Ever since I was little, I have felt everything. As a child, I could feel the energy of the animals, the plants, the trees, as well as the energy and feelings of everyone around me. Basically, the world itself. It wasn’t until I was a teenager, however, that I became tuned into what being an empath and intuitive actually meant, and it opened my heart and mind even more. I wanted to understand the deeper meaning of our life on this planet, as well as to learn as much as I could about our soul’s purpose for being here. My life’s quest became about learning and living the true spiritual nature of who we are on every level of being. What I know for sure is that I have always had a deep and profound caring for humanity, animals and this planet, and I wanted to serve . . . to make the world a better place. I also know that everything in our life is here for us—to help us grow, to expand, to heal and to love. Even when it takes us to the darkest night of our soul. . .

Fast-forward to May 30th, 2019 . . . There I was, inspired while immersed in the WSSC (World Spinning & Sports Conference) in Miami. I was there courtesy of Mad Dogg Athletics as one of their Spinning® Digital instructors—dreaming of presenting at next year’s conference. I had all of these ideas for creative rides that I could do, as well as talks that I could present . . . I was excited!

Excited & ready to take classes at the WSSC in Miami, May 2019

In the zone at the WSSC. May 2019

In the zone at the WSSC. May 2019

Having fun at the WSSC in Miami... poolside!

Having fun at the WSSC in Miami… poolside!

Sidenote: Only a few days later I was on a plane with five of my clients on our way to the Andes and Machu Picchu in Peru. It was another one of those things I was blessed to do—take people to an incredible and mystical part of the world for an unforgettable, life-changing journey of the heart, mind, body and spirit. As always, the trip didn’t disappoint. This was what my business, State of the Heart Fitness, was all about—helping people to connect to their hearts in every way, physically, emotionally and spiritually, especially while connecting with Mother Earth. I’ve always been so grateful to have a career that combines my love for people, health, fitness, nature, spirituality and travel.

Atop a 15,000+ pass in Peru enroute to Machu Picchu

Atop a 15,000+ foot pass in Peru enroute to Machu Picchu

Me with my clients having a magical time communing with Pachamamma!

Me with my clients having a magical time communing with Pachamamma!

Loving life in Peru

Loving life in Peru

We made it! Overlooking Machu Picchu at the Sun Gate!

We made it! Overlooking Machu Picchu at the Sun Gate!

Little did I know, when I was away on those two inspiring trips, what was about to cross my path less than a couple of months later. On August 8th, 2019, my life changed forever when my doctor told me I had cancer . . .

Fade to black . . . For a brief moment that felt like eternity, everything went silent.

As though I had been hit by a train and was coming back into consciousness, I slowly gathered myself after getting that mind-numbing call. I could barely move. I was in complete shock. I did everything I could to find the strength to phone my parents and beloved friends while being overcome with a guttural scream I had never known, “I am not going to die! I still have too much to do and live for! You need to know this! I AM NOT GOING TO DIE!”

No words can adequately describe the feeling of that moment. Writing about it brings back the intensity and fear of that horrendous reality. To say my life changed drastically in ways I could’ve never imagined is an understatement. All of a sudden—in stark contrast to my 50 years of being the “healthiest person anyone knew”—my life was no longer about Spinning® and playlists. Instead it was about everything oncology . . . CT and PET scans, blood draws, procedures that drained fluid from my abdomen, as well as an immediate and complete hysterectomy at UCLA Medical Center on August 22nd.

OMG. How did I go from the top of a 15,000+ foot mountain pass in Peru—literally feeling on top of the world just two months prior—to laying in a hospital bed wondering what happened? How did I get here? It was beyond painful in every way.

Coming out of surgery at UCLA Medical Center on August 22nd, 2019. A long way away from the Andes in Peru.

Coming out of surgery at UCLA Medical Center on August 22nd, 2019. A long way away from the Andes in Peru.

With Mom and Dad.

With Mom and Dad.

Movement equals life! Walking with Mom and Dad at the hospital.

Movement equals life! Walking with Mom and Dad at the hospital.

Throughout my entire twenty-five+ year career as an Exercise Physiologist, Wellness Heart Coach and Spinning® Instructor, I preached about how the body is a miracle and innately programmed to heal no matter what.

I also taught about how any physical ailment or illness is simply the body’s way of sharing that somewhere along the road we got out of alignment with our heart and soul. Knowing this, I had to quickly remind myself that if I was experiencing some form of “dis-ease”—in my case, ovarian cancer—my body was crying out for immediate attention to where I had gone astray.

