last post I indicated that future postings would be focussing on the ‘everyday living’, as opposed to the ‘everyday living with cancer.’  But since it’s October 25th, and the 16th anniversary of my diagnosis – a quick update on my current state of wellbeing.

The best news is that the enlarged tumour on my neck which I never seem to get around to mentioning, is in fact shrinking by the day.  A few months ago I decided that every time I touched it, I would make an affirmation that it is getting smaller-et voila! – so it is!  I’m more lax with my regime on account of the monthly injections of fulvestrant and the twice weekly laetrile shots.  Added to that now is a return to eating a leaf of Kalanchoe diagremontiana plant everyday (see my post  ‘Catching up and Kalanchoe medicinal plants for cancer’ – https;//….IMG_0978

and 30mg of melatonin every night which takes me deep into slumberland…(No prophetic dreams to report that I can remember.)  I’m still on the daily coffee enemas and ultra healthy diet, a handful of the usual supplements, and a good dose of  ‘alittlebitofwhatIfancy’, now and again, and there we have it…..a reminder that there is no ‘one way’ to cure cancer.  We each must bravely ride on through the many peaks and valleys of our own destiny – calling down the gods with the battlecry of ‘FREEDOM FROM CANCER’……(I can hear the voice of my dear departed mother now saying….’don’t get too carried away Pauline’)….but you know what – these are the times when doors are opening and truth is spilling out all over the planet….So claim yours I say….scream out with the wonder of it all…..the wonder of nature and faith and all things beautiful….Life is too short, and all around us bodies are being crushed……BUT – spirits live on, so let your voice be heard and tell your story!!!

Speaking of riding…a few weeks ago I fulfilled a promise to myself to gallop along the seafront on a horse, and voila – I did!  What an unbelievable achievement that was – a giant white horse at that – Molly!  It’s been a good 10 years since I’ve ridden, and my body was stiff for days, but that feeling of flying through the air, and holding on for dear life, sceaming ‘go Molly go!’ filled my spirit with the stuff of magic, miracles, and possibilities….I was taken back to my 11 year old self who went every Saturday to take care of a giant white horse called Lady, and you know what – I never got to actually ride her, so shy I was to ask.  I meekly mucked out her stable in exchange for a few coppers to pay for future riding lessons elsewhere….FINALLY – 55 years later I was riding a beautiful white horse through the winds of all my past fears and failings!!!


I am the heroine of my own story…

…And like magic my story takes me back as always to Javier.

 Barcelona,                                                                                                                           Catalonia, Spain,                                                                                                               September 2017                                                                                                      

Just as I was thinking I had escaped the heat of the summer, returning to Barcelona in September, proved not to be the case.  Here in Catalonia, heat is the order of the day….both that from the sun, and dare I speak about it – that of the accelerating political crisis.  I missed out on the immediate aftermath of the vote on Brexit, having just left for Italy last year, and thankfully was absent for the recent terrorist attack at Las Ramblas.   I´m not able to vote in Spain,  but I have a deep attachment to the country, obviously with my relationship to Javier, spanning some 47 years.  I can still recall arriving in Plaza Catalunya in the 1970’s during Franco’s regime;  and at 18 years of age heading for the island of Ibiza.  Life was an adventure…that much I knew.

Having travelled all my life – living in 6 different countries, it has become clear to me that I am in fact – in my heart – a citizen of the world – as indeed are we all in reality – borders and walls apart.  With so much unrest in the world, I consider myself lucky to be alive, and with that, determined to fulfil whatever it is that destiny has in store.  It´s healing that my heart has been praying for these past 16 years, but more than ever, I feel that these prayers are not just for my mind, body, and spirit but for that of mother earth with all of our minds, bodies, and spirits living on it!

I’ve been reluctant to write, since my return to Spain, electing instead to enjoy the being in that ‘liminal’ world of ‘betwixt and between’.  As always I’m grateful  to find Javier in good spirits especially after his summer in Asturias.  Talk of the ‘crisis’, is everywhere, and the ‘noise’ around me is something I learn to adapt too, after so much silence.  What soothes my soul though is watching the elderly in the shadows of the ever-expanding  temple of Sagrada Familia –  a reminder of so much of my ‘Spanish life’.  Seeking out the greener areas, it’s the birdsong, and familiar flapping of wings, that keeps me connected to nature, and before long we are on the road again.

Another trip to the Delta del Ebro, where, nestled amidst the renowned bird sanctuary, Shumei’s Natural Agriculture rice project, partnered with Rietvell Organics, is in it’s second year.IMG_0912
Together with Hiro Yamazoe from London’s Shumei center we could document the harvest, on a beautiful sunny day, and momentarily forget the troubles in the world.Instantánea 1 (19-10-2017 16-26)IMG_0966Shumei Rice 2017 - copia

Returning to Barcelona, roads were being closed and manifestations continued……Amidst the furor I managed to meet with my good friend, the writer Valerie Collins.  Having  been born English, and Jewish, at that, then marrying into Catalan society at an early age I value her experience and we spend hours discussing the political situation.  I’m certainly in no position to take sides on the debate, but the conversation inevitably weaves in and out through the personal experiences that impact our lives, and how that inevitably influences our writing. In this way, we are able to glean gems of who we are now and what indeed is our role here on planet earth.

For myself then, I told her that I was unsure of what I should be disclosing in my writing.  I had hinted at this in my last post, feeling less and less inclined to talk about cancer, which was the whole reason I had started blogging in the first place – to invite dialogue and share knowledge on the subject.  As we now have the wonderful forum ‘CANCERUCAN’ on Facebook, I feel confident that there is indeed a wealth of information and true emotional support for anyone seeking help.  More and more I want to concentrate on the plethora of visual images I have been video-taping over the years…and on that note I wish us all well xxx 

Let us have the vision to see, the faith to believe, and the courage to do!

Time to be who you really are.

February 27th 2017

Well – here we go again…..the first blog of 2017!

It was good to wake up this morning and feel that a fog had lifted.  After remembering a surprising dream, I hurried along with the usual morning ritual before hitting the streets to spend time in the local cafe where I tend to be able to summon the muse.  Perhaps today I could actually get on with another blog post.

It’s a sunny day here in Barcelona, and after several weeks of low energy and albeit hibernation from social activity, perhaps the extra ‘floradix‘ iron supplement has finally kicked in and is boosting my creative juices.

The plan is to jump on a bike and cycle to my destination, but since the local Humana, charity shop is having a 2 Euro sale – a quick detour and I’m in!  Just a hurried look- see as I don’t want to lose the memory of last night’s dream.  My focus is soon diverted however when a beautiful little African child, knee high to me catches my attention.  With an enormous bright smile, she motions at me to ‘shhhhhhh’, as she takes cover under a rack of clothes.  It doesn’t take long to locate the mother, laden down with another baby straddling her hips, one eye on the clothes and the other on her little daughter’s whereabouts.  Spotting a tentative bargain I lift it from the rail, TIME TO BE WHO YOU REALLY ARE ‘ states the message boldly imprinted on the front.  Since I’m not one to wear slogans I take it then as a personal message from the gods óf humana……That’s just how my mind works as we well know!

Mmmmmmmmm…..Just who am I then?

We’ll hold that thought for a deeper excavation as by this time the little girl has found someone to play hide and seek with – Me.  And that’s a big part of who I am….the child at heart!  I play the ‘hide and seek’ game for a while wishing I had a camera to record the delight on her face, but I really do need to get on and write.   Giving her the usual ‘bye bye’, accompanied by the universal hand gesture,  I make for the door.  But no….she’s intent on following her new found friend and before I know it she is running towards me, having taken a half-sucked sweetie out of her mouth,  reaching out to give it to me….no doubt in a bid to make me stay. ´Oh my God´, – in an instant my heart is so touched by this innocent gesture, and the willingness to part with her precious candy,  I fight to keep back the tears.  Hopefully she can understand my refusal, and with another universal gesture of blowing kisses,  we part.  Our paths will probably never ever cross again, but meeting this little stranger has lifted me way high!

