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Setbacks Are The Best Motivators Of All!

Are you able to get up when you’ve been knocked down? It’s a key to progress. Here’s a powerful ‘helping hand’ to get you off the floor. It’s lifting me daily. Give it a go!

The undefeated martial arts world champion had the 200 advertising and media agency CEOs spellbound as she told her story of resilience. Her world changed instantly while at the height of her sporting prowess. The diagnosis: cancer. Then a letter arrived, from her ‘sensei’ (teacher) – her most valued mentor and coach. In it, just one sentence.

The Best Christmas Gift Anyone Can Ever Receive – From Me, To You

I received a powerful and welcomed Christmas gift this week. It’s so meaningful that I am going to give it to you. And then ask you to pass it on – to as many people you can. This gift is summed up in a four letter word. Here it is.

I hope (from the bottom of my heart) you will read this post to the end. Then take action. Go on- do it. Please. Probably 90 seconds and it will be done. After all, it’s my last post for the year (Possums will be back mid-January). In fact, as an extra bonus, there are two stories in this one post: linked, meaningful, reflective. Perfect for this time of year.

You see, I was given a great gift this week, and also the opportunity to give others a similar gift. And this gift is summed up in one, very simple word. It is something we all need in our lives.

What Happened This Week When They Found A Tumor In My Throat

“Yip- it looks like a cancer,” the specialist sighed, pointing to the video picture of the tumor growing out of my vocal chords.

“Treatable?” I asked, petrified. “Oh yes,” he replied. “But not necessarily curable.” This was last Monday. So began the worst week of my life. Here’s what happened next.

My voice had been getting increasingly hoarse for months. “Acid reflux caused by increasing size of your gut,” the GP had counseled. Then I struggled swallowing. And could only speak in a whisper. So to the specialist I went last Monday. He had the bedside manner of a cobra, found a tumor, speculated cancer, gave zero reassurance.

“I’ll remove it surgically if I can on Wednesday. Then pathology. If cancer, come to the hospital next Tuesday and we’ll advice treatment. If it’s early stage cancer, then likely more surgery and radiation. If spread, then chemotherapy too and a 50/50 survival chance. If spread a lot, then not much we can do.” And that was it. I walked out into the sunlight devastated. So began the five worst days of my life… days underpinned by one terrible thing: