When I reached the age when croning seemed eminent, I decided not to use a pharmaceutical approach. I chose to allow my processes to occur normally with help from my green sisters. I'm an herbalist, so my first choice of treatment of anything is generally either growing in the nearby wild areas or in my back yard. I prefer not to take any of the artificial hormones and other medications offered by the medical profession.
I look forward to croning. I enjoy feeling my kundilini rise during occasional early hot flashes, feeling my body flush itself by sweating profusely. My moon times no longer felt infinite; they consequently were to be treasured.
So, in dealing with breast cancer, I chose a threefold approach -- calling on the energies of the Maiden, Mother and Crone.
For Maiden, it was time to define my emotional state. I believe that everything is of the Goddess, including cancer. However, like the grains, there is an appropriate time for growth and a time for harvest. I visualized the cells as flowers. I told the cells that it was time to for them to shrink into seed kernels to be reaped by the surgeon. I avoided any kind of adversarial relationship. I was not going to war with my own body.