From One Scorpio Full Moon to the Next One Year Later ~ Reflection on Healing & Trust

I don’t often write about Full Moons. New Moons usually call to me more naturally: the planting of seeds, the quiet beginning, the unseen potential taking root beneath the surface. But last year, under the light of the Scorpio Full Moon, I wrote a blog post that unveiled something deeply personal: my breast cancer diagnosis.

That Scorpio Full Moon felt like the kind of Moon that does not let us hide. Scorpio has a way of bringing what is buried into the light, not always gently, but truthfully. It asks us to look beneath the surface, to face what we would rather avoid, to cut away what no longer serves, and to surrender to transformation even when we did not ask for it.

At that time, I wrote about the roots of that Full Moon going back to the Scorpio New Moon of November 13, 2023, which was conjunct Mars. Mars is the planet of action, surgery, severing, and courage. In Scorpio, Mars does not skim the surface. It goes deep. It cuts to the core. Looking back now, I can see how symbolic that was. That lunar cycle carried the language of cutting away, revealing what had been hidden, and making bold and difficult choices to begin again. Then, under the Full Moon at 22° Scorpio, opposite Uranus, the planet of sudden revelations, shock, technology, and liberation, I shared what had been quietly unfolding in my life.

A mammogram had revealed breast cancer. Since then, the full picture of my diagnosis, surgery, pathology, and healing journey has unfolded with more complexity, more emotion, and more grace than I could have imagined. What began as a shocking revelation became a year-long initiation into my body, my faith, my boundaries, my health, and my relationship with life itself.

As I approach the one-year anniversary, if anniversary is even the right word to use, I feel humbled. I feel grateful. I feel changed. There is not one day that goes by where the background noise of what if it comes back? does not try to take up space in my mind. But when that voice comes in, I have learned to pause. I breathe. I ground myself back into what is true. I am currently healthy. I am cancer-free. I am here. And I am more tuned in than ever to the ebb and flow of my body’s rhythms.

This past year has not only been about recovering from surgery or following a treatment plan. It has been about listening. Deeply listening. To my body, to God, to my intuition, to the sacred language of astrology, to the people who love me, and to the parts of myself that were tired from doing too much, carrying too much, and pushing past the quiet whispers that said, slow down.

Last year, when I wrote beneath the Scorpio Full Moon, I said that astrology was not about fear. I still believe that with my whole heart. Astrology is a divine mirror. It is a sacred tool. It helps us see timing, patterns, invitations, and warnings, not so we can live afraid, but so we can live awake. My chart had been speaking loudly: health, health, health. And I listened. That listening may have saved my life.

There are many things I have changed, or as I like to say, leveled up. It has been one year of sobriety. Those delicious glasses of red wine are no more. I learned how significantly alcohol can impact cancer risk, and once I knew better, I could not unknow it. That choice became one of devotion, not deprivation. My mornings are no longer greeted by a hot cup of coffee, but instead by a cup of matcha tea with nut milk. What once felt like a loss now feels like a ritual.

Each morning on the treadmill, lifting weights, or sitting in the infrared sauna, I feel gratitude from the inside out. Gratitude for the day. Gratitude for movement. Gratitude for the strength of my body. Grateful that I get to participate in my own healing.

There have been regular vitamin C infusions, monthly massages, deep breathing exercises, relaxation techniques, stress management, whole foods, protein, good fats, fiber, and yes, supplements, supplements, and even more supplements. I am slightly embarrassed by my supplement collection, but everything has become strategic and intentional. Intermittent fasting has become planned, not random. Nourishment has become thoughtful.

Our bodies were created to heal. Let me say that again: our bodies were made to heal. But we must give them what they need: body, mind, and soul.

This year also taught me about boundaries. I work a lot. I love teaching. I love seeing clients. I love astrology. I love yoga. I love creating spaces where people feel seen, supported, and connected to something greater than themselves. But I also have a day job, a husband, children, and grandchildren. It is not that I cannot “do it all.” It is that I am learning I am better, healthier, and more present when I know what to choose, and what not to choose.

That is still a work in progress. Maybe it always will be. Boundaries are not walls. They remind us that our energy is precious. Our bodies are precious. Our time here is precious.

Prayer and spiritual practice have carried me through this year. I was born with a strong connection to God, even if I did not fully understand it in my youth. But through these 48 years of life, and especially through this past year, that connection has only grown stronger. There were moments when fear spoke loudly. There were moments when uncertainty sat beside me. There were moments when I had to surrender what I could not control and place my trust in God, my doctors, my body, and divine timing.

That trust did not always feel easy. But it was always there. A reminder that I was not walking alone.

A year later, the sorrow and celebration live together. I would have preferred never to have received a cancer diagnosis. I would have preferred never to know that particular fear. I would have preferred not to have had to walk that road. But I am here. I am learning. I am thriving. And I will never again take for granted this life I have been blessed to be part of.

This is not just a story about cancer. It is a story about listening. It is a story about the body’s wisdom. It is a story about faith. It is a story about astrology as a sacred language of timing and truth. It is a story about the Scorpio Full Moon, which does not let us stay hidden from ourselves.

And most of all, it is a story about healing, not as a straight line, but as a devotion to oneself.

Much love,

Lisa