Last Spring, at my annual Ob-Gyn check up, my doctor noticed something in my left breast that made her brow crinkle up.
“Nothing to be too concerned about, but I’d like you to get a mammogram just to be sure,” she said.
Only problem is this:
When your doctor crinkles her brow while she’s grabbing your breast, it’s hard to hear the part about not being concerned.
So, during that 3-week mammogram waiting period, here’s the temptation:
Get them to console you. Make them be just as scared as your most scary voices. Call your mother. Relax into the sound of her shock and sympathy and worry.
I know that temptation all too well.
Even worse, I know my mom all too well. Much as I adore her, my Mom would call her best friend, who would then call her two daughters and her best friend, who would send out an email to pretty much everyone in the local catholic diocese.
It would become a Wildfire of Worry.
Ernest Holmes, founder of Religious Science, was an ardent believer in the power of our thoughts. In other words –
EVERYONE is a practitioner.
By that, he means that the power of prayer in the form of thought is in everyone. Thoughts are major energy. Thoughts become things.
So, for instance, if you tell me that you’re scared you’ll lose your job, and I get worried for you losing your job, and I share it with all my friends – then I add my energy to that thought form in the Universe. (Ernest would call this “malpractice.”)
So that day at the Ob-Gyn, as I stood in the parking lot, I made the choice to stop and shift the energy in my head to become something different:
First, I gave myself permission myself be a little scared.
After all, we’re bombarded by the fear of the “C” word in every media outlet around. We women are taught to be terrified of our own breasts at a very early age. (Some women have mastectomies in their 30’s based solely on the “runs in the family” fear!)
Second, I reminded myself of my favorite affirmation.
It’s the one that makes me strong, and keeps me aligned with what I most know to be true:
“My body is wise. My body knows exactly what to do.”
Third, I called my husband.
He is a master of keeping his thoughts in a grounded conscious place.
After that, I told my two best friends, who also know the power of their own thoughts and words.
I deliberately chose not to tell anyone in my family. I wanted clean thoughts and clean energy surrounding the next three weeks. My job was to honor that desire.
Everything turned out fine. The mammogram was clear. All was well.
Now, I’m not claiming to have the magic pill here. But I did share this experience with several of my coaching groups over the summer. I’ve since heard back from several women who later had similar experiences, chose not to spark the “wildfire of worry,” and created their own affirmations or used mine.
In fact, as they’ve supported each other, one affirmation has risen to the surface as the favorite for everyday use, for building trust in our bodies, and overall lightening up of the fear.
“Happy Healthy Boobs!”
Feel free to use it, and become a practitioner yourself!