The truth is my attention has been on so many causes this year since the ‘unmentionable’ took power in America.  But waking up this morning I feel a new me arising, determined to take some of that power back!  God knows what that little girl’s story is but she is a human with obvious joy in her heart, and more than ever I feel just how fleeting this life is – and YES it is time to be who we really are loving humans without hatred and walls.  That in itself is enough for any lifespan on our precious earth.   But since I’ve always aspired to the impossible, deep inside I know there is more to contribute…..more to share.

“On yer bike then!”, and that little inner voice spurs me on to remember last night’s dream!

Well OK…..but I have to set the scene first.

It’s February 27th, the day after the Academy Awards, always an emotional time for me – long story – but I gate-crashed the Academy Awards governor’s ball the year ‘Rocky’ won best picture -1977.  As a budding actress at that time, studying at the Lee Strasberg theatre institute with fellow thespians, we were all inspired by that film and it´s hero.  Who knows what I was expecting to achieve crashing the oscars like that, except I had my sights set on meeting Warren Beatty.  It seems like a million years ago now but at the time I had been captivated by his image playing Clyde Barrow in ´Bonnie and Clyde´….well alright I had a mad crush on the guy, and heard he was to make the film Heaven Can Wait.  Julie Christie got that part  (I was too young at the time to even be considered – go figure!)  but bottom line is I did achieve the goal of meeting him that night and a few years later I was to work with him on Bugsy.  Thinking back now to my time in Hollywood….everything seemed possible, and for a while at least I lived and breathed in the real La La Land, never thinking for one minute that my dream would not come true !

But here’s what’s interesting – the dream I had in the early hours of February 27th, found me back at the ‘Governor’s ball’, this year 2017, that’s 40 years later – and with no other than Emma Stone, the young actress who won an Oscar for her role in ‘La La Land’.  In the dream, for some odd reason the barman was refusing to serve her and so I shared my glass of water with her, whilst rattling on about ‘once upon a time in the long ago ‘La LaLand’ of my reality before she was even born.

It was a short dream, but given my history, it left me once again pondering  its significance.  Possibly none at all!  But then the plot thickens – I was awake around 5 am that morning unable to sleep so I tuned my computer in to the ‘Oscars’ live feed in the  Emma Stone had just won the best actress award, no big surprise there although I was kind of hoping to see what Meryl had to say were she the winner.  Every few minutes there was a written update on the next award, so it was exciting to think that even though I could not see it live, it was all happening at that very moment.  I hadn’t been expecting to see Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway announcing the winner for the best film, and since the live feed took a while to actually load the video of what happened next, I was kind of lost in the reality of how the years had chiselled Mr. Beatty, now in his 80’s, and me a senior citizen.

Since I had given so much of my youth’s energy to that time in Hollywood it should be no surprise that I continue to have these kind of dreams.  The deeper excavation tells me that they come to remind me of my ability to BELIEVE.  That I can use that same power of my mind to stop the growth of tumours in my body, and ‘switch off the cancer’.    A few days later I had two dreams back to back wherein ash appeared to me. It didn’t dawn on me until last week that we are in the season of Lent, symbolised by ash and signifying the need to give something up.  No guesses then as to what I’m choosing to let go of!

Well, that´s something.  I was almost to the end of the blog and hadn´t mentioned the ´c’ word once!

Since we’re on the subject then let me fast forward here now, almost 2 weeks later and I am back in the UK.  And yes….the amazing sunsets from my window, and constant activity of birds in flight.  There’s lots of time for silent reflection on ‘who am I now….and what indeed is my next mission – should I choose to accept.


Let me use the example of what happened to Anita Moorjani, author of Dying to be me.  I had known of her story for years but it wasn’t until recently with so many of my own circle of friends talking about the possibility of death, that I found myself ordering the book and watching her many talks on YouTube.  In  2006, Anita’s prognosis was very grave, and with a body full of tumours, some as big as lemons, she slipped into a coma and was given days to live.  During this time she was aware of everything happening around and beyond the physical.  Four days later she was to come out of the coma and the doctors could find no trace of cancer.  Anita’s life was completely changed and she has gone on to inspire others in telling of her experiences.Over the years  I have heard of many such experiences, and in the early years of my diagnosis I was so determined to find that complete cure.  With the passing of time and circumstances, I allowed myself to be content with the fact that I was ‘living with cancer’, after sixteen years of dealing with it, when so many I know have died with it. One only has to read my book, and subsequentially these posts to see that I have actually been doing a whole lot of living, despite the prognosis.  Perhaps it was time now to fly a little higher with my expectations.

Taking time to read Anita’s inspiring story has re-awakened something in me.  Reading the introduction by the wonderful Wayne Dwyer, triggered a memory I had of meeting him on a sandy beach in Florida, shortly after his first book ‘Your Erroneous Zones’, hit the best seller list over 40years ago.  I say ‘meeting him’, but in actual fact, our beach towels were less than a stone’s throw away, but I was too shy to introduce myself that day.  His death in 2015 was a sad loss as his work has inspired so many – but reading the account of how he came across Anita’s story is a testament to the fact that we are all indeed connected, and I can only believe that his work continues with others in the realms beyond.

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.  Wayne Dyer

And so………………having had this time of hibernation I feel a new sense of possibility arising.   My iron levels have improved drastically – from 74 to 126 so I am harnessing new energy.  Last night’s dream brought a little yellow bird that flew around only to land in a vase of water. It’s little head was submerged, and when I managed to rescue it, seemed completely lifeless.  Holding it in the palms of my hands I refused to believe it had died, and kept stroking it gently until a puff sound echoed from it’s tiny chest and life lifted it up again, to fly around the room.  Tiny multi-coloured feathers were hailing down around me. I ran to get some sunflower seeds and water to keep it nurtured, but then I awoke.  Some dreams really do inspire and I am so happy that lately I am back in that realm again – the realm where even the impossible is possible!

On that note – I shall turn my mind to projects on the near horizon.  The little African girl’s smile comes back to remind me that in May in Crestone Colorado, I am helping my sister to exhibit her amazing art – a collection of indigenous children – whose time has come to shine forth.

And for me another short visit back to the Oasis of Hope hospital in Mexico to get the dendritic cell vaccine .  More on all that later.


With so much uncertainty in the world, these are trying times for all of us.  No matter what our circumstances, it is so important to nurture new life that we can believe in! We are all connected after all, and there’s so much living and loving yet to be done!                                                                            As above, So below………

The Holly and the Starfish:


Yes I know we usually think of the ´holly and the ivy´ at this time of year, but having had two dreams pretty much back to back this week, I feel the need to delve deeper into the meaning.
Before I do however – a quick ‘catch-up’.
When last I wrote in September, I was heading back to Barcelona. With Javier being such a big part of my life, this ‘to-ing and fro-ing’, is what I do….Travel, it seems is destined to be on my agenda and as long as I am able, long may it continue. Following his operation this summer he too is facing the usual challenges when it comes to accepting that our bodies are not quite what they used to be, but the good news is that we can grow the brain! We have known each other since we were eighteen years old, when life was full of exciting expectations. Our destinies took us far away from each other, and perhaps that is why now, in our silver years we can look back and appreciate God’s wisdom. It wasn’t always that way, at least not for me, having spent great periods of my life yearning for what I once thought lost. Being the actress, albeit once upon a time, life’s dramas were all part of the grand plan……..(Okay – I’ll stop here as I’ve detailed those times quite sufficiently in And So We Heal.)
Bottom line…..I am no longer yearning for lost love, and am grateful beyond measure…..How´s that for a positive theme to this blog!img_0178
Time for a new chapter!
Back in Barcelona, I was indeed determined to keep the outlook positive. Following on from my Italian journey, I was eager to continue enjoying the ‘living’ as opposed to feeding the ‘worrying.’ Barcelona is such a popular destination with tourists that avoiding them takes effort, so too learning how to defy the callings from the endless bakeries. We are on the doorstep of the amazing SAGRADA FAMILIA, and on any given day one can witness pretty much representatives from all around the globe, so I feel more of a connection to humanity here. It´s a big shift from my more reflective life in the UK with a window on the powerful Irish sea.img_0149

In Barcelona, luckily I have a membership for the local ‘Bicing’ which includes use of electric bikes as well as pedal bikes, so navigating this busy city is made that much more pleasant. In the UK my daily routine includes riding my bike along the promenade. (It’s pretty much overtaken my obsession with the re-bounder, and all beneficial for the lymphedema.) Yes – I still continue with the compression stockings, and no word regarding the possible microsurgery I talked about in the last blog. To tell you the truth, my focus has been on other things, and since I am ‘managing’, I assume that when the time is right a better solution will appear. Needless to say the shock of the USA elections took precedence for a while, just as Brexit did. I am still holding hope that both results are a temporary bleep on the world´s political stage and that common sense and goodness will win in the end! There is only so much suffering that one can bear witness too, and my heart these days is holding so much empathy for the people of Aleppo. Humanities attrocities are endless…I can but pray!

