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I Dreamt of Sausage
By: Corinna BordenImprint: Balboa Press
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Corinna Borden writes of her tumultuous path toward recovery from Hodgkin's disease in I Dreamt of Sausage . Though it is considered one of the most curable cancers, her search was an arduous one. Borden was not there to follow orders.
From the moment of diagnosis, Borden invites the reader into her head. Along with her experiences with the Western system of health and healing, I Dreamt of Sausage travels with the author from Ann Arbor, Michigan, to Tijuana, Mexico, as she investigates and experiences alternative forms of cancer treatment. Through her personal journal entries and inner-voice discussions, Borden immerses the reader in the emotional and spiritual challenges of cancer treatment with unflinching honesty.
I Dreamt of Sausage is divided into three parts: "Body," "Mind," and "Spirit." "Body" introduces the patient, her diagnosis, and her experiences with chemotherapy. "Mind" delves further into Borden's frustrations with traditional cancer treatments and her decision to pursue alternative medical care. "Spirit" illustrates her newfound ability to witness her thoughts in any medical situation and her broader understanding of health.
I Dreamt of Sausage offers a unique perspective on illness. Borden illustrates the transformation an individual can take from being overwhelmed by physical suffering to choosing internal peace. As Borden says, "The story is about recognizing the voices in your head and choosing which ones to listen to."
"Survival behavior relates to one's personality characteristics. Corinna's book shares many of these factors and makes them easy to understand because she is a native who has lived the problem and can share her experience. It is real and practical and useful for those confronting cancer and other problems."
-Bernie Siegel, MD, author of Faith, Hope & Healing and 365 Prescriptions for the Soul
"This is a MUST-read for anyone dealing with cancer or involved with anyone who is. What do you do when your life is shattered by a cancer diagnosis? What forms of treatment do you choose? Why did you get cancer in the first place? Follow one woman's amazing journey as she shares her innermost thoughts and feelings on her quests for wellness."
-Carolyn L. Mein, DC, author of Releasing Emotional Patterns with Essential Oils and Different Bodies, Different Diets
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| Title of eBook: I Dreamt of Sausage | |
| Release Date: 09-22-2011 | |
| Publisher: Balboa Press |
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| Parent title | I Dreamt of Sausage |
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| SKU | 9781452533995 |
| File size | 1716 |
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I Dreamt of Sausage
Chapter One
Body
Emma's Birthday
I am with my family, 500 miles away from George. It is my first Christmas as a wife. George is working at the hospital.
My beautiful sister had the unfortunate luck to be born right after Christmas. The indulgences of our holiday meal are barely digested before our family launches into another gastronomical trek three days later. Emma's birthday dinner of rabbit and crème brulee is warm and soft in my belly as I fall asleep listening to city buses.
I am sleeping in a twin bed in the guest room. The orangeade glow of the city streetlights floods the ceiling of the white room.
Pain jerks me awake, confused and curious. I gasp as a shooting pain from under my right breast courses through my body, a clenching sharp pain persists for a few seconds, relaxes, and then starts up again. I look down at my chest, orange in the reflected light.
From lying on my side, I shift onto my back. The pain is still intense. I sit up. I pull the comforter up over my shoulders and wait for it to recede.
After 20 minutes of pain, at midnight I call George.
"Hello?" His sleepy voice is low and gravelly.
"I am in pain." My breath comes in gasps.
His voice shifts into terse, worried, and professional. "Where?"
"Tucked under my ribs on the right side, it's really bad. I don't know what's going on." I start to cry.
"Sharp pain, dull pain?"
"Yes. Sure. Both. Either."
"You think you have a fever? Have you vomited?"
"No, no – it really hu
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