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BELIEVE!!
Submitted by: Jaaee
GermanyI am a masters student, studying biochemistry and molecular biology in university of Bremen. I also work as a performing artist and a former state player. I suffered from malignancy in brain tumour when I was 12, and the story I wish to share took place in 1999.. I owe it to the Secret.
What I wish to share with you dates back to May of 1999. Today I look back, and I get really curious, and the rest find it miraculous.
I suffered a lot from something for a few months then… I did not know what it was, and I rather still can’t describe how it felt. But my colleagues would complain about me day dreaming, or going blank. And later it progressed to me becoming weak, and the frequency of my weird behaviour and frequency of my complaints increased, and even my parents started thinking I was pampered, or day dreaming too much (I don’t recollect any of this. My parents and friends described to me what I did, for example, my coach complained I would stop in between a game and keep staring, or a teacher had slapped me in front of the entire classroom because I was staring through her, or I ran into some unknown shop and my cousin had to fetch me, I said something non-polite to my dad. I repeat, I don’t remember any of this happening… I have been told). All I knew then was something was really really wrong. But I was shown to a family doctor and a normal brain scan done. It came out ok.
I remember telling my aunt at the end of our vacation together that something was really wrong, and she finds that talk unforgettable now. I told her my life was at stake, and I cried. But how much would she believe a 12 year old on such an extreme talk? Well, she told my parents that their only child was spoiled, and I needed to be straightened up – that was my only hope. But I remained undeterred… as I knew for sure that something was wrong.
Luckily for me it got a lot worse in the last week of May when I was with my aunt for a vacation, and on returning home the next day I lost speech control. My parents freaked out and took me to Ruby hall hospital, where an MRI scan revealed a one and a half inch malignant tumor in the right temporal lobe. And moreover it was the recurring type.
What surprises even me today, is that on hearing the news I was the only person actually elated with it. I was glad there was a cause to what people called ‘weird behaviour’, and that I could still be operated on.
I had dreams then… and I simply believed and imagined all the time that my dreams had come true. The only time I was real sad was when they cut off half the hair on my head with a long razor… and I was suddenly half bald and the other half of my head was long beautiful tresses.
But anyway, I did wake up after that the next day, and it was delight for just everybody. But it never ever occurred to me as something special – for me ‘survival’ was not a motto… All I knew was that they would remove that thing out of my head and I would get into working to achieve what I wanted. I was always positive. Not once a negative thought.
I recovered, and recovered real fast! Was walking in 2 days, playing in 10 again. And I believed and imagined the future I wanted – the way I’d look (then, my right eye and eyebrow had dropped down, half my hair was missing, head stitches and bruises).
Even after resuming normal routine I was still in high risk zone, as my tumor was the statistically recurring type. But I continued with sports and naturopathy. I had to put in 6-7 hours of working a day to get my game and stamina to match the others, and I had to wake up 3am and 4am to complete studies before school the same time. But I has started living my dreams again.
When I met with my doctor again he said he was surprised, not only with the recovery, but also that my face was so intact and actually decent. Apparently there should have had a deformity in the right cheek, but I was never informed about this before. I never knew, so I never bothered.
And last year my doctor said I was quite normal, and I was at least 1 in a thousand or ten thousand cases of it to have survived. That is when I not looked back to 1999, but also acknowledged it. I realised whatever I had visualised then at 12 had actually all come true. I had believed and visualised innocently.
But as I grew up I took support out of the habit of visualising, grabbing every opportunity and working hard on it. I did get off track at times, but I always returned to my old habit and watched life unfold the way I wanted, at times quite miraculously. And I often heard then the complaint – she always gets what she wants.
When recently i had to deal with a situation quite important to my career (over the last year I had stopped believing in believing), I had to rediscover my teen-time habit, which I could relate to when a few weeks back I read the Oprah.com transcript on The Secret and the law of attraction.
It was so true!!!! I finally found the answer! I always found it funny and curious, when what I visualised with my heart it came true. I had thought I must be just putting coincidences together, but there were always too many to count.
Well, now that everyone acknowledges the law of attraction, I must say – believe it and make it a part of your life. It is so true… no matter what anybody says – you are the writer of your own destiny. Better accept it!:)
Jaaee