But wow, did I really believe that now or was it just lip service? It seemed that life was giving me a really HUGE opportunity to sort out what I really believed . . . amidst the fear. Let’s face it, when you think of cancer, you think death. No warm fuzzies, so you better tune in and get yourself together if you want to live. Cancer doesn’t mess around.

So, despite the frantic pace at which my life was spinning (but not in the way I wanted to be Spinning®)—going from one appointment to another everyday—I tuned in and still managed to experience moments of peace and inner calm, which seemed surreal in the midst of what I was going through.

Yet, as a believer that nothing happens without a reason, and that ultimately we give every life experience the meaning with which we live, I remembered the teachings from Louise Hay, author of the book (and a bible of mine for many years) called You Can Heal Your Life. As one who cured herself from cancer in the ‘70s, she became a revolutionary teacher regarding the intimate connection between physical ailments, illness and disease and their corresponding emotional root cause. Essentially, if there is any suppressed or stuck energy, it will manifest in the physical body in one way or another. Apparently mine manifested as cancer. It felt so harsh.

Again, throughout my career, I had always taught my clients and students about the miracle of the body . . . that it is our friend, our messenger and the stage on which we shine our unique light into the world. I also taught that the body is reflection of what is really going on inside our mental, emotional and spiritual levels, as well as the fact that every cell within the body is divinely programmed for health and balance. So if there is some form of “dis-ease”—whether it be back pain, high blood pressure or cancer—somewhere we’ve gotten off track.

Well, life was sure giving me an opportunity to dig deep and truly walk the talk—not to mention, put those beliefs and concepts into practice. Did I really believe that? In the midst of it all, it was easy to be consumed with fear, but the truth is, through cancer, life had given me the chance—and the gift—to live my truth on every level.

So, in my effort to make sense of how cancer found its way to me, I was fascinated to learn about the emotional connection Louise Hay described in her book when she discussed cancer. The key words that stood out to me, in particular, were “profound grief.” Whew. Yes. That hit deeply for me because the previous two years had been full of so much loss and grief.

On May 29, 2017, I experienced the biggest and most heart-wrenching loss of my life when Little Miss, my beloved horse and soul companion since I was 13, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She was 36, and I was so blessed to spend 35 magical years with her. She was my absolute best friend, my anchor and strength, and my safe place in this crazy world. But most of all, she was my greatest teacher about myself and life. I often said she was a Zen Master who came in the form of a horse to teach me, and I was her attentive and blessed disciple. So on that fateful day, when I was there with several other loved ones to witness Little Miss take her last breath, my world instantly changed – much like the grieving I experienced when I heard the doctor say, “You have cancer.” I wasn’t the same. My grounding in this physical world was gone.

Miss & me on the beach in Santa Barbara for her 30th birthday. May, 2011.  Photo credit: Stacey Whittle

Miss & me on the beach in Santa Barbara for her 30th birthday. May, 2011.
Photo credit: Stacey Whittle

Saying goodbye to my sweet girl. May 29, 2017.

Saying goodbye to my sweet girl. May 29, 2017.

That next year and the year following, I experienced yet more losses, including the death of a dear long-time client of mine as well as losing a best friend to a geographic move across the country. Then there was the death of Little Miss’s companion, a horse named Josh, as well as the unexpected closing of the Fitness Center at the Loews Santa Monica Beach Hotel where I had my business (and community) for 17 years.

It was rough, to say the least. All the same, I continued to go through the motions as I always had. Anyone watching would have seen “Lisa,” that strong, buoyant, happy-go-lucky Spinning® Instructor I always was. In truth, I was far from it.

Instead, inside, beneath what appeared on the surface, I felt horribly lost, disoriented and displaced. In fact, after my trip to Peru, I distinctly remember feeling like I didn’t know where I was going anymore. Yes, I had goals, like presenting the next year at WSSC, but there was a HUGE gaping hole in my heart—a well of grief that seemed to have no bottom. In the meantime, I wondered . . . Where was I going? What did I want to do? What was my purpose anymore? Did I even have one? It was the first time in my 50 years where I didn’t really know . . . I couldn’t see a bigger picture, and it scared me.

Enter cancer.

Who would ever dream that it had come as the greatest gift to heal me? Yes, heal me. (Note, I am still in process.)

