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In ten days, I'd gone from a happy, carefree 46-year-old to a “diseased” breast cancer patient who was being strongly advised to have a mastectomy, radiation on my breast wall, and then follow a course of life-limiting drugs to both prolong and, indeed, save my life. I didn't even have any symptoms!

The only reason I'd gone along for a private mammogram was due to my increasing fear of cancer. A silent “killer” within that might
suddenly rob me of my fantastic life. I'd been for a skin cancer check. All fine. I'd had a routine colonoscopy, which ended up with me giving the consultant “quite the scare” as I'd crashed from a very mild sedative. All fine. I'd then become increasingly worried about my “dense” breasts. What could they be hiding?

Invasive Lobular Cancer - two tiny malignant cysts and one tiny spiculated mass, but “great” that they/I had caught it so early because that would significantly increase my survival rate and mid to long-term prognosis.

Terrified, I went into Google overdrive, desperately searching for a treatment plan that guaranteed a 100% positive health outcome. The only thing I knew beyond all doubt at that stage was that if I were to have the treatment plan suggested, particularly the general anesthetic, I would not wake up again. I can't tell you how I knew that. I just did. So, I asked for a lumpectomy instead and was told this was impossible.

I then really got to work and started reading as much as I possibly could about cancer. I voraciously studied everything I could get my hands on, from the somatic theory of cancer to the metabolic theory, to terrain theory to Mark Lintern's Cancer Resolution. I consulted a brilliant Functional Oncologist and started the Keto diet, had all my epigenetics looked at and understood
every genetic pathway in my body.

I started meditating daily, rebounding to clear my lymph system, took barefoot walks every morning, learned Qi Gong, went to yoga, started dancing again, singing in an amazing choir, and hill-walking daily. I had my coil removed and stopped HRT. All in an attempt to “cure” these “mutating cells.”

Every test result from my genetic profile, to my blood work, to my hormone test, proved that I was in optimum health, and more importantly, I started to feel in the best health of my life. I then began a deep dive into spontaneous remissions and started researching repurposed drugs. I read everything I could on the mind-body connection and energy healing.

Amidst all this fear and research, I asked my Consultant several times if this was “a biological emergency” - I'd read somewhere that it wasn't. He finally agreed it wasn't, but that I still needed to have the mastectomy as soon as possible in case “it” spread.

Amidst all of the above fast feet paddling beneath the waters of a loving wife and Mum of two gorgeous children, with whom I chose not to share this diagnosis, I began to start to KNOW that I couldn't live my life in fear of cancer returning.

Not only did I know I couldn't have the surgery, but also that the only way I could find any future peace was to find the root cause of cancer definitively. If I knew the root cause, I knew that it could never come back again, and that was true freedom for me. And one tearful, rageful walk around my garden, that is what I asked for!

Cue Danny's book, Terminal Cancer is a Misdiagnosis. I read his book while on holiday, and it felt like a bolt of electricity flew through me. I then read his book on Breast Cancer, which hit me. It was like all the pieces fitting together.

I'd asked the sonographer - “Why I had this type of cancer?” and she replied, “No idea!” but there WAS in German New Medicine a theory that did make complete sense. My husband and I had had many arguments over the previous two years about buying a house and how we each spent money. I had also been deeply worried about his mental and physical health.

I reached out to Danny, who immediately offered to help and suggested I get a brain CT scan. So, I asked everyone if I could get a brain CT scan. Nobody in the medical or naturopathic fields would help or agree to even turn on a CT machine for me. I will never know how I managed to get a scan privately.

Danny read my brain CT scan and confirmed it was indeed a misdiagnosis. The terrifying “tumors” were old calcifications and cysts that had been misdiagnosed by conventional medicine.
The relief was palpable and significant, and still, I had a long journey to walk. Firstly, to untangle myself from traditional medicine, and secondly, to truly trust and believe German New Medicine and my now new “misdiagnosed” status.

I read and learned as much about GNM as possible and continued all my other practices. I returned to my Consultant and thanked him for his kindness and grace, asked him to stop sending me scary letters, and explained how happy I was with the thoroughly researched course I was taking. It was one of the most empowering moments of my life.

Finally, I was in the driver's seat of my health. I will always be grateful for the grace and compassion the consultant and medical staff showed me in that moment; even though they disagreed with my course of action, they acknowledged that it was my body, that the patient always knows best, and how incredibly well I looked and seemed.

So, then you have to walk the walk! I realized I had to form my beliefs so they would form me, but now intentionally. I stripped back everything to my barest self and scrutinized all my beliefs and limitations I'd imposed on myself, or been programmed to believe, with compassion and forgiveness for myself and those around me.

I decided to let go of the person I was to create more space and joy for the person I wanted to become. A person with a profound trust in nature that a sound understanding of GNM invites you to embody fully. I chose, as much as I could, to turn my back on all the fear surrounding cancer, the naysayers and all the scary stories that kept vying for my attention. At the same time, there were times when I STILL felt scared that I'd taken the wrong course.

Six months after the initial misdiagnosis and refusing treatment, I went back to the same hospital and had an ultrasound, and one of the cysts had grown by 50%. This was another opportunity for the Consultant to advise me that I WAS pursuing the wrong, life-threatening path, terrifying my husband this time, who had lovingly stood alongside me throughout.

I then dug deeper into GNM, devoured as much as I could about the Kidney Collecting Tubules (KCT) program that triggers water retention, and understood why tumors can appear to grow. I consulted Danny again and started working with other GNM experts. I surrounded myself with a wonderful GNM community with whom I could talk openly and freely about my misdiagnosis.

I then found my way to further information and multiple scientific reports regarding how many women going for routine mammogram screenings are "over-diagnosed", i.e. prescribed medical protocols that are more life-threatening than the actual diagnosis. I became even more confident about the truth of Dr Hamer's medical discoveries and the unreliability of the metastasis
theory.

After ten months of learning GNM and applying it to all areas of my and my family's lives, I was in the best health of my life, happier
than ever, and had more loving relationships than ever. I decided to write to my medical team proactively, thank them for their repeated letters of concern, and let them know that I didn't require or need any more help now or in the future. I finally felt free. I requested that this be stated clearly on all my medical records.

Six months after my previous Ultrasound, I decided it was time to go for one final scan. I now fully understood what I would see on the ultrasound screen. On the advice of a brilliant GNM practitioner, I made sure to reduce activating the KCT program as much as possible. This would trigger water retention and grow the cysts. Using Danny's Bioswitch technique the night before the scan, I told  my subconscious that I was safe and that there was no need to activate the program.

In the space of a year, what had been misdiagnosed as scary malignant cysts and a spiculated mass were now “…just tiny little cysts.” These were from old challenges that were now resolved in my life, “…nothing to worry about.”

And that was the “proof” I needed to know that GNM is the only medical science I will need to feel truly safe and free in my body ever again.

I cannot thank those who've journeyed along with me enough. Their unswerving belief in me, deep knowing and belief in the truth, in nature, and Dr. Hamer's miraculous medical discoveries saved my life.

I discovered GNM when I was drowning; it threw me a lifeline and opened me up to much more than I could ever have imagined. It's not for the faint-hearted to turn away from all you've ever been programmed to know, but if you're willing to leap, the rewards are unparalleled. (Archive, Danny Carroll)

— LEONA MORRIS

This report is from Danny Carrolls book/ebook Breast Cancer is a MISDIAGNOSIS