And so……Soon after arriving back in Spain, up came the prospect of driving to the Delta D’Elebro, to document the Shumei EU Natural Agriculture rice project being harvested. Javier and I had been instrumental in finding the perfect place and partnership in Rietvell – Fortunately we were feeling well enough to spend a few days in this beautiful area which is much prized for it’s nature reserves and bird life. Meeting the director, Juan Carlos Riera and hearing a little of the history of the land, and the fact that Rietvell is partners with the worldwide organisation of SEO/Birdlife (, made them the perfect match for Shumei’s first Natural Agriculture project in Spain.img_0095
Ironically, having been on a carbohydrate restricted diet since Mexico, one of my favourite foods ‘brown rice’, had become a luxury where once it had been an almost daily addition. Little by little I have been enjoying anew a steaming hot bowl of brown rice, chewing it with gusto and gratitude. Indeed there is an effective macrobiotic cancer diet that uses this world-wide staple, and even though the world seems to be on an anti-grain kick at the moment, I personally am welcoming it back to my table. Rietvell’s organic rice has a wonderful nutty flavour, and I can only hope that Shumei’s crop which did not use any form of fertilizer will prove to be as tasty. (Watch this space)
As fate would have it I found a great deal on a small camcorder to replace the others that have bitten the dust, and my passion for documenting life’s happenings was re-newed.img_4267img_4258img_4159

Returning back to the UK, I forgot to mark October 25th as a landmark 15 years since my cancer diagnosis and that’s a positive thing, signalling that I have other things on my mind and cancer is not the main focus.
Indeed, my creativity has enjoyed a revival and I find myself painting again, including the much loved ‘touchstones’, and angels. DCIM101MEDIA

So too my ability to document a growing fascination with the bird population that bring a daily entertainment to my room with a view. It’s not just the birds. All manner of things pass by ….Dogs especially delight in their walks and runs along the sand; horses from the nearby stables gallup by, and at least once every few days the sound of a flying machine has me running to grab my camera to capture the unbelievable sight of a man high up in the skies, sail billowing and engine propelling him along the shore. All these wonders nurture a continual gratitude for each new day that I am given. And Javier is just the ‘touch of a button’ away with Skype or Google Hangout , so time away from each other is manageable, proving that absense makes the heart grow fonder.
Even the usual three month visit to see my oncologist no longer fills me with dread as I can appreciate the journey and all the people I meet along the way. Since changing oncologists – I am now assigned to Clatterbridge cancer centre which entails a beautiful ride into the countryside. Ironically, it is here that I was diagnosed all those years ago. There were choices to be made then, and I don’t regret choosing not to go the orthodox route, to follow the signs along a road less travelled. Let’s face it, I am a free spirit at heart, and it is my spirit not my physical body that brings me a peace that passeth all understanding. My regime is much the same as before with the addition of laetrile B17, once again,thanks to a friend shipping it from the USA, – with a hefty duty to pay to HMS customs I might add. I have however stopped the Low dose naltrexone – LDN as the liquid version was hurting my teeth and come to find out it has sweetener in it. I still continue with a good sized leaf of kalanchoe which I have written about in past blogs. I have been cultivating little babies of this amazing plant for 2 years now, and am just starting to make poultices with it.img_0091
My latest blood tests show that my hemoglobin is low, with my iron at 3….where the norm is 4.5- 6.5……………I was a little suspicious at first since on asking for a copy of my bloods I was sent home with someone else’s results, which had I not been scouring intently I may have not realised. A reminder to keep vigilant on these things………..The medical profession are not Gods, and are highly overstressed with patient overflow….Appologies were sent and investigations did reveal that YES my iron is low and a supplement is forthcoming – meanwhile I am upping the spinach and beets and all the other dietary alternatives to red meat. Folic acid is back on the menu……And that’s about it!
Well not quite – The Holly and the Starfish?
Oh yes…..almost forgot. Having dreamt that whilst I was holding two long stalks of holly, I was suddenly aware of a large crowd approaching. In one moment they passed me by almost pinning me to a wall. The next image was of the holly lying on the floor with the stalks crushed, but the holly leaves still intact. So… is my inquisitive nature I googled about and found the following :
Dreaming of Holly means you should be mindful of what is troubling you, and picking holly in your dreams means you will have a long life.
Celtic Holly Meaning: Just as the oak attracts lightning, holly repels lightning. It was often planted around homes for protection from lightning, and for this reason it is viewed as a symbol for protection. The ancient Celts would bring holly into their homes for their bright, cheerful disposition. They were also considered a symbol of good luck. Interestingly, science has actually discovered the distinct leaf-shape of the holly acts as a natural repellent for lightning energy, making the holly’s protective significance more than just lore. Holly leaves are very prickly, and deemed another metaphor for protection, vigilance, and stubborn victories won. When you are feeling the walls cave in on you, call upon the holly. Invoke its protective qualities and you will soon find you no longer need be on the defensive. The holly will protect and bolster you to victory.
Let your beauty shine within even in times of dormancy. Rule the day, and let your generosity be your legacy The energy of life is ever-present!
Others believe holly leaves to represent the thorns of Jesus’s crown and the berries to represent his blood.
Tree Magick
by Gillian Kemp
Like the Evergreen Holly tree, or “holy tree” you have divine talents at the root and heart of your being. Your whole world can grow “evergreen” from it. Like the berries or the smooth or prickly leaves on a male of female tree, your life will take shape around its essential nature. The thorny leaves and red berries represent suffering. When the fruits are discovered by patience, what is possibly a test now will prove a credit to you. This is a fresh start, a second chance, or time of renewal and permanence, promising a fortified heart and a happier life.

Phew………a lot to take in but Hallelujah to all that and so much for a short blog…….And more….
A few days later I am awakened with the image of a starfish….Just that a single image jolting me awake as if to say – TAKE NOTE!……
And so I did : In cultural myth and legend, starfish meaning ranges from symbolism of love to superior strength. These creatures have been mesmerizing sea farers and beach combers for as long as they’ve graced the oceans. It’s no wonder. How cool to witness a star in the sea, reminding us of that awesome phrase by alchemist and philosopher, Hermes Trismegistus. He said: “As above, so below.” This is a metaphysical concept. He’s saying that what happens on an energetic, cosmic level – that action is mimicked on a mundane/earthy level. The concept of “law of attraction” illustrates this. What happens in the mind (‘above’ or energetic realm) is manifested in the physical (‘below’ or earthly realm).
So, in my way of thinking, the starfish is a great representative for this concept. They are the stars below, mimicking the stars above. Their remarkable ability to sense, move, regenerate – all that good stuff is available to us humans on earth. The starfish’s ability to re-grow their bits and pieces is also symbolic of healing and renewal. This also ties in with water symbolism. Water is symbolic of healing, purification, cleansing. Water is also symbolic of emotion and intuition which ties in with the starfish meaning of sensory perception.
In terms of healing, the starfish can be a grand ally in your journey of renewal. If you’re struggling with emotional or health challenges… If the starfish can heal and re-grow…so can we as humans. Our regeneration might look a little different. But, through neuro-network patterns (retraining pathways in the brain) we can certainly regenerate new avenues thought that facilitate healing.
Am I saying we can re-grow an arm if we lose one like the starfish can? Well..that’s a stretch. But I will say we can regenerate our attitudes, our beliefs, our mind-sets. We can grow knew limbs of thought that take us to higher levels of experience. We can lop off parts of our belief systems that no longer serve us. We can replace these phantom limbs with higher-minded ideals. We can cut off our bad habits, and regenerate good ones. You get my point.