Long story short, after my surgery in August of 2019, I worked diligently doing my part in healing on every level, from changing to a primarily plant-based, low-carb diet (cancer loves sugar), to daily meditation, to acupuncture, to oxygen therapy, to high dose vitamin C IV therapy, to deep emotional and spiritual work, to studying the amazing and somewhat supernatural teachings of Dr. Joe Dispenza which demonstrate the power of our minds when it comes to meditation and healing. And despite a major staph infection in my incision that caused debilitating pain for weeks, within 2 months my cancer marker number (CA125), my bloodwork and my CT scan were all normal! No chemo even though it was pushed intensely, even with my normal numbers.

Being a physiologist and having an extensive understanding of the body, it didn’t make any sense to me to hit my immune system with chemo when it was already down from the infection. Yes, I was going “against” what was considered common practice in treating cancer—and that came with its own fear, as you can imagine—but I believed there was more to healing than what we are often taught by allopathic medicine. Chemotherapy could treat the symptom (the tumor and cancer cells) but it didn’t address the emotional root cause and that was what I was determined to do so that I could truly heal and bring my being back to its natural state of health and balance.

The next few months were about deep soul healing for me. Meditation and blessing my body became my daily ritual, while learning to truly listen to and honor my body like never before. I found myself coming to the belief that any sickness, physical ailment or “dis-ease” was merely our body’s invitation—a calling out of sorts—to love and accept one’s self in a more complete way. I always felt like I was good at taking care of my body and myself, but cancer made me take a painfully honest look at how true—or not—that was leading up to my diagnosis . . . in other words, the first 50 years of my life. I awakened to much in regard to how the “healthiest person” in many people’s eyes, including my own, had gotten so far out of balance, when on the surface I appeared strong and could carry the world—my persona throughout my entire life. I could do anything. Until I couldn’t . . .

An overachiever. A doer. An athlete. A business owner. An educator. An author. A traveler of the world. I wouldn’t say I was a perfectionist but I certainly aimed high in whatever I pursued. Everyone in my family, as well as my friends, knew that I could do just about anything and I would do it well because I was determined. When life got tough, I got tougher. My mind and body were strong and I pushed. Because that’s what lifelong athletes do so well, right?

Yeah, but unfortunately, it came with a price. I was chronically lacking in sleep, up at 5:30 every morning to teach my classes or train my clients by 6 a.m.. Being a natural night owl I’d be up until 11 or midnight. I often ate on the run—“healthy” but on the run, nonetheless. Fruit and protein bars were my thing. Seems fine, right? I mean, it wasn’t processed food, but was it really fine?

Again, the body is our divine messenger; it gives us signs when things aren’t quite in balance and those signs are usually subtle at first. A little high blood pressure. A little back pain. Some digestive issues. We think it’s not a big deal. Yet, our body is trying to tell us something. For me, looking back at the year prior to my diagnosis, the signs were there. I had gotten shingles after a period of great stress. This was a definite sign that my immunity was low. Six months later my annual physical found my Hemoglobin A1c (an average measure of one’s blood sugar over a 3-month period) to be pre-diabetic! In other words, consistently high blood sugar.

Again, I asked, WHAT?! Me? Lisa Brisse? The “healthiest person” anyone knew? How is that possible? I chalked it up to menopause and just kept marching on. But little did I know—until six months later when it all culminated with a cancer diagnosis—that my body was clearly telling me something was wrong and it needed to be addressed. I admit, for once it had my full attention. Yep. I was listening.

Knowing what I know now, after tons of hours of research in the past year and a half, I believe that cancer doesn’t just randomly happen. And as much as we are led to believe that we should, we can’t blame it on our genes. Studies are showing that genetics are only about 10% responsible (I did genetic testing and I didn’t even have the genes that one would serve as pre-cursors for cancer!), which means that the “mystery” lies in the field of epigenetics . . . the study of how our thoughts, beliefs and lifestyle choices “trigger” certain genes to come alive at certain times. In doing my research, I discovered that more often than not, cancer commonly strikes in the midst of hugely emotionally and mentally stressful times . . . such as a loss of a loved one, a divorce, a mid-life crisis, a change of careers, etc. Basically, any experiences in our life over a prolonged period of time that cause our bodies to operate in a chronic state of stress.

Here’s what I know for sure: stress kills. Especially prolonged stress where the body does not get time to repair and recover from our daily stressors. In this state, the stress hormones such as cortisol literally break down our immune system, leaving us vulnerable to a simple cold (ever notice college kids all seem to get sick around the end of a semester?) . . . to cancer if the conditions are right over a long period of time. The body and its immunity simply can’t keep up.

