My cancer cells must fade and die today:
Must fade and die without their needed food.
My stomach needs a blesséd, short reprieve,
So cancer cells will have to fade and die.
Though foods may call and offer short term joy,
Some cancer here is scheduled now to die;
And self-control must reign though weakness rise,
And such harsh action makes me want to cry.
While hungers rise and weakness cries aloud,
While everything and nothing calls it off,
Tomorrow this day’s triumph makes me proud,
And proudly I will tally death’s die off.
For cancer cells will weaken, fade, and die,
While my own strength and health today increase.
Though illness lurked and rooted, standing by,
Today with Heaven’s grace, ‘twill start to cease:
Some cancer cells are slated here to die:
My cancer cells must fade and die today.
December 14, 2020
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”
Philippians 4:13 KJV
I hope no one reading this gets the idea that I love starving myself or that I do this often, though my goal is to eventually have two non-consecutive days each week in which I either eat one late meal after giving my stomach 20-36 hours off. Last night, my last meal finished around 10:15. After arriving home late from a class, when my husband offered to make me a hamburger, I thought I died and went to heaven. Of course, I wanted him to make me a hamburger, and it was fabulous! Earlier that day, I ate any number of fruits and veggies and proteins, plus the most delicious chocolate I made myself from softened butter, blood-orange-infused olive oil, sea salt, raw cacao, and raw honey. If you experiment with the ingredients in small amounts, you can find a version you like of this, so long as you don’t mind runny chocolate that must either be eaten all at once, shared with friends, or refrigerated short-term.
After overdosing on sugar regularly for over 25 years, I’m finding my body needs rest. My stomach loves a little vacation from time to time. And I can cannibalize old, weak cells while my stomach relaxes; I can cannibalize the time I would have spent cooking, eating, and cleaning on doing other things instead; and I can cannibalize the money I didn’t spend on extra food for extra yarn for projects, or extra musical instruments. It’s a win-win-win, for sure. At the moment, I am starting to step into the idea of regular, intermittent fasting, but with limited success. I want to enjoy food like Jesus did: eating to live, loving every bite, but training myself not to overindulge over long periods of time. There’s a time for feasting. And a time for fasting. Today is a fasting day, and in His mercy, just a few weeks ago, God gave me this poem to encourage me along the way. I pray it encourages you, too.