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As told to Nicole Audrey Spector<\/em><\/p>\n I started experiencing shortness of breath in my late 20s. I went to several doctors over the years who all listened to my lungs and said they were clear. Eventually, I was diagnosed with asthma.<\/p>\n Each healthcare provider prescribed me an inhaler and then sent me on my way. But the inhalers didn\u2019t help much, and my shortness of breath gradually got worse. When I was 31 and pregnant with my daughter, I felt a glob in my throat and coughed it up. It was bright-red blood. I was stunned. It shook me to my core and I quickly called my doctor. <\/p>\n \u201cYou probably just coughed too hard,\u201d the doctor said. <\/p>\n I explained that I didn\u2019t feel the need to cough until I felt the glob of blood. But because it was a single event, she recommended we wait until after I gave birth to get an X-ray because of the radiation. I felt comfortable waiting \u2014 I had no reason to object \u2014 and it didn\u2019t happen again.<\/p>\n I had a chest X-ray after my daughter was born, and it came back clear. There was, it seemed, nothing to worry about. <\/p>\n For many months, I was OK \u2014 except for the shortness of breath. I lived on a farm and was a pet groomer, so I decided I just had allergies. <\/p>\n Back when I was first diagnosed with asthma, I began seeing an acupuncturist to help with my breathing and fatigue. In the months after I coughed up the glob of blood, she recommended cupping \u2014 an alternative medicine procedure where a therapist puts special cups on your skin to create suction and draw fluid into the area. Some find it can help with a variety of health issues, including back and neck pain, migraine attacks, and immunity. It helped my fatigue a lot, and she believed it could help ease my shortness of breath. <\/p>\n But a couple days after the cupping therapy, I coughed up a huge amount of blood. And this time it didn\u2019t stop. <\/p>\n I called my mother, who was a nurse, and she basically ordered me to go to my doctor. It was Thanksgiving weekend. I visited several emergency rooms only to be given another inhaler and sent home when the X-rays came back clear. Once my doctor could see me after the long weekend, I went in with my still-breastfeeding daughter in tow. My doctor took my symptoms seriously and ordered a bronchoscopy for me the next morning. <\/p>\n And that was the day my life changed forever. <\/p>\n Susan and her daughter, 1998<\/small><\/p>\n The bronchoscopy revealed I had a tumor behind my bronchi that had started to bleed. The tumor had probably been there for a while, but X-rays didn\u2019t show it because it was hidden. We needed 3D imaging to see it. <\/p>\n I was partially sedated and pretty out of it when I heard the word \u201ccarcinoma.\u201d I knew that possibly meant cancer. My mind and heart raced as best they could under the sedation. <\/p>\n Soon, the surgeon came in and broke the news to me. It was a worst-case scenario: Not only did I have lung cancer, but the tumor needed to come out or I would literally drown in my own blood. He said I would need to be admitted immediately and have surgery the next day. <\/p>\n Upon hearing the horrific news, I went into shock. I started shaking uncontrollably and couldn\u2019t breathe deeply or think clearly. <\/p>\n This was all completely impossible-sounding to me. My baby was in the waiting room. All I could think was, \u201cWhat if I die and she has no mother?\u201d <\/p>\n I listened to the medical experts, as well as to my hugely supportive family and best friend, and I stayed in the hospital for two weeks. I had an eight-hour surgery called a thoracotomy. Two-thirds of my right lung were removed. <\/p>\n During the weeks and months following the surgery, I thought a lot about what had caused this dreadful disease. I had smoked for three years during a super stressful job as a social worker. But I quit smoking seven years before my diagnosis. The doctors told me that my relatively brief smoking history was \u201cnot medically significant.\u201d In other words, they didn\u2019t think my smoking habit had been serious or long enough to cause lung cancer. <\/p>\n Fortunately, my cancer was revealed to be stage 1, meaning it had not spread to other organs. The surgery was a success and the doctors removed all the cancer. I did not need chemotherapy or any other treatments, and today I am cancer-free. <\/p>\n In the time since this all happened, I\u2019ve deepened my understanding of the unbreakable link between the body and mind. I\u2019ve thought about my own experiences and what I was going through when I likely first developed lung cancer: I was finally going to therapy to process abuse I\u2019d endured many years prior. <\/p>\n Trauma had lived inside me for decades. Eventually, I believe, it literally took my breath away. <\/p>\n I believe that there is something not only to the concept of \u201cmind over matter,\u201d but also to the idea of \u201cmind under<\/em> matter,\u201d meaning that stressors in the mind can show up in the body. That\u2019s why I\u2019m a huge advocate of processing and healing trauma to help prevent and\/or cope with physical disease. <\/p>\n This isn\u2019t to say that I don\u2019t value western medicine. It saved my life \u2014 but so did that acupuncturist who, I believe, through cupping therapy, unintentionally triggered the bleeding that caused me to seek medical attention. <\/p>\n Now, I teach yoga and own a yoga studio \u2014 something I never imagined for myself before cancer \u2014 and I endorse a holistic understanding of one\u2019s self. I work to support other women who are living with or have survived cancer. I encourage them to process their thoughts and feelings and to find their own internal voice. <\/p>\n There\u2019s a wise woman in all of us. Listen to her.<\/p>\n This resource was created with support from<\/em> Merck.<\/em><\/p>\n Have a Real Women, Real Stories of your own you want to share? <\/em>Let us know<\/em>.<\/em><\/p>\n Our Real Women, Real Stories are the authentic experiences of real-life women. 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