With that said, cancer, for me, was the wake-up call that literally awakened me to how the two years leading up to my diagnosis broke me down. From the emotional stress due to all the loss I had experienced, to the physical stress my body was under by being chronically sleep deprived, to eating on the run and eating lots of fruit (high in sugar even though we often think of it as a “good” form of sugar, but again, cancer thrives on sugar), to teaching 4-5 high intensity Spinning® classes a week. Not that Spinning® and exercise are bad; they aren’t, but high intensity exercise causes physical stress in the body which, given all other factors and a lack of rest, repair and recovery (mostly through sleep), can contribute to “dis-ease” in the imbalanced body, heart, mind and spirit. Especially when we are constantly pushing ourselves, thinking we are just “toughing it out.”

Yes, as athletes, we often hear, “no pain, no gain.” Personally, as an Exercise Physiologist, I very much dislike that concept, particularly when it’s applied inappropriately. Yes, we know that to make gains in our physical training, we have to stretch ourselves and push beyond the comfort zone, but as I always tell my clients, there is a difference between pain and discomfort. Discomfort is fine, but physical pain—such as pushing through an injury or any place where our body is clearly sending the signal of “NO, this is too much” such as light-headedness, dizziness, nausea, or sharp shooting pains—isn’t a badge of “toughness.” Rather it’s a sign we are not listening to and honoring the communication from our body. As Dr. Sue Morter says, our soul communicates with us through our body and our body relays the information to our mind, but often the mind doesn’t want to listen—for various reasons—and this is what inevitably gets us in trouble. I’ve worked with enough athletes and type A’s over the years to know. Plus, I was one of them. To say this has been a humbling journey is an understatement.

After all my numbers dropped to normal in October of 2019, I began living with a whole new appreciation for life and my health, as one could imagine. In January 2020 I just started back to subbing Spinning® classes again and I was thrilled beyond words, yet cautious. It’s easy to have PTSD after living through something as traumatic as cancer. Yet I felt so grateful and was ready to get back into my groove with my new awareness and wisdom. And that’s when Covid hit in March, and as happens with a cancer diagnosis, all of a sudden the world changed on a dime and hasn’t been the same since.

I admit I got scared like everyone else. Unfortunately, I stopped all of my supportive natural therapies like acupuncture, oxygen therapy and my vitamin C IV’s, just because I thought it was best to quarantine. After what felt like dodging the bullet of cancer, I certainly didn’t want to contract an invisible virus that we knew nothing about at the time. In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best decision but who can say? Despite it all, I did go back to teaching for Mad Dogg and Spinning Digital® in May and June of last year. It felt amazing to be back. I was so happy and life felt good! But sadly, it was short-lived. In mid-July I got news that shattered me once again. I had a recurrence.

I can’t even express the devastation and fear that immediately consumed me. I honestly didn’t know what more I could do. I felt helpless and hopeless. I hit the floor with my knees and cried.

Now what?

At that point I learned that my ego and personal will could only take me so far. I had to surrender everything to God. Everything. Including my life, my path and my fate. I literally had to let it all go because I was too exhausted trying to control any of it and the truth is, I couldn’t. But surrendering didn’t mean I was giving up. No way. I have too much to live for and was determined to do all I could, even though I wasn’t sure what that was at the time.

Fast forward to now, March 2021 . . .

The last eight months brought me a whole new level of challenges. If I thought the first bout in 2019 took me to the depths of my soul, this second round has stripped me to the absolute core.

Since July, I went through a series of low-dose chemo treatments (a more gentle but targeted form of chemo) at the Cancer Center for Healing in Irvine, CA. It was helping. But on October 6th, another blow. I had to go through yet another major abdominal surgery due to a bowel obstruction caused by the tumor. I was hospitalized this time at Saint John’s Hospital in Santa Monica and was on an IV (no food) for 8 days. I lost ten pounds I couldn’t afford to lose. Needless to say, it was a rough week. Not just for the obvious reasons of the surgery itself, but also for what anesthesia does to the body and the intestines. For anyone who has been there, you know. It shuts it all down for days and you can’t eat until the pipes wake up! I remember laying there miserable when I got a hugely important phone call from one of my dear friends, Riley, also a fellow Spinning® instructor. I’ll never forget her much needed words in that moment. She said, “Lisa, get yourself some headphones, find one of your favorite Spinning® playlists, and visualize yourself teaching. It’s time to get things moving in your body so close your eyes and let that music move you. Imagine you’re on that bike movin’ and groovin’ inspiring your peeps like you’ve always done and will do again!”

