Turns out, cancer wasn’t just a wake-up call. It was a blaring, break-the-glass-in-case-of-emergency alarm with a splash of ice water. It was a slap in the face. And as I healed; slowly, one walk, one breath, one moment at a time, I began enrolling in a different kind of school. One with no tuition, no thesis, but life-altering lessons. That’s when EFT, Emotional Freedom Technique, also known as tapping entered my life. It became my Ph.D.