These are some books and things that I've found helpful along the way. I'll keep adding to these as we go.
The Journey: A Practical Guide to Healing Your Life and Setting Yourself Free, Brandon Bays
Life Over Cancer: The Block Center Program for Integrative Cancer Treatment, Keith I. Block, M.D.
Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips, Kris Carr
No Time Like the Present; Finding Freedom, Love, and Joy Right Where You Are, Jack Kornfield
Fat for Fuel: A Revolutionary Diet to Combat Cancer, Boost Brain Power, and Increase Your Energy, Dr. Joseph Mercola
Dying To Be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing, Anita Moorjani
The Power of Your Subconscious Mind, Joseph Murphy, Ph.D., D.D
The Tapping Solution: A Revolutionary System for Stress-Free Living, Nick Ortner
Radical Remission; Surviving Cancer Against All Odds, Kelly A. Turner, Ph.D.
Gratefulness.Org: A Grateful Day
Songs of the Moment
Deva Premal: Gate Gate
Big Audio Dynamite II: Rush
David Bowie: Modern Love
Jose Gonzalez: Heartbeats (The Knife Cover)
Poem of the Moment
Pink Moon - The Pond, BY Mary OLIVER
You think it will never happen again.
Then, one night in April,
the tribes wake trilling.
You walk down to the shore.
Your coming stills them,
but little by little the silence lifts
until song is everywhere
and your soul rises from your bones
and strides out over the water.
It is a crazy thing to do -
for no one can live like that,
floating around in the darkness
over the gauzy water.
Left on the shore your bones
keep shouting come back!
But your soul won't listen;
in the distance it is sparkling
like hot wires. So,
like a good friend,
you decide to follow.
You step off the shore
and plummet to your knees -
you slog forward to your thighs
and sink to your cheekbones -
and now you are caught
by the cold chains of the water -
you are vanishing while around you
the frogs continue to sing, driving
their music upward through your own throat,
not even noticing
you are someone else.
And that's when it happens -
you see everything
through their eyes,
their joy, their necessity;
you wear their webbed fingers;
your throat swells.
And that’s when you know
you will live whether you will or not,
one way or another,
because everything is everything else,
one long muscle.
It’s no more mysterious than that.
So you relax, you don’t fight it anymore,
the darkness coming down
called the green leaf, called
a woman's body
as it turns into mud and leaves,
as it betas in its cage of water,
as it turns like a lonely spindle
in the moonlight, as it says