Wow! It was amazing how quickly the vibration of joy hit the cells in my body. As I’ve always said, our cells hear everything we think; they take cues from where we put our mind. As soon as that music came on and speaking out loud as though I was teaching, my whole body began to hum; cell memory at its finest! I was amused by the nurses’ reactions when they’d walk into my room and see me in my hospital bed with a smile on my face “dancing” in the very limited way I could. Probably not something they see very often, if ever. But, guess what? It worked! The next morning we were in business! The pipes were moving too! OMG! Thank you, Riley!

All in all, despite the bummer of having to go through another surgery, there was a silver lining. In the process they were able to remove about 80% of the cancer and repair the incisional hernia I had been living with since January of 2020. I was so relieved about the hernia because it had been a constant source of physical and mental stress for me.

Having a moment of prayer with Mother Mary at Saint John's Hospital. 10.6.21

Having a moment of prayer with Mother Mary at Saint John’s Hospital. 10.6.21

Getting my walking in before my surgery.  Movement equals life.

Getting my walking in before my surgery. Movement equals life.

Unfortunately after four weeks of recovery, a CT scan revealed that the remaining cancer had gotten aggressive and was showing up on my liver. Ugh. Now a big decision needed to be made. To my huge dismay, my western oncologist and naturopathic oncologist both agreed that I needed to do traditional chemotherapy . . . six rounds starting November 12th. Now I wasn’t just scared about the cancer, I was also scared about chemo and what it would do to my body. I prayed as I cried myself to sleep the night before my first chemo session wondering if I was doing the right thing. I was in emotional agony and needed some kind of sign to indicate that I was going to be okay.

Amazingly enough, the next morning I woke up with peace in my heart and the message I heard from within was, “cancer is deeply personal depending on what the journey is for every person’s growth of their soul. There is no right or wrong way. There is only your way. Feeling what feels appropriate to YOU is key and every single person is different. But the bigger lesson here is seeing God and the Divine in ALL of life, even—and especially—those things we judge as ‘bad.’”

With that, I wiped away any tears and put my game face on; it was time to change the energy. So that’s when I suggested to my friends/caretakers, Stacey and Gigi, that instead of being consumed with fear, we needed to dance before my first session that morning. Click on the link below . . .

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Again, as a physiologist I have told my clients over the years that medications are not a cure or a solution, but there is a time and place. For example, if one has severely high blood pressure, a medication is necessary to help alleviate the immediate danger, and in turn, allow time to change to healthier ways to support our bodies and bring ourselves back into balance. This is what I reminded myself. Also, knowing how powerful the mind is when it comes to healing, I knew I had to reframe my thoughts about chemo if I wanted it to help me. Instead of being afraid, I moved into acceptance and literally blessed it, thanking it for being a tool that was helping my body to get over the “hump” while doing everything I could: exercising daily, meditating, getting enough sleep, eating well, taking specific supplements, acupuncture, energy medicine sessions, vitamin C and Curcumin IV’s, doing deep emotional therapy, diaphragmatic breathing (to shift my nervous system from the stress response to the relaxation response), as well as focusing on keeping myself in a state of joy and gratitude to help heal.

Stress and fear = no healing. Joy and gratitude = peace within the body = healing.

I also reminded myself that in life, we may not be able to control all of our circumstances, but what we do have the power to control is our mindset and the thoughts that we think. In other words, we don’t always get to decide what happens in our life, but we do get to decide who we want to be in relation to what’s happening. In that regard, we are the masters of our being and the creators of our lives in every moment, no matter what.

I am happy to say that at the time of this writing, I recently finished my last round of chemo (my 6th of 6) as of March 11th. My cancer tumor marker number is back to normal and I’m feeling strong, healthy, vibrant and joyful once again. I’m back to training and coaching some clients as well teaching some of my online classes on Zoom twice a week. I’m even subbing some online Spinning® classes thanks to Mad Dogg Athletics who donated a bike to me back in November to literally help get me back in the saddle! Oh my! What a gift! It has brought me so much joy and has been hugely instrumental in my healing! Thank you, Mad Dogg! I’m keeping my eye on the prize visualizing being back in the studio for Spinning Digital® as soon as my body says, “yes.”

Back on the Spinning bike!

Back on the Spinning bike!

And of course, we had to dance before my last chemo session (make sure you dance with us!):

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Yes, I’m bald, but trust me, there are way worse things in life. Much worse. And to be honest, it’s actually kind of liberating (I had to accept, reframe and surrender to that as well). I feel humbled and amazed at the miracle that my body is and how willing it has been to heal. The surreal thing is, other than hair loss and a little bit of neuropathy, I have hardly had any side effects from the chemo.

