When I started out as a nurse, I found many things very unattractive about the job. Bleeding, for starters, always made me feel a little light-headed. Vomiting made me queasy especially if it occurred soon after I ate; an empty stomach made it a little easier to endure. Needles never brought with them a sense of ease. The smells, sounds, sights of a hospital were not very pleasing. There were days that I wondered why I dreamt of doing this since I read my first “Cherry Ames Student Nurse” book in second grade. There was one thing I knew I loved about working with patients and that was helping them with their thoughts. In between taking vital signs on the gentleman who just had 3 feet of his intestines removed and giving a bath to the woman down the hall who had been vomiting, I was hanging a bag of chemotherapy for the patient who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and coaching her on what to think about while the medicine was being administered into her veins. This was 1982. Do you remember the video game Pac-Man? Well, I would coach my patients who were getting chemotherapy to visualize the chemo as Pac-Man and the Pac-dots that Pac-Man was eating was their cancer cells. AHHHH! They could do that. That gave them some power over something they felt they had very little power over: their disease. They were soothed! I received letters from my patients about how much that little visualization had helped them. I was gratified–this is what I enjoyed doing, even if I only had a fraction of my time to devote to this type of on-the-job “emotional support.”
Then in 1983 a patient came into my life that would forever change me. Her name was Alicyn. She was 33 years old and was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and it was stage IV. It had metastasized to all the other organs in her abdomen and pelvis except for her liver. Before seeing her in the hospital bed, I received the report at the nurse’s station and was told the prognosis was about 2 months time. Horrendous! I walked into the room to meet my new patient and met this woman who I would later call “Best friend”. She had long blond hair that would all be gone in 3 weeks after administering her the toxic chemotherapeutic drugs she was about to receive. She had a face full of freckles and a beautiful wide smile that would light up any room. And she was accompanied by her loving husband Vinny and a beautiful son Chad who was 2 years old. Alicyn was filled with intention. Her intention was to raise this blond haired, blue eyed boy. She was a focused Deliberate Creator! She defied all odds. She lived 18 years after her diagnosis and raised her son and more. That powerful disease she had was not more powerful than her intention.
At the time I became close to Alicyn, I knew nothing about the Law of Attraction except for what she demonstrated. Alicyn told me once, “I can’t afford the luxury of a negative thought.” She spent her time appreciating, appreciating and appreciating. I would spend a lot of those years complaining about my plot in life which was nothing compared with hers.
After she died in 2001 I have been on this journey that is just crystallizing as I write this. I have become a student of the Law of Attraction for many years and have applied the principles of this in my own life. I understand now why Alicyn was able to defy the medical books and others who have a similar prognosis have an expected speedy death. Now my purpose in life is to reach as many people as I can to coach them on their power. We humans are powerful creators, each and every one of us! Not just Thomas Edison, or Albert Einstein, or Alicyn. Each and every one of us, no exception. I look forward to sharing the tools and the processes and the stories of Law of Attraction so that you can be aligned with your core Well-Being!