By Christine Kern, Intuitive Empath
May 8, 2018
My mother had a cold and cough she couldn’t shake. She told me it was nothing.
I told her to go to the doctor. Actually, I begged her to see the doctor. That was in December.
Then in January 2006, I started getting visions. I would close my eyes and see my mother smothered in thick, black smoke. And as the visions crystalized, I would physically feel myself suffocating. The smoke hung most concentrated around her right lung.
And suddenly, I knew.
My mother had lung cancer.
I renewed my pleas to her to see a doctor, to get a scan, to check things out. She was a lifetime smoker, and had battled a smoker’s hack for years, and had a bit of emphysema as a result, but she insisted she was fine. It was just a cold. It would go away on its own.
She was still coughing in March.
Again, I pleaded with her to see her doctor. “It’s just allergies,” she said.
By June, I was obsessed with getting her to the doctor. While there were no obvious physical signs that anything was wrong, aside from that persistent cough that wouldn’t go away, and a bit lower energy level (she was 66, after all), I just KNEW that the cancer has started.
But how do you tell someone, “Hey, I know you have cancer. Go to the doctor.” I feared she wouldn’t believe me, and then she would wait even longer to go.
Ironically, my mother's astrological sign was also Cancer.
By early July, she was ready to at least go for her routine checkup. She still insisted that nothing was wrong, but my visions of black smoke and experiences of smothering were not only continuing, they were intensifying.
Being 10 hours away by car made it difficult for me to force my mother to do anything, though honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to force her into anything from the same room either.
After her checkup, I asked how things went. She was evasive. I knew something was going on.
She changed the subject.
A couple of weeks later, the phone rang, and it was my father, sounding very serious.
“We have some news,” he said.
“I know,” I said.
“You know what?” he asked.
“I know that Mom is sick. It’s cancer, isn’t it?”
My father was stunned into silence for a few moments. Eventually, he recovered and told me what had happened with their family doctor. Dr. “M.” had listened to her chest and said that “something just sounded off” and sent my mother for a chest X-ray and CT scan. Those tests saved her life at that point in time. He, too, had an intuition that she was not well, and acted on it, ordering the tests that found the initial lung cancer.
When it was discovered, it was still relatively small and fairly well contained. She had lung surgery done at the end of July, removing the lower lobe of her lung, and followed it with a chemo regimen. Everyone, from her primary care physician to her cancer surgeon, told her she had been very lucky. They got it.
But I knew.
I knew, long before the tests were done and confirmed the diagnosis. I also knew that, while she beat the cancer once, it would return, with a ferocity that would stun us all.
And I wonder, if I had told her in January what I knew to be true, if it would have changed the course of any of it at all. I wonder if I had shared my visions with her THEN if she would have made the choice to be tested sooner, and if it would ultimately have made a difference.
She gained 11 years after that first round of cancer. WE gained 11 precious years with her. And I made the most of that time with her.
But the cancer came back.
And again, I KNEW. Long before anyone else even suspected. By this point, I had talked with my parents about my gift (which can be very painful, actually), and I told them that I had known she was sick prior to her diagnosis. We had talked at length about what they would have thought, had I told them what I knew. They seemed open and receptive to my knowledge.
And then in March of 2017, when we all gathered in Florida for a special trip celebrating Dad’s 80th birthday as a family, I saw Mom’s face, and the visions returned. This time, it was not a cloud of black smoke however; this time, I saw a huge black mass in her abdomen. I saw her wasting away. I saw her shrouded in black.
I did not tell her what I saw, but I did urge her to go to the doctor. She refused, and said she was fine.
I saw her again in June, when my father became ill with pneumonia. I went home for two weeks to help out while he was going through daily antibiotic infusions to treat his illness. And I saw my mother starting to waste away. She had dropped probably 30 pounds since March.
She had a regular checkup scheduled with her doctor for while I was there. She changed the appointment, saying “I have to focus on your dad right now.” I urged her to keep the appointment.
I had no success.
When I left to come home, she still hadn’t seen the doctor. Daily, when I called, I asked if she had rescheduled her appointment. She hadn’t.
In October, they made their normal trip out East to see me and my brother. By that time, Mom was sick a lot of the time – fighting almost daily nausea and intestinal issues. She had lost even more weight. She spent almost the whole visit with us sitting in the same spot on the couch or lying in bed. I urged her yet again to see the doctor.
Finally, when they returned home, she scheduled an appointment. In late November, she was diagnosed again, this time with metastatic lung cancer that had spread to the liver, kidney, and other organs. There was no cure: no surgery, no radiation, no chemo would help her get better.
The cancer doctor decided to put her on Keytruda immunotherapy treatment, which actually set her on a faster course of destruction. She was diagnosed on November 29, 2017, and by April 13, 2018 she was gone.
And my father was left with one burning question: “Why did my wife die?”
My mother’s death solidified in me the desire and need to take my intuitive empathic insights to others, to help them to see what they need to see and seek the appropriate medical diagnosis and treatment before it is too late.
My mother’s story is just one of the many experiences I have had where I have “seen” something wrong, but it is by far the most powerful and most poignant of my stories.
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