How I Overcame Cancer With No Medical Help

I did it twice. This is a story about how I dealt with it the first time.

Note: It took me a long time to decide whether or not to write and publish this or not. On the one hand, I feel the need to share this knowledge, on the other, I know exactly how crazy it might sound. In the end, I decided not to care about the latter and just share. Hopefully, it will be of some help.

I had cancer twice.

The first time, years ago, skin cancer on my back spread so fast that I knew I was going to die if I don’t do something about it, fast.

It started with a mole on the far left side of my lower back. Everything was fine and the mole was living its peaceful existence until my sister saw it and pointed her finger at it. She said that I ABSOLUTELY MUST HAVE THAT CHECKED and that she cannot stress enough how dangerous it was.

There was a sense of such urgency in her voice that I indeed went for a checkup even though I felt there was really nothing to worry about. I’ve had that mole for years and it had never caused me any problems.

My plan was to show my sister how silly she’d been. To my surprise, though, the doctor wanted to remove the mole as well. When I asked him what does that mean and how much of my flesh is he planning to cut off, he showed me something of the size of an orange. And he looked like a butcher.

I left and never came back again. I’d rather die than let him touch me and remove huge chunks of my body for no good reason at all. As far as I was concerned, he could go to hell.

In a matter of days, however, the mole ceased to be a mole. It started to grow and it soon grew to a degree when it became so painful that I was only able to sleep on the right side of my body. Any other position hurt too much.

The thing looked like this, only bigger, and it was growing fast:

I showed it to my friend, whose husband died years ago from cancer, and she lamented: “Oh my god, everyone close to me is dying!”

In response to this ludicracy, I raised my eyebrows, informed her that I was not dead yet and that she should wait with the burial till I was gone. Jesus!

A strangest thing happened when I realized how serious the situation was. It was as if there was a switch from one mental state into another. There was no fear, I didn’t panic, I was more calm and collected than ever. I wasn’t afraid of death and I looked that cancer in the eye without flinching.

It was very simple. I knew that all I had to do was decide whether I wanted to live or die.

And so I decided that I wanted to live. To many, this might sound like the only possible choice, but to someone like me, who is prone to depression and finds life extremely challenging, difficult, and gruesome, it wasn’t. I had to make a conscious decision on whether I was going to keep trying or not.

As soon as I resolved that, yes, I was going to stay, I became incredibly focused. I went into a warrior mode. Asking doctors for help was still not an option. I knew what they’d do and I was not going to let that happen.

Besides, I could feel the tentacles of the cancer spread all over my torso. By then, it was too late for cutting anything off anyway. Nevertheless, I had a plan and I knew exactly what to do.

The ancient knowledge

A couple of years before my mole erupted and went berserk, a Chinese master of Qi Gong and traditional Chinese medicine, Wang Aiping, came to my country (Slovenia). Her mass-healing sessions were so successful that she rented a whole movie theatre and had it packed with people every single day from dawn till dusk.

She hired my father to record these sessions on video for her, and I came along as his assistant. When I entered, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The theatre was full of people who acted strangely, to say the least.

They looked as if they were in trance, insane, or both. There was screaming, and laughter, and weird dances, and people who were just sitting there with blissful expression on their faces…

It was surreal. A bit too surreal for me at the time. But it worked. The results kept bringing these people back time and time again.

By the time of my first encounter with cancer, however, master Wang had already left Slovenia. Those who attended her sessions were devastated when she informed them that she was leaving. They begged her to stay.

Wang Aiping didn’t stay in Slovenia but nevertheless took pity on them. She decided to pass on her knowledge to a selected group of people so that they could continue her work.

One of these people was my father. And that’s what saved me.

It’s funny how nothing is too weird or surreal when one is faced with death. One’s perception of life changes completely. I couldn’t care less about whether it was weird, all I cared about was whether it worked or not. This approach worked and that was all that mattered.

The technique is really simple. Or, at least, it sounds simple. Once you try it, it’s anything but. It’s best done sitting straight on the edge of the chair. You need to close your eyes, go through deep relaxation, preferable guided (it can also be self-guided once you are more experienced), and then stop thinking.

If you’ve ever tried not to think, you know how hard that is. Some people even claim it’s impossible. No, it’s not impossible, but it does take practice and determination. I guess that’s what makes it impossible for some.

Once you are faced with death, however, it’s a piece of cake — or at least it was for me, but then I might also be a natural.

Once you shut off the train of thoughts, you just are. Next, you need to become aware of your body as a form of energy. Your body doesn’t really exist as something solid. We only perceive it as such. In reality, it’s a form of energy. A bunch of atoms. In other words, an empty space and electrical charge.

As you cease to think, you stop creating thoughts, as another form of energy. In sick people, thoughts are usually harmful energy that is causing all sorts of health problems. In my case, the energy of my thoughts was suicidal and self-destructive. The kind of environment I was in didn’t help either.

Once you stop that train of thoughts, your body is able to attune to Nature and that puts it back into balance. This results in so-called ‘self-healing.’ But it’s the power of Nature that is doing the healing. You are just letting it do it.

How this looked in practice

I felt hot flashes, tingling, and all sorts of sensations in and around the mole. At one time, I developed such heat that my sister sensed it standing half a meter (1.6 ft) away from me. She said it felt as if I was on fire.

I did this every single day. Twice a week in groups led by my father, and on the other days I asked him to have private sessions with me at home. It took me about two weeks for the mole to return back to normal. In the end, a drop of puss run out of it, and that was it. Only, that wasn’t quite it yet.

I knew cancer would return unless I figure out how and why it appeared in the first place. My sister’s comment triggered it, but there was more to it. I knew I was not out of the woods until I understood WHY.

That was the hardest part. And it took me much longer.

Understanding the cause

I set a goal to myself to get to the bottom of this. I had no idea how to approach it and what to do. My mind was set on achieving this aim, but nothing happened.

That is, until I forgot all about it and started to lead a ‘normal’ life again. One day I went to the cinema. It feels as if it happened yesterday, even though it was two decades ago. They played Anthony Hopkins’ grizzly movie, The Edge.

I hated the movie. I hate action movies. I only went because my friend wanted to go and I was being a good sport. But seeing it was just what I needed. The Edge is a survival drama. It was all about survival, and Anthony Hopkins was fighting like a lion to stay alive. His character really wanted to stay alive.

When I walked out of the theatre, I had the answer to the riddle. It was very simple — not only I didn’t really want to stay alive, I wanted to die.

It hit me that whenever something went wrong or was hard for me to deal with, my mantra was ‘I want to die.’ I subconsciously kept repeating this to myself for years and years. It was a wonder I was still alive!

Reprogramming

After I understood what was wrong and became aware of the fact that my brain was running on a self-destructive autopilot, I was able to change that.

I turned the auto-pilot mode off and started to become consciously aware of my thoughts. I thus became better able to control them and change the direction whenever they slipped back into the ‘I want to die’ mantra.

It’s simple, but it takes dedication and constant practice. It will not happen by itself and there is no magic to it. It’s a lot of work. Heavy lifting. But that’s what it takes if you want to stay alive and not give up.

Mateja started to write short stories at the age of ten and later became a freelance writer, radio personality, and explorer of the inner worlds. Her life resembles a roller coaster ride full of ups and downs and some pretty wild turns. Among other things, her car was destroyed by tanks, and she survived several brushes with death. She graduated in psychology from Arizona State University and is deep into the weird. Connect with Mateja on LinkedIn.