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On Friday evening, my mother called me in a state of distress: my little brother had been admitted to hospital because he had been suffering from severe dizziness and vomiting for two weeks. At the hospital, they said it was a brain tumor and that they could do the surgery on Monday. I felt like I wanted to help my mother, to calm her down.
On Saturday, I spoke to my brother on the phone. He was completely freaked out, uncertain, and scared. He asked what he should do now; he didn't want to have surgery and was afraid of it. I told him that he was in a healing phase. He used to be a hockey player, and something had healed. I tried to explain it to him briefly. I told him that he didn't have to do anything on Monday and that he should first feel sure about what he wanted to do.

I wanted to help him so much, but I also knew that it still sounds too strange to most people and that they prefer to trust conventional medicine.
On Sunday, I called him and instantly felt that his energy was different; he sounded good and confident. He wanted to have the surgery.
I felt relieved—I didn't have to do anything!
I was hoping they would scan his brain again, as he was already feeling better and barely vomiting anymore. They didn't think it was necessary, and my brother felt so confident in his decision to have the surgery that he didn't even ask me anymore.

It's hard to know the surgery is unnecessary, but it's the truth. It would have been wrong for me to try to change things around now.

I succeeded in not getting lost in thoughts about how perverse this procedure was. I was completely myself again.
On Tuesday, I had diarrhea all day and severe pain in my abdominal wall.
At lunchtime, I had intense pain in my heart, stretching from right to left, stabbing and cramping.
His surgery was on Wednesday. I kept the light on for my brother; I had a good feeling this was his truth. The surgery went well, and he's doing very well considering the conditions.
I felt my heart for two more days and felt physically weak. But emotionally, I was fine. I kept to my role as daughter and sister. Not as saviour – there was often energetic disagreement about who was mother and who was child. I remained true to myself and allowed others to be true to themselves. In this situation, I also felt that it was too much for people to handle and they couldn't deal with it if they weren't open and ready for it. And we need to leave that up to each individual to decide for themselves.

Diarrhea: Not being able to digest the chunk.
Solution: I don't have to carry that.

Heart muscle: I wanted to “save” my brother, overload conflict.
Solution: I leave my brother in his reality.

Best regards, Sophia

Note from Björn Eybl
Thank you, Sophia, for your interesting report. Your words speak wisdom. You said what needed to be said. Then you accepted the situation and left your brother as he was - and then quietly set a candle light for him ...