Starfish Meaning in Myth and Legend
In Christian symbolism the starfish represents the Virgin Mary (Stella Maris which means Star of the Sea) who lovingly creates safe travel over troubled waters and is also seen as an emblem of salvation during trying times. The star as well as the starfish are seen as celestial symbols and as such, they represent infinite divine love. In addition to love, the starfish also holds characteristics such as guidance, vigilance, inspiration, brilliance and intuition.
In Roman mythology, the starfish is a symbol of the love goddess Venus. She was born from the foaming tides of the Adriatic sea. Some paintings depict her with a shell in her hand – others with a starfish. Venus shares a connection with the starfish because she is a sensory goddess, and so too is the starfish. Like the waters she is born from, Venus is a goddess of feeling and emotion. She is also a goddess who governs tactile, physical attributes. The five-pointed starfish is a symbol of two arms, two legs and the top limb as the head (think Vitruvian man). Venus and the starfish make a symbolic duo of love, sensitivity, emotion, and physical wholeness.
Tsimshian is an order of Native Americans who hail from the Northwest Coast of North America. This order is comprised of Tlingit and Haida, of which are divided into two factions: Ravens and Eagles, respectively. Within the Haida-Eagle faction, there is a sub-clan. The starfish clan. In fact, starfish are sometimes carved into Haida totem poles to mark the lineage of this branch. Haida picked the starfish as an emblem because they observed it to be super-strong. Its ability to crack into a mussel shell proved great strength. Haida also connected longevity with starfish meaning. They observed the starfish ability to regenerate, and deemed the starfish to be immortal.
Many of you might be familiar with the story of an old man coming to the starfish’s rescue. He encountered countless starfish stranded on the beach. He tirelessly set to work, tossing each one back into the sea. A young man saw this guy flailing about, trying to save all the starfish, and said: “Hey, old geezer…what’s the point? You can’t possibly save them all!” To which the old man responded, “Maybe not. But I can save this one, and that makes all the difference.”

Gosh…………………..These two dreams really cracked my consciousness open.
With it being the Christmas season….nice to feel a sense of protection. Jesus and Mary, showing up is a comforting thought. I was born a christian, and embrace all manner of good faiths – knowing my life and light has been enriched in so many ways by doing so……
May we all then embrace this season with a fortified heart envisioning a happier life for all the world’s brothers and sisters. See you soon for that bright New Year!

Living Beyond Fear – Part 3

OK… we are with Part 3 of Living Beyond Fear – The Italian Job:

The day after the Shumei gathering in Florence, we were invited to visit the Montalbano olive oil press, with another sumptious lunch. There was to be a dinner also up at Antonella Rastrelli’s wonderful Midolla olive grove but since I had already been there previously, I had to pass.
It was time for the next leg of my journey – a long awaited visit to my American friend Michelle. Two more shortish’ train journeys through the mesmerizing landscape of Tuscany, and Umbria here we come!
And there they were waiting for me outside the station at Arezzo (Famed for the wonderful film – It’s a Beautiful Life). The whole family-Michelle and her 2 dog-buddies- Sofie and Sailor. Such a welcome sight!



Michelle and I go way back to our time in Hollywood – and Italy has been her home for over ten years now. In less than an hour we are arriving at her wonderful abode. I always marvel at what she has done – having seen the original bare canvas of an old barn- I am astonished at the sheer accomplishment of her dreams.



In 2009 I came here to put the finishing touches to my book ‘And So We Heal’. huawei-090
Having written many screenplays in her time Michelle’s input was a blessing. The cover of the book was an offspring of that visit, when a postcard of Boticelli’s ‘Birth of Venus’, fell onto my desk as I was ‘cutting and pasting’. Trying to decided on a cover, was haunting my every day, and ‘voila’ there it was – serendipity having landed it directly on top of the photo of my own naked self ‘ minus a few body parts.img_20160927_175501
At the end of that book I was happy to be considered ‘cancer free’ – at least that is what the ECT machine had said when the bell went off. Oh were life that simple! I was already eight years in on the journey, and true I had survived thus far where so many had not. The reality was – there was just no ‘one way’ – to chemo or not to chemo?, to believe in an alternative way or not to believe? – these were the questions and unfortunately I did not have the answers. The journey then would indeed continue, and rather than embark on another book I had started a blog designed to help others share their experiences.
So seven years later – here I was again – with a different set of circumstances – and with a renewed determination to once more overcome. The shock of ´Brexit´, was still very much on my mind, but there was no ignoring the ´leg´. I needed to follow up with my research and contact the two micro surgeons Professors Campisi and Gennaro. The reality however was that it was so darn hot and oppressive that my body cried out to just rest, and with Michelle´s guest room affording such a splendid view and the bed so very comfortable, I followed orders and let my body and mind relax. Well, as much as the mind could that is with the daily news reminder of what was happening in the UK post Brexit……and of course the comedy of errors happening in the USA.
A chest infection was a cause of worry for a few days but inhaling steamed eucalyptus took care of that. Before leaving the UK I had set up a consultation with Professor Corradino Campisi in Genoa, having found a blog by two American ladies who had done the microsurgery. I knew that the potential cost of the treatment was out of my range but I needed a proper evaluation and research showed his expert competence in the field. Between googling the latest news on the Brexit fiasco I kept googling ‘lymphoedema’ and potential treatments available to me. Serendipity lead me to a forum with ‘healthunlocked’, and with that I came came across another microsurgeon – Professor Paolo Gennaro based in Siena –
Siena – it came with a whisper…..and then I remembered – St. Catherine of Siena – of course, how could I have forgotten? Years ago now, Siena had been on my list of places to visit in Italy because I had been born in a hospital named after her, in Birkenhead. It was at St. Catherine’s hospital 50 years after my birth that I would return to have holistic healing for the breast cancer. Come to find out that not only was she patron saint of Italy, proclaimed for her work with the sick, but she had been proclaimed co-patron of Europe. I cancelled my appointment with Campisi and proceeded to make plans to visit Siena determined to meet Gennaro. His practice is housed in the hospital of ‘Santa Maria alle Scotte,’ and the best news is that he will see me free of consultation fees.
And this is how I always seem to make my decisions. Is it intuition or some mystical connection to the past? – I don’t have clear answers but I have feelings that go beyond earthly explanations, and when in the writing of this third part, I decide to once again refresh my memory of St. Catherine, I find a book entitled ‘Set Aside Every fear’: Love and Trust in the Spirituality of Catherine of Siena. Aha! No coincidence then that I happen to be writing about living beyond fear… Catherine resisted the accepted course of marriage and motherhood, on the one hand, or a nun’s veil, on the other. She chose to live an active and prayerful life outside a convent’s walls following the model of the Dominicans.[9]Eventually her father gave up and permitted her to live as she pleased. Catherine ranks high among the mystics and spiritual writers of the Church.[8] She remains a greatly respected figure for her spiritual writings, and political boldness to “speak truth to power”— it being exceptional for a woman, in her time period, to have had such influence in politics and on world history. In 1367 she began working tirelessly to help the sick at the hospital of Santa Maria della Scala.
I was planning to take the train to Siena but Michelle insisted on driving me so we decide to make a day of it. I had mistakenly thought that there were some works of art in the hospital but the truth was that the whole complex is so enormous that just navigating the corridors to meet up with Professor Gennaro took more time than anticipated. Having seen him interviewed on Youtube-, I knew what to expect, and luckily he spoke English. I was hoping that he could perform a lymphiscintigraphy, or better still the Indocyathine green test which I believe is less invasive, which determines if microsurgery is a suitable option. But it was not going to be that easy. He suggested that I have another scan to see the condition of my veins and then we could hopefully start the necessary paperwork if he was going to be able to treat me under the EU guidelines – meantime he suggested that compression stockings would help a lot. I would take his suggestions to my oncologist and get the ball rolling before Brexit really did mean Brexit!
Before heading back to Umbria, Michelle suggested we at least get a little sight-seeing in and I am grateful we could manage a ride up into the old town. huawei-086Siena is a really beautiful city, and I envisioned myself coming back at some point and getting my leg fixed – “with the ghost of Santa Caterina to watch over me please.”huawei-024
So….I put ‘Lymphatic Venous Anastomosis‘, as it is officially called, on the wish list; and decide to prolong my stay in order to attend the Umbrian Film Festival. Michelle had been telling me about it for years but my visits never quite co-incided. And, since this time was all about trying to enjoy the ‘living’ part of ‘living with cancer’, I was excited to be able to attend an event that focussed on one of my all time favourite topics – film.
Sitting outside in the piazza of the small medieval village of Montone watching films, and getting to hear how the film makers had brought their projects into completion, was very inspiring, bringing back long ago dreams dreamt in Hollywood – a million miles away now – but still indelibly etched inside this creative mind of mine. For a few hours at least I could take my mind off what was happening to my body and instead appreciate how this art form can elevate spirit.huawei-053
Time passed all too quickly but as always, Italy proved to strengthen my resolve in so many ways. Despite the heat and the demands of making such a journey, I am blessed to have a good friend in Michelle, and don’t get me started on the unconditional love that emanates from her beloved dogs – just wish they all lived a little closer.


