Wednesday Whimsical: A Moonlit Journey Through Healing and Reflection
The morning started beautifully—early prayer followed by a deep sense of relief. Who knew something as simple as chia seeds in water could work wonders? They’ve become my go-to binder and fibre source, helping to keep everything in balance. Feeling light and refreshed, I made my way to my infusion, running a few minutes late but in high spirits.
Settling into the musical vibration chair with hydrogen inhalation underway, I dozed off as my infusions expertly prepared by Nurse Hung began their work. My body welcomed the healing flow of Vitamin C and Mistletoe, embracing their restorative power. A fascinating fact about mistletoe: its preparations inhibit the growth of malignant cells in vitro without harming healthy tissue, making it an essential tool for relapse prevention. Even more remarkable, mistletoe stimulates bone marrow activity, reinforcing the immune defense and reducing vulnerability to infection.
After my infusions, I met with Dr. Hatim, my onsite oncologist, to review my progress and next steps. He was pleased with how things were moving forward, and as always, our discussion took a philosophical turn. We spoke about the idea that “Perception is Conception,” which mirrors the Islamic teaching that Allah is to us as we perceive Him—“I am as my servant thinks of Me…” (Bukhari, Muslim). But the lesson extends beyond —it applies to how we view others. Too often, we assume the worst about people’s intentions, when real wisdom lies in giving the benefit of the doubt. This realization felt freeing. Another layer of negativity lifted, making space for peace, clarity, and positivity.
Back in my apartment, I looked forward to my Keto protein vanilla shake and midday prayer, before heading to my final treatment of the day—Liver poultice therapy. The poultice soaked in Milfoil tea, known for its ability to regulate liver metabolism and improve circulation, played its role in my detox process. The poultice, snugly wrapped over my liver with a couple of hot water bottles, encouraged my body to release toxins and ease gastrointestinal discomfort. As I lay there, I reflected on the wisdom of nature. How did we come to rely so heavily on conventional medicine when so much healing is already woven into the earth? This thought lingered until sleep gently took over.
Later in the afternoon, the clinic driver took me to a local bio store to restock some keto-friendly fruits, but exhaustion hit me like a wave upon returning. Why the sudden crash? Was it the detox? The cancer? Was my body fighting so intensely that I physically felt the battle? I had planned to explore Kassel, but in that moment, rest felt more urgent than curiosity.
Crawling into bed, tossing and turning, I had a somewhat restless night. Mmm, could it be the Strawberry Moon? Perhaps it’s time to consider a parasite cleanse with the next moon cycle. In Islam, we fast on the “white days”—the 13th, 14th, and 15th of each of the Islamic lunar months, when the moon is at its fullest and most radiant. It’s said that during the full moon, sleep quality declines as melatonin levels drop, perhaps explaining why I felt so utterly drained.
Some days feel light, others weigh heavier, but each one carries me forward. Healing isn’t linear—it’s a rhythm between energy and exhaustion, reflection and movement, patience and surrender. And I trust in that rhythm—the ebb and flow of healing, the unseen wisdom guiding my steps. I trust in Allahs’ divine plan, knowing that every challenge carries purpose, every hardship refines the soul.
Patience is more than waiting—it is surrender with grace, faith without hesitation, and hope without condition. So I will be patient, not just in this journey but in all that is destined for me, believing with certainty that where there is struggle, there is mercy, where there is uncertainty, there is divine precision.
And with that trust, I move forward. 💛 Alhamudlillah for another day!