If you have donated a dime, a product, even a few minutes of your time to me, I cannot put into words how extremely grateful and appreciative I am to you. To have so many care about what happens to me is something that I boggles me, and I spend some time now and again thinking back to remember little clues of what I may have done to earn such allegiance from this wonderful group of people. You have humbled me in ways I would have never thought possible.
My cancer derived from environmental poisoning. It is esophaegal - of course. I had to have a rare form (only 1% of cancer is this type). I knew I was sick but it didn't seem like it was going to be anything serious. After being caught in hazardous to dangerous levels of forest fire smoke for 2 months this summer, I declined rapidly. I had to move from where I was (I would have died already had I stayed there) in the rainforests of Oregon and being that we were coming into Christmas season my sister asked me to stay with her for the month first. I wasn't sure I'd survive the drive down. I ended up in emergency 2 weeks after I got there. Seemed like rest wasn't going to do it for me.
I had a testosterone fest of a doctor tell me that it was all in my head, nothing wrong, just mental. Seriously. I had pointed to the exact place I hurt, and he was so far above having to listen to a sick old woman that he didn't even order the CT scan for the right area. A month later I was back and got a real diagnosis from a different doctor.
I was offered only photon chemo, which at 80 pounds would have put me down real fast. The doctor agreed with me when I said I couldn't survive photon chemo (giving me less than a 10% chance of survival) - leaving me to wonder why he even offered it. Anyway - they offered to cut a hole in me for a feeding tube, even though I could still swallow food and the tube would have had no effect on allowing me to eat more than I did. They also offered to help me find a hospice.
Well - you know what my reaction to all that was. F*** no. I'm not gonna just go die because some doctor doesn't know, or isn't allowed to give me REAL treatments - treatments that actually help people, actually kill cancer cells but leave good cells intact, instead of just generating money for the medical industrial complex.
I look like an escapee from Auzwich, I'm less than 80 pounds, but eating better and more now. My sister and niece (as well as myself) are all great cooks and we eat almost 100% organic, so the food is top quality. Needless to say, though, I tire extremely easily. I will go rest for awhile after I am done typing this. I am much stronger than I was just a few months ago. I have been spending up to $700 a month in cancer killing supplements. I'm going the right direction, but it's miserable and is taking a long time. I knew that it would.
I am on opioid pain meds, which is another reason I tire easily. I'm high. The good news is that when I started the meds I was allowed a pill every 6 hours. I was taking half a pill every 6. Then they upped the dosage to one every 4 hours because they said I'd need it to be comfy. I sometimes go 8 hours without the half I am still taking, so nothing seems to be going in the wrong direction. Taking all these natural meds makes me feel like a stuffed turkey, but stuffing those beats dying so I can handle that. Some of the stuff tastes awful, but if it works, I don't care.
There are a few therapies that I would love to be able to get to help strengthen and quicken my recovery. C infusion and Oxygen and Rife. They are hard to get and extremely expensive. I don't know of an insurance that will cover either. I am going to go to a naturopath and get some medical cannabis. It's legal to smoke here, and keeps the pain in control and keeps me happy and calm, but I want the real medicinal concentrate, and that still takes a doctor's signature.
Your efforts may just make it possible for me to get some of these therapies. They will, and already have, taken some of the strain off affording my anti-cancer supplements.
I've started a blog and have started discussing what all I am using to beat this crud. It's just cancer. I've had enough experience with it to know better than to let a doctor scare me into doing anything dangerous. You might want to follow along on the blog: Beyond The Path
I don't write every day because it's tiring, but I will be adding to it a few times a week.
How do you know if I know what I'm talking about or if I'm full of BS? Simple. I'm supposed to be either in Hospice or dead right now. I'm still ambulatory. I am stronger than I was, and can do a few things for myself that the family was doing for me to keep me from collapsing from fatigue. If I live.......I have it right. If I don't.........well.......we all have to make choices when the medical community says "cancer". When they say they can't do anything more for you - you either figure it out on your own, or you don't. It's that simple.
Thank you to each one of you who has offered your support to me in any form. It is more appreciated than I can ever express.