My name is Brenda and I am grateful for the opportunity to share my story with you. Mainly it is the realization and proof that gratitude, love, faith, and positivity conquers all.

It was the summer of 2014 and I was living in a beautiful apartment. My life was blessed with health, love, and sufficient income to live comfortably. I was was busy with work and the responsibilities of day-to-day life.

It was then that I started ‘hearing whispers’, repetitive thoughts urging me to see a doctor. But I felt healthy so I paid no attention and chose not to trust my inner wisdom.

In November of that same year, my life took a turn. At the time I was suffering from a particularly bad case of constipation so I went to see a doctor. Normally it’s nearly impossible to get an appointment to see a doctor but on this occasion, the phone rang a few times and I was through. No recorded message, no piped music. I was actually speaking with a person and surprisingly an appointment was available that same day!!

After a brief chat, my doctor suggested a blood test, a tumor marker he called it. Now, why would he suggest that? Why not suggest a change of diet or even prescribe laxatives in the first instance?

The blood results came back negative but my doctor wasn’t convinced. “I think you should have a colonoscopy,” he said.  My blood results were fine, so why was he suggesting a colonoscopy?

A few days later I got a call confirming the appointment for the week after! There had been a cancellation and I had been allocated their slot.

The whispers that I’d been hearing for the past couple of months were coming back to me. Realization was beginning to set in!

The colonoscopy was clear but the consultant suggested a scan. Negative blood tests, negative colonoscopy, and now a scan??

By now I was feeling a strange calmness, a peaceful feeling. I was happy to release control. I knew that someone or something was taking charge. The divine? The Universe? Angels? I felt grateful and blessed. With the specialists, the resources, the technology, and the speed that it was all happening I found it easy to just let go and trust.

Not surprisingly an appointment for a scan was confirmed for the following Monday. A greater energy was holding the reins and the sequence of events was being orchestrated perfectly. and the scan results were available the following day.

I close my eyes and I can still hear the Consultant’s words. He said, “We found the tumor and the cancer has spread to the surrounding lymph nodes.” I had bowel cancer.

He continued to speak and I listened intently and suddenly I felt a warm, calm feeling. I felt safe as if someone had put their arms around me from behind! So much love, serenity, and peace flowed through me and I smiled. I felt so peaceful, so protected! It was as if someone was reassuring me that there was nothing to be afraid of. The doctor kept on talking but suddenly he stopped and looked at me, puzzled. “Brenda? Do you understand what I’ve just said?” I smiled and nodded and said, “Yes, I understand perfectly but everything will be alright. I am in safe hands. You are an amazing surgeon and I am your perfect patient and together we make an amazing team.” He looked surprised but nodded and smiled.

For a number of years I had been practicing the teachings of Rhonda Byrne’s book, The Secret, Louise Hay’s book, You Can Heal Your Life, and also following Wayne Dyer’s and Susan Jeffers’ philosophies. I had also recently read Angels in My Hair by Lorna Byrne. I had all the perfect tools to live this journey and heal my life.

My daily meditations were blissful, full of peace and serenity. It was an inexplicable feeling. I was not afraid. I was grateful for an excellent surgeon, for the perfect resolution. I prayed that the cancer would not spread further. I also prayed that I would not need a colostomy bag after the operation and lastly I prayed that I would need no chemotherapy. When I pray I talk to ‘The Divine’. When I meditate, I listen. I did a lot of both.

Daily affirmations reassured me and raised my frequency to amazing levels. Visualizations of myself being healthy, whole and complete reminded me that I could do this and that I would be fine. I had blood transfusions over the next 3 days and I continued to meditate, visualize, and pray.

On the morning of the operation, the surgeon came to see me and I asked him “Doc, how big is the operating theatre ?” He laughed “Why do you want to know that Brenda?” he asked. “Because I’m expecting a roomful of angels.” He laughed!

As the nurses were getting me ready I kept closing my eyes and saying thank you, thank you, thank you. I must have said it a hundred times. I felt totally at peace, I trusted completely and absolutely.

Although I could hardly move, one of the first things I did when I woke up in the ICU was feel my side. No colostomy bag, thank you!! The first miracle!

They had said I would be in the ICU for 5 days but I was only there for 3. On day 3 the surgeon confirmed that he had been able to remove the tumor and lymph nodes successfully but there was a very high possibility that I would need chemotherapy, and he would organize a meeting with an oncologist.

On day 4 I felt strong, focused, and determined! I continued to meditate whilst my body recovered and to visualize my glorious future. Nurses were commenting on my positivity, on how I perceived life and life’s challenges. Soon they started popping into my room to chat. I loved sharing my views but most of all I loved making them smile and helping them see things in a different way. I was serving and I was happy.

I was home after 6 days in the hospital instead of the 10 to 15 I had been on told I would stay! I could feel my angels. I could feel their presence, and I kept finding white feathers everywhere, just their way of reminding me that they are always with me.

Two days after they removed my stitches I met with the surgeon. He smiled. “The cancer’s gone Brenda,” he said. “I removed the tumor in its entirety, there was no spread and the lab results have come back saying that the lymph nodes are clear!” I smiled, winked, and said, “I told you that the theatre would be full that day!” He said, “I have no answers, it makes no sense. Divine intervention comes to mind.” The second miracle! “Best to still go to the oncologist though,” he said, “Let’s play it safe.”

I sat across the desk while the oncologist read my file. He looked at me then he looked at the file again. “I think there are notes missing from the file,” he said. “It doesn’t make sense.” He kept turning the pages of the file and eventually he stopped and looked at me. I just smiled and he smiled back and asked “A miracle?” “I think so” I replied. No chemo is needed, Brenda. Go home and enjoy life. That was the third miracle!

My prayers had been answered, no colostomy bag, no spread to other organs, and no chemotherapy! I am living proof that miracles do happen. I needed gratitude, love, positivity, and angels, all very powerful energies. Trust that everything happens for a reason, that everything happens at the right time.

Love, always!