I can’t believe I’m saying this but : Thank you to ChatGPT for the assist on getting this episode summarized for you. I wouldn’t have gotten it posted today otherwise and it needed to get out there😊
Love ya lots!
Welcome to another episode of Jenni Tooley Presents: Cancer Chronicles—where I bring you the sacred, the messy, the holy-shit-that-actually-happened parts of healing from cancer.
This time, I’m taking you deep into the underworld. Not metaphorically—literally. We’re talking about my barium enema. Yep, I said it. And I lived to tell the tale.
In this episode, I share:
Why a tube full of white chalky liquid got shoved where the sun don’t shine
What happened before, during, and after (spoiler alert: pink barium is a thing)
How my nervous system went into full-blown freeze mode
Why chanting “Om Namah Shivaya” while clenching your butt is a next-level spiritual practice
And how farting—yes, farting—has become my new favorite miracle
But more than that, I talk about what it means to hold onto your truth when the medical world—and sometimes even your own body—tells you you're "fine" when you're clearly not.
This is a raw one. It's also a reclaiming of voice, body, and breath. And if you’ve ever felt like you should be okay but weren’t, this one’s for you.
So pour a cup of something warm, find a soft place to land, and let’s get real about trauma, resilience, and why I’m never doing that again unless someone knocks me out first.
🪷 Mentioned in this episode:
Mildred B.B. Puckrup (my beloved stoma)
The Frankenstein Table of Doom
Why we should ALL celebrate our farts
A gentle reminder: “I stand for myself without standing against others.”
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