Luckily I found a direct flight from Pisa to Liverpool, but still necessitating an early morning drive into Arezzo, a train into Florence and a bus to Pisa airport. And as a reward – you got it – another gelato vegano, and what the heck – a slice of pizza. I mean come on – is it really ‘living’ to come all the way to Italy and not indulge in a piece of pizza? huawei-080
Back in the UK – a bus, two more trains and another cobbledy walk from the station home, since not a taxi in sight – see what I mean about the ‘demands’of the journey? I’m not complaining, just trying to get the point across that the human resolve is as good as it’s power to imagine that all things are possible.
A few days rest with my legs up and I was good to go – time to see my oncologist and get the necessary scans done.

Luckily, the scans showed no evidence of excessive pizza on the brain or other extremeties, and all traces of gelato vegano have disappeared.

Seriously though – the scans are still showing that everything is stable – no venous blockages, so I can go ahead and try to get a green-light for the micro-surgery somehow, some day, and God only knows somewhere. In the meantime the long awaited appointment with the lymphoedema clinic came through and I am the proud wearer of support stockings. Apart from feeling like I am going into battle everytime I pull these stiff protective garments onto my legs, they are not too unbearable especially now that the weather is cooling. I am under orders to massage strategic points on my body to aid with the lymph flow, and thanks to the loan of my sister’s bike I am flying like the wind on the good days and resting sensibly on the others, having recently added LDN Low dose Naltrexone to my regime, and I am blessed with a summer of amazing sunsets from my window.img_20160829_200916

Who knows how long it will take to get this leg of mine fixed…..but in the meantime I am living as fearlessly as I can. Alongside my computer I find the smooth stone that I collected on that steep sojurn to to Villa Viviani. At the time I chose it because of it’s smoothness – something to touch, to remind me just how fortunate I am. It holds a different kind of memory now – as little more than a week after I return to the UK I am saddened to hear of yet another devastating earthquake in Italy, not too far from where Michelle lives. I had already shed my tears….

By the time this overdue part 3 hits the press I shall be long gone on yet another ‘journey beyond fear’ – time to get back to Javier and see what this summer has bestowed upon him – as all too soon the seasons change…(to be continued)

Living beyond fear – part 2

So….where was I?



Oh yes….I had just finished that enormous serving of vegano gelato, weaving my way back through the delights of Florence, day dreaming about being here with Javier; trying to focus on the outstanding beauty and not the throngs of tourists, most of whom seemed intent on eating. Fortunately my subconscious had ruled out the pizza which seemed to call to me from every street corner!
With the forbidden sweetness of the gelato having elevated my energy levels I could have continued taking in the endless day dreaming about the last time I was here with Javier, wonders of the city; but the truth was I had been awake since 4.30 am on a complicated travel itinerary that included two trains, a plane and two buses. A full day’s activities awaited me tomorrow so time to turn in for the night.
It took a while to finally get to sleep, my mind as always continuing it’s incessant wonderings long after the physical body has called it a day. A few familiar faces appeared in my dreams, but since I no longer keep a daily journal I’m afraid the details have escaped me now. Still – always happy to receive these mysterious encounters as they remind me of the hidden forces at play in my life. (Note to self : resume recording dreams.)

No matter how early I wake, it takes me hours to get through my morning regime which includes the essential juicing, coffee enema, showering, and wound dressing. Since there was precious little room in my case for clothes these days, there would be no time for indecisive dawdling. Long gone are the days of my youth when I could rise up and be ready for the outside world in thirty minutes or so, depending on the occasion. I’ve ceased travelling with a juicer on short trips and replace the fresh juice with a powdered green drink, and can usually manage to fit two concentrated servings of coffee for the enema in a tiny plastic carryon bag allowed for liquids. However, on this journey space was limited what with assorted tincture bottles, homeopathic remedies and iscador injections, let alone the usual toiletries. So………having experienced the horror of coffee leaking all over the place on subsequent trips I had already planned to substitute home-brew with run of the mill hotel coffee – I mean this was Italy – how bad could it be! Yes indeed – after 15 years on the road with cancer, I consider myself a veteran of ‘travel survival tips’. (If you’ve read my book, you may recall that I even managed a coffee enema sitting in the sink of a cabin onboard a ship to Athens. There was just no floor space; and my legs had swelled up like tree trunks. It did the trick as always, preventing the toxic load from damaging my liver). Still – on this occasion it was no easy feat procuring, then juggling the coffee, and enough hot and cold water, with both hands full, and no spare digits to navigate the elevator. In hindsight of course, two trips would have prevented the burns I received on that manoeuvre, but hey…..logic is not my best trait at 6 am in the morning.

Hours later – mission accomplished – and out into the streets I go, map in hand and confident that I can follow the instructions to the Villa Viviani, where Shumei Italia are hosting the 19th EU anniversary and conference on Natural Agriculture. Since it is a special occasion I am wearing a dress, no problem there, but with the ‘lymphoedema’ challenge I decided to purchase some support panty hose, to alleviate and indeed camouflage the wounded appendage or ‘Peggy-leggy’ as I am now referring to it. Seemed like a good decision when I put them on, but now as I slip and slide out of the oversized (on account of bigfoot), but nevertheless sensibly flat footwear, I realise that I am seriously out of practice when it comes to wearing hose. Even at 9 am in the morning, the sun is beating down , and with me shuffling as opposed to striding along I soon realise that perhaps the journey will take a little longer than anticipated. Circling the famed ‘Duomo’, memories take me back a few years to when I succeeded in scaling it’s endless steep staircase for a breath-taking bird’s eye view of this historic city.



No time to amble now, it’s on to the Plaza San Marco where I have been instructed to catch a bus to the Villa. Having just missed a bus I will no doubt miss the pre- conference Japanese tea tasting, but I’m still in good stead for a timely arrival and can finally relax on the bus after a full morning’s preparation.

So there I was seated successfully on the right bus heading in the right direction….phew! I knew that the journey was to take about 20 minutes, and so with one eye firmly on the electronic screen that notified passengers at each bus stop I allowed myself to observe the fascinating diversity of the experience. I love the way Italians express themselves and with it being a Saturday there was lots of comings and goings to entertain my ever inquisitive mind.



