Your thoughts have consequences. I learned this at a young age as I watched my father die from cancer. From the moment he was diagnosed as “terminal” and told, “there is nothing we can do, get your affairs in order,” my dad in an instant transformed from a strong, proud man to a weak, broken defeatist who spent most of his time crying. Given nine months to live, his health deteriorated practically overnight and he barely made it through three months before I heard his very last heartbeat as my head lay on his chest. I knew back then, almost 20 years ago, that it was his mind that killed him way before the cancer even had a chance.