We can't always control what happens in life, but we can choose how to respond to it. In every moment, who do we choose to be?

We can’t always control what happens in life, but we can choose how to respond to it. In every moment, who do we choose to be?

Embracing the gift of life!

Embracing the gift of life!

What do I attribute that to? I don’t know exactly—I’m sure it’s been a combination of everything I’ve been doing—but can’t help but speculate that daily movement and exercise have been key. My clients would tell you I always say, “movement equals life,” because it does. Mindful, intentional movement tells the body in every moment that we are choosing life! We are choosing to be here now, and in this moment, I am alive and well! Every single day, even in the hospital, I would walk however long I could. Every single day I have done some form of strengthening exercises even if it was calf raises while brushing my teeth. Every single day I have told my body that everything is going to be okay, that I am listening, and that together we can handle whatever comes our way. And every day, through every powerful and conscious breath, I surrender my life to something greater than myself.

I admit that in surrendering to my vulnerability—which means letting go of the ego . . . not easy for any of us because it fights like crazy to feel in control—I have softened, opening myself to a more loving partnership with myself and my body. Let’s be honest. Most of our lives we use and abuse our bodies, and the truth is, we abandon them long before they ever abandon us. But this is what illness or “dis-ease” is all about. Not only is it a call from our soul, but it is a sacred invitation to love and accept ourselves in a deeper, more honest and authentic way. It is an opportunity to heal ourselves on all levels—physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

Here’s what I know for sure: Every day and every moment is an absolute gift and frankly, I feel like I’ve been reborn on every level. I am so beyond grateful for everything I have been through, and I mean everything. As difficult and dark as this journey has been at times—where the only thing that got me through the most harrowing of times was just breathing and praying—it has also been the greatest gift. Yes, I don’t know what the future holds—no one does—but I do know this is a moment-to-moment journey and will be forever. Yes, “life is a journey, not a destination.” But after all I have gone through, I would expand on that. Life is a journey—for sure—but it is also a destination and that destination is RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. There simply is no other “place” to be.

To summarize, I would share that facing a potentially terminal illness, I have become aware of so much. And one of those things is that no matter who we are, and whether we realize it or not, we are all experiencing a “terminal illness,” and that would be life itself. None of us is guaranteed time no matter what age or how “healthy” we may be. But in addition to that, even though most may fear death, I would dare to say that there is an even greater fear that looms for many, if not all, and that is the fear of living . . . living an honest, authentic, joy-filled life.

Yes, this journey for me is ongoing. Yes, my healing is a daily and moment-to-moment invitation to listen to my body, to observe the thoughts and stories I tell myself, as well as to feel the emotions that need to be felt. What we feel, we can heal. And truth be told, I am so grateful and excited about all of it! I feel like the caterpillar that is now finding her butterfly wings! A newer, more expanded, enlightened and compassionate Lisa!

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Thank you, Cancer. Thank you for holding up the mirror. Thank you for the “tough love.” Thank you for helping me to awaken and heal. Thank you for reminding me not to waste one single moment of life. Thank you for the gift of right now.




Below is my most recent video update. Click on the image below.


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Special note to all who have supported me in various ways on this journey, words can’t describe my gratitude. I wouldn’t be here without you. Thank you for your love, your prayers, your meditations, and your donations during this time. You have lifted me, helped me and touched my heart so deeply.

A special thanks to:

My family and friends. You all know who you are!! Way too many to list here but know you are in my heart!!!!

My doctors: Dr. Sean Fischer, Dr. Anton Bilchik, Dr. Heidi Lucas, Dr. Kristi Harter, Dr. Leigh Erin Connealy, & Dr. Sanaz Memarzadeh,

My acupuncturist, Dr. Atsuki Maeda

My Energy Medicine Practitioner, Camille Pippolo & Bioenergy Healer, Riley McAlpine

My Emotional Healing Therapists: Beth Rosenblatt & Hazel Williams-Carter

My Physical Therapist, Dr. Erin Carr

My Chiropractor, Dr. Alice Grob

…And all of the nurses, doctors and surgeons at Saint John’s Hospital, UCLA Medical Center & the Hyperthermia Cancer Institute in Santa Monica

To visit Lisa’s gofundme page for updates on her continued healing journey and/or if you feel called to donate, click on the image below:

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