All was well, until I noticed a young Asian family running for the bus, with the driver pulling off unawares."Arresto,arresto! – stop stop", I bellowed, along with several others, just in the nick of time. In they climbed, the father trying to juggle the bags and belongings of his two tiny daughters, one of whom was tucked under his arm with legs wriggling, and a horrified look on her tiny face as she tried to draw attention to the fact that she had lost one of her shoes in the process. I spotted it just in time and with one more " Arresto! arresto!", the shoe was retrieved and we were off again. "Just like Cinderella", I said trying to calm the little girl and make light of the averted catastrophe. Just like Cinderella indeed I mused, attempting to settle back into my seat, but in that brief encounter I had taken my eye off the ball, and glancing up at the screen I saw Via Gabriele D´annunzio. Already? That was me…."Scuse, scuse", and without a moment's hesitation I was off the bus – phew – that was a quick twenty minutes – now, "where was the Villa Viviani?" After asking a fair amount of passers – by, resorting to speaking in Spanish with an Italian accent, I discovered that I had inadvertently gotten off the bus prematurely. Via Gabriele D'annunzio was indeed a very very long road and apparently I still had three more stops to go. Oh well, shouldn't take me long, and so I continued on. On and on, it seemed forever, and to make matters worse the road was now on the incline – Yep – that's right Uphill. The good news (ha!) was by this point both feet had sufficiently swollen in the heat, enough to prevent my shoes falling off. It wasn't until I had reached the third bus stop with no sign of the Villa Viviani, that the truth set in – there were four more stops to go. Mama Mia! Why, oh why was this happening? No sense in wasting time waiting for another bus that may not come and with no taxi in sight, there was little choice but to continue on foot. I was well outside the city by this point; I could actually see the golden 'duomo', far below.P6250283

Eventually, a bus did come whizzing by, and I made a desperate effort to flag it down, flailing my arms for it to stop. But when the driver apparently failed to see my desperate being, I felt my spirit waiver and tears sprang up through my eyes. Gosh – it had been a long time since I’d had a good cry, I thought, when the tears finally stopped, and I had pulled myself together. Looking up into the far horizon I could see the turrets of a castle, but never did it dawn on me that this indeed was where my feet must carry me. Oblivious to how much further I had to go, the realisation dawned that it was my legs that had carried me thus far….My sad swollen legs that I had been complaining about had indeed carried me up a mountain. And my body, my wonderful body that despite the years of dealing with cancer, had never given up. There was to be no quitting now. People all over the world were in desperate circumstances, and I was but a speck in the scheme of things. The reality was that there was to be no coach and snow white horses to deliver this Cinderella to the ball today, but guess what? I was one of the fortunate ones because I had long ago discovered the resilience of the human spirit.
And so it was that I actually made it to the majestic Villa Viviani with just enough time to drink almost two bottles of San Pelligrino mineral water, splashing the remainder on the ‘boiled lobster’ that had become my face. Moments after taking my seat, heart still beating beyond it’s usual rhythm; the ominous sound of the Japanese Taiko heralded the beginning of a very special gathering.



Glancing down at the program on my lap I beheld the theme of the event :
Nature’s future has roots in it’s past: Our wish for you to take from this day is a message of hope, to be remembered in each moment of your life. To give us all the courage and strength to build a better future.
Well, I for one would not be forgetting this day. As we began with a silent meditation and ´Jyorei´, the healing light that Shumei is renowned for, I was able to breathe deep with gratitude to be once again in the presence of such like-minded beings. My story takes me back over thirty years now to the time I spent on top of the Japanese mountain, ‘Misono’; such a big part of my life is intertwined with this noble philosophy. Here we all were, from far and wide; friends who have become family, and strangers alike, all intent on sustaining a more natural way of growing and developing food. This was something I had been pioneering, even before cancer had arrived in my body; and now I was more passionate than ever to continue the mission.


Since it is not my intent here to write in detail about the day’s event, but rather record my ‘body and spirit’s’ movement through it; I must hasten us through, lest it necessitate a ‘part 3.’
With it being the day after the dreaded ‘Brexit’, a lot of the afternoon’s conversation was centered around the continued European unity that Shumei had fostered over the last 19 years. From Japan to America, and then over to the UK and out into the EU, there was a determination to continue dedicating energy to the cultivation of growing crops without chemicals. Lunch then was a fine fayre of produce including ‘natural agriculture’ olive oil, wine, and spelt pasta. Having worked up quite an appetite on the uphill journey I required double helpings, although one glass of the award-winning wine from the Sacrafamila, and a prudent mouthful of dessert was quite sufficient. Sharing a table with both Italian and American friends gave me a chance to relax and debate the unbelievable state of affairs in the political world. Moving on to greet some lovely kimono-clad ladies brought a different sensibility, with lots of laughter at my attempt in remembering long lost Japanese vocabulary, and times long gone by.



With so many people to meet and greet I could not truly appreciate the beauty of this 13th century villa and it´s surroundings – apparently Mark Twain had lived here for a while.IMG_2961
Later that evening, before exhaustion demanded sleep, I would lie awake re-visiting it all again, the things and the people that inspire me – reflecting on my ‘role’ in it all, my purpose in life; and the things that move me to action. ‘Action’ – that was key – It had all happened so quickly, this decision to come to Italy. But as experience proved to me over and over again – somehow one needed to heed the call of that still small voice when it whispered, “do it….just do it”! Sure, I was still paying off my treatment for last year at the Oasis of Hope, but if I had not taken that action, perhaps I would not be here today, able to keep on moving through it. So – yes, overcoming fear was a constant – and living beyond it…..well that brought in the magic…..and where there was magic, there was the possibility of miracles.P1140872
And so…time to load up my trusty suitcase for yet another train journey to Umbria where my dear old friend Michelle and her faithful dogs are waiting to welcome me back to their very special home; and with the anticipation of meeting the microsurgeon, Dr.Paolo Gennaro I foresee a part three on the horizon. Arrividerci Firenze.
To be continued…..

Moving forward with renewed Health, Hope, and Harmony for 2016

When last I wrote I was still in Los Angeles reflecting on a life once lived there. Fast forward to the ‘here and now’, and presto I am in Barcelona, having just celebrated turning 64, with my dear Javier.javier_and_pauline_sag_fam[1]

Fourteen years have passed since I was first diagnosed, and a lot of living in between dare I say despite the prognosis. One only has to leaf back to 2001 to see that.

“Did you think you’d still be here all these years later?” Asked a well-meaning nurse whom I have grown quite fond of, as much for her ‘out of the box’ attitude, and her interest in my story, as for her absolute ability to navigate my rather delicate veins, procuring blood painlessly where others have failed miserably. “Of course”. My answer was immediate, there was no doubt about it – my mind had decided to survive the prognosis come what may! It was such a joy to find another positive ‘sparkle’ of a nurse – treasures they are! If I remember correctly, we met around 2009, soon after I had reached the ‘cancer-free’ mark – very short-lived as it were. A bell had gone off and technically I had been declared ‘cancer-free’. I finally finished the book I was writing, thinking that was an end to my cancer journey. The nurse had read about me in the ICON magazine, (…I was the featured ‘survivor’, and felt proud that such a wonderful magazine was available in my local hospitals and libraries. There was no such thing when I was in need – big change there!

So – bear with, as here I am attempting to bring this blog up to date before the new year 2016 begins. However, having just navigated the Christmas holidays with all its usual temptations my brain is a little foggy, having indulged in a few forbidden treats. What with that and the continuous popping of pills it´s hard to determine the exact cause, but I move forward courageously despite the challenges.
Case in point – The other day I awoke from a nightmare wherein a woman clothed in black stepped out of the wardrobe with a large knife in hand heading straight for me. It was all so very real as I confronted the apparition with a “Who the he– are you?”, holding out my arms as if I too brandished a secret weapon – I may have even made the sign of the cross – it all happened so quickly. Whatever I did worked, as the figure dissolved in front of my eyes, like a scene from a horror movie, and although I was shaken to the core for a while – I slowly began to laugh about it and accept that I had indeed not given in to fear but had fought the inner demon if you will. Since then I have been much more relaxed and positive about things.

Returning to the Oasis of Hope, back then in October for a week to check on my status was once again an uplifting experience, but the time went by fast and one really does not have time to relax into it.

The change is within you

The change is within you

Nevertheless I enjoyed meeting and helping new people to settle in, as it were. There’s always a surprise to find, and Gaynor and I grew up in the same neighbourhood.

I got a booster shot for the Dendritic cell vaccine, amongst the usual top-ups, and the good news was that my circulating cancer cells had halved. Once again the reality of the enormous expense hung over me despite my determination to remain positive but with the help of credit cards I made it, and had a week or so more back in L.A. with friends before leaving for the UK.

One sad note was that another dear heart whom I had met on the first visit had sadly passed away – Noray Moradkhan, a sweet Armenian man in his 80’s. His devoted wife and daughter had made quite an impression on me whilst we were all together at the hospital, and since they lived in L.A. I had planned to visit. I couldn’t make the funeral but went to their home before leaving America. Having heard about his beautiful fruit orchard I felt blessed to eat one of his delicious pomegranates, grown from tiny seeds over many years. I have been addicted to them ever since and even saved some of the seeds with the hope of planting them and keeping a small part of his legacy alive. They are indeed one of nature’s miracles. Noray’s beautiful daughter, Klara who had left no stone unturned in trying to find the best treatment for her father was so thoughtful in giving me his unused ‘xeloda’ medicine which I mentioned in the last blog as being just too expensive to continue with. Once again, God moves in mysterious ways. Thank you Noray!

The Moradkhans

The Moradkhans

Part of the magic of spending time at OASIS is the deep connection to people one makes in such a short time, and the faith that is nurtured through making such a journey. I was lucky to have some friends from ‘Shumei’ come to visit me also,
friends_from_shumei_at_the_mexican_border[1] and I got to visit the new center cultural center in Tijuana opened by the amazing Makeda ‘Dread’ Cheato from the ‘ in San Diego.

As always in leaving Mexico my mind was filled with so many ideas on how I was going to be able to afford to continue with the treatment. Arriving back in L.A. I uncovered more of my old projects, some dating back 25 years, such as my animation story ‘Rosie Quartz and the Gemstones. I had entrusted it to Barbra Streisand’s manager, Marty Erlichman at the time since we had worked together on the Richard Gere movie, Breathless. (Here I go name dropping again!) Oh go on then…’s Richard as i remember him -once upon a time !
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Marty was impressed enough to send it over to Universal, for consideration. The last I heard, they had conveniently lost it – this all happening even before ‘The little Mermaid, and the onset of the new wave of animation. So – Yes – I was examining my life once lived in L.A., but so much had changed in my life, and I did not have the energy I once had to follow-up on things. Hopefully that will change with the new year. I did however, leave America feeling much better than when I arrived, in so many ways; and that is the key to America – one can be inspired – and I for one was so grateful to be able to spend time in yet another ‘home away from home’.from the film 'Hysterical'

And so – back to the present – and how am I doing?
All in all, I have continued very well on the designated regime, making a few changes here and there. I am now taking ‘Letrozole’, the estrogen blocker, replacing ‘xeloda’. I had been opposed to taking any pharmaceuticals as I keep repeating, but since I am taking so many alternative supplements to protect my immune system, I feel more confident with this ‘integrative’, approach. However – I was distraught to read the ingredients on the calcium tablet prescribed by the NHS to accompany the Letrozole – It contains ‘aspartame of all things….that’s right – rat poison! here i draw the line and THIS I WILL BE SURE TO PUBLICIZE. The good news is that the chest wall seems to be ‘behaving’ in that, the appearance is a lot less aggressive and manageable. Compared to this time last year I feel that I am winning the war.
Of course, life is not a bowl of cherries by any means, but I am accustomed to my condition, and will so far spare the reader any graphic photos. One thing I am finding is that I am not reacting to circumstances in over-emotional ways now – perhaps that is due to the medication. I tend to detach myself more easily from stress, for the most part – Choosing instead to post smiles and HOPE for the new year ahead! home away from homeAnd gratitude for all the wonderful organisations that are dedicated to bringing about the sea-change for cancer treatment in the UK – New Approaches to Cancer, Yes to Life, Together Against Cancer, and Cancer Active. Now…..if I can find my way through the maze of passwords for this and that, I hope to get lucky and post this well ahead of New Years Eve!

A visit to THE OASIS OF HOPE, Tijuana, Mexico.

‘South of the border down Mexico way’……I can still hear the joyful refrain now as the old melody plays in my head.
I was excited yes, but pulling it all together to make such a journey took monumental strength as always – and TRUST – yet again! That’s the one positive thing about facing a life-threatening illness – one has to be brave – and well, I have learnt a lot about bravery these past 14 years. Perhaps that is why I truly felt that it was a calling, a familiar calling that I could not refuse that call to the Oasis… I was on a mission. To save my life, YES…….but more….much more than I can even begin to explain in this posting. I would not fully grasp the truth of the mission unless I was willing to throw caution to the wind, and ACCEPT. The time was now and so I did. And as always I thank God!
It had been 23 years ago that I first encountered OASIS OF HOPE. I had taken the ‘Mexican cancer clinic’ tour bus, run by the CANCER CONTROL SOCIETY in California. Tom, my partner at the time had been diagnosed with melanoma skin cancer, which would finally take his life. I had insisted we look at alternative solutions since the annual Cancer Control Convention was practically in our back yard. Even though I was born in England, I was a Californian girl at heart having spent 25 years in America….I enjoyed healthy living. Tom on the other hand, God bless him, was life and soul of the party, and had focussed on drinking more than eating, so it was never going to be easy, but nevertheless I dragged him there for a look see. All aboard the cancer bus one very early morning and we were off to Tijuana. This is where we could find brave doctors who were thinking outside the ‘pharmaceutical box’. Laetrile was the big buzz-word then, it was illegal in the USA. Medicinal cannabis had not yet surfaced although I had been growing it unaware just how important it was to become in the scheme of things. Viva la revolucion! I say.
And so after touring a hand full of clinics with their varying approaches I was most impressed by The Oasis of Hope, specifically by the father and son team, Dr. Ernesto Contreras Sr; and Dr. Francisco Contreras. IMG_20150813_074547Their compassion and love for their patients was undeniable and I begged Tom to consider a three-week stay. It was an expensive proposition but we would find a way. In the end it was Tom’s choice and he put his faith in the orthodox treatment that his insurance would cover. I grew sunflowers, wheatgrass and brewed essaic tea, researching all I could to supplement the immune system as he underwent the brutality of the treatment. I like to think it all helped to extend his life by a few years, but alas it could not save him. I wrote a book during this time; it was my way of dealing with things. Since it all coincided with me working with Meryl Streep and Clint Eastwood on the movie The Bridges of Madison County, I called it Bridges, A Memoir of Love.
And so………fast forward to 2001 and my breast cancer diagnosis. I never ever thought cancer would visit me, but who does? The seeds could have been sown during the heartbreak of losing Tom, and all my Hollywood dreams…..I write extensively about that in my second book ‘And So We Heal’, published in 2009, when I believed I had beaten the worst of the cancer, and managed to avoid chemo, radiotherapy, and even surgery opting instead for an alternative galvanic approach called ECT in Spain. Again, it’s all been documented.
If I had had the resources to check in to the Oasis in 2001, I would have believe me, but it was not meant to be. As fate would have it, the year before I had been re-united with my old Spanish love Javier. He was scheduled for triple -heart-by-pass surgery, and perhaps thinking he was not going to make it, found me again to say goodbye. I prayed so hard for my dear old friend and well- there was no goodbye – he did make it through, and I moved back to Europe. My dear mother had just had a stroke so I was happy to be back home. When my life in America was basically disintegrating before my eyes, I do remember her saying, “You should have more”. I know she was talking in terms of security, but it frustrated me all the same. I had lived a year on top of a mountain in Japan, praying for the world, returning to Hollywood I practiced the art of JYOREI helping to heal the spirit, growing spiritually rich, but not financially. Perhaps there was a reason that God had spared me the clutches of the Hollywood. My values had changed since those star-struck, starlet days where I was perhaps caught up in the illusion of Hollywood. She and my father had raised five children and lost one at age three, so of course material wealth was a necessity. There were no credit cards, but we always had enough. She worked hard though, my mother, as soon as the kids were at school she got a job as a dinner lady, chocolate factory worker, and volunteer charity worker…all to help ends meet. She passed away two years ago now and I am forever grateful for her sacrifices, and indeed the small inheritance she left for us her children. It is through my mother’s love and ‘putting a little by every week’…..God knows how, that I can even contemplate this trip.
And so…..the day comes and there at the San Diego arrivals terminal is Alex the trusty driver sent to pick me up. He is carrying an enormous placard with OASIS OF HOPE which I subtly have him lower on my approach. I had felt enough embarrassment at having to request assistance in the layover at Philadelphia. It was my first ever time to do so, but boy was it appreciated after such a long flight. My addiction to packing the kitchen sink in my back pack was something I was trying to avoid but the nice lady (not) at Manchester airport felt obligated to make me remove the 3 extra kilos from my check in luggage and haul it on my back… matter that I had said that I had asked for mercy owing to ‘breast cancer’ – no breaks there then!
California is a home away from home for me, so no culture shock. We passed easily through the Mexican border, so there were obviously no warrants out for me, one never knows these days…..I had after all recently been having treatments with GcMaf before the lab was closed (see the previous blog). I jest of course, but what with the latest news about Dr. Jeff Bradstreet’s untimely demise followed on the heels by Dr. Nicolas Gonzales’s death, both with connections to GcMaf, and the latter a supporter of the late Dr. Kelly, and laetrile, need I say more. The terrain changes drastically once across the border.IMG_20150812_075402IMG_20150812_074004 We go from the ‘haves’ to the ‘have not’s, and the enormous fence that divides the two is foreboding indeed. It may seem to onlookers now that I am one of the ‘haves’. Certainly I have more than most in terms of opportunity, and really that is what can improve life – opportunity, and equal at that…… ‘Thank you God’, for this opportunity I hear my heart say and with that we have arrived. It’s only taken me 23 years to get back here…. I am welcomed with open arms by smiling faces and HOPE.IMG_20150813_141343
English is spoken. impeccably by the doctors and administration and much of the nursing staff, but it felt good to be able to slip into Spanish whenever called for. Spanish has become my second language, and I feel a warm kinship with Hispanic people. Even my birth name is Spanish.
My room was not one of the biggest but it was fine, light and airy, and really welcome. My treatment was to begin early the next morning, so after a delicious evening meal served buffet style, with a chance to meet my fellow patients, all friendly, warm and welcoming, from all over the globe by the sounds of things. Laughter seemed to be everyone’s delight so I knew I would fit in. Then it was off to bed to try and turn my internal clock around. Having been up for almost 24 hours by this point I needed a good night sleep and I got one. The next morning after a coffee enema at 7am, and a delicious breakfast of fresh green juice and ample choices in gluten free fayre, it was time to get a catheter in to begin the first 3 hour mineral replacement drip. Now I have very thin veins and inevitably cringe whenever drawing blood is attempted but the nurses doing this have perfected it to a fine art. Since this would be the first of many I was immediately impressed.
The next days would bring vitamin infusions, ozonated and irradiated blood treatments, hyperthermia, with plenty of time in between to rest or go for walks. I walked to the ocean each morning – just five minutes away. IMG_20150812_073326 Most people attend with a companion so outside ventures are encouraged. I was happy to be unaccompanied really otherwise I think I may have focussed on making sure they were comfortable. I had invited Javier my partner of course but since he is facing his own health challenge, I understood and accepted him doing what he needed to, and with telephone and wifi available we were in touch. This time was for me!IMG_20150813_081638
Doctor Contreras has a team of excellent doctors working with him. He had been in London when I arrived so it would be a few days before I would meet with him. Well wouldn’t you know it, on the second night there I had the most extraordinary dream. Since I very rarely dream these days I took it as a powerful omen. In it, we were all told that Dr. Contreras was on his way and we went outside to greet him. From off in the distance comes a majestic horse ridden by the doctor. As he came into view we could see a small coloured bird perched on his shoulder as he reached down to grasp a green plant growing by the wayside….All this happening with him still riding. He takes a huge bite from the plant and continues on his way as our eyes follow him riding off in the distance. Well, the most amazing thing happens next as the small bird gradually grows bigger and bigger with a giant wingspan, and us realizing that the doctor had somehow turned into this enormous bird, and the colours became red white and blue. WOW – what an entrance! Who was this man that I had been called to meet?
A few days later the ‘winged’ doctor arrived, without the horse, I may add, but still as charismatic as when I first met him all those years ago. He was amused by my dream and his first comments to me were, that I certainly looked better in person than I did on paper. He was of course referring to the ultra sound scan results and photos I had sent from my consultation with the doctor from Switzerland re: GcMAF. I took that as a compliment and we continued going over the treatment plan he had first suggested when I had contacted the Oasis. This initial consultation is free, and he certainly had done his homework on reviewing my case. “The type of cancer you have is aggressive, but treatable. You are only 63 years old in general good condition and all efforts should be made to provide you with the most effective therapy possible”. What a difference to hear such hope instead of the other side of the coin wherein I was told to expect shortness of breath as the cancer proceeded to invade the lungs. In all fairness my oncologist had been trying to get me on hormone blockers for years, with letrozole top of the list, but my instinct would always decline. One of the other doctor’s in the team here at Oasis was surprised that I had not tried those. I tried to explain that I had found enough cases of women talking about the side effects to put me off, good or bad it had been my decision.
Sitting across the desk from Dr. Contreras and feeling the obvious compassion he has for his patients, it was easy to trust that I was in good hands. His oxidative CMIT integrative approach made sense and was having great results. I was willing then to accept that even though the treatment plan was going to contain some pharmaceuticals, that I had thus far refused, they were at a very low dose and part of a home care programme that conditioned the body nutritionally. Our consultation ended with a heartfelt prayer between patient and doctor, and just as the banner promised – I was indeed cocooned in an Oasis of Hope.IMG_20150811_195029
I knew that the three weeks would pass all too quickly if I let it so I made every effort to slow down time and soak in the wonderful light that embraces one. Just to be able to have time to rest, and not be continually juicing, chopping, sprouting, boiling coffee for enemas, researching, and so much more…..I felt blessed. There are numerous lectures on nutrition and addressing emotional issues of having cancer. Being of Christian faith background I appreciated the evangelistic singing and constant blessings between patients and staff alike. of course the Oasis is open to all spiritual traditions. I have always maintained an Interfaith philosophy which has greatly enriched my spiritual life, and have for thirty three years practiced Jyorei since first praying to God one day to ‘get me out of Hollywood’. Within an hour there was a knock from a stranger at my door offering to pray for me. The stranger was to become my very good friend, and Shumei, the fellowship that practices it has blossomed into quite a force that includes ‘natural agriculture’ and an appreciation for the arts. Within a year I was fast-tracked to a faraway mountain in Japan – (another story for another time). But somehow I was feeling a mystical connection at play.
During the last week the Dendritic Cell vaccine DCV is administered, which is quite painless, and preparations made to make sure that enough supplements are ordered for the home protocol. The initial fee at the hospital does not include the follow up so one needs to keep that in mind – it is not cheap – but where there’s a will, there’s a way! I was already baring down on the metal strip of my credit card but I managed by the grace of God to make it. I would figure the rest out in the upcoming weeks. I cannot even begin to describe my beautiful ‘soulful’ experiences on this journey…the amazing people I met, and the wonders I beheld….I took lots of photos and a little video so hopefully I can add to the blog in part two after I begin the home protocol.

But like all great adventures, the day finally came when after saying goodbye to the many people passing through the oasis, it was finally my turn to take a bow and say goodbye. I was being dropped off in San Diego where I had planned to rent a car to get me to Los Angeles…..I had so many friends to see and the next adventure was to continue……



And so…..a brief telling of the story so far…..I shall keep you posted on my progress.
be well and be blessed