December 2008: I am feeling really low. I have tried everything I have read about and still the cancer marker increases. My PSA now at 190 has gone through a series of rises that leaves me despondent and feeling out of control. I am at a total loss as to where to go from here.
It never ceases to amaze me how fate, God, call it what you will, plays a hand in our lives. My significant other (S.O) has organised us as a billet for a Toastmaster visitor to our area for two nights. S.O. is at work when she arrives on the doorstep with not one but two bottles of really good wine. Being a gregarious individual I welcome this stranger with open arms, not necessarily because of the wine, but it all helps, C introduces herself and after transfer of tack (bags, etc.) from transport we settle down for a cuppa and chat until S.O. arrives home. With both of us being Toastmasters (I'm currently on a break) talking is not a problem and we discuss various topics of family and life's problems. Always on the lookout for new information on cancer treatment I mention I am having a bit of a battle with cancer. C immediately states she has travelled down with a fellow Toastmaster who is involved with a group called Canhelp based in Nambour, Queensland. Canhelp apparently is an organisation that assists people with their battle with cancer using a simple but effective approach based on diet and exercise.
We enjoy two nights of C's company as well as the wine and I find out more about Canhelp. As I have no alternatives I contact Canhelp for a chat. The lady who answers my call has all the right answers. The group is a registered charity and it seems from our discussion that most of the organisation is made up of volunteers. It seems that the protocol is simple, resting mainly in the control of the client and is well supported by ready contact. I reserve my judgement and make an appointment that will coincide with out trip north to the tropics and family for Christmas.
Our visit to Canhelp is an eyeopener to say the least as the instigator of the organisation, D, tells us about how it came into being, what they do and what past outcomes have been obtained with people blighted with many forms of cancer including Prostate cancer. I show D my protocol that I am currently following and his words are "... Peter, your about 70% right but you've got a few holes in your boat...". The significant points I hear are bone lesions can usually be cleared up within about 3 months and that of the 40 or so clients that have been through the system with Prostate cancer only 3 have died. There was a common factor with all three, they would not go off mainstream medicine's hormone therapy, a bet each way so to speak that didn't work out. D's confidence impresses me as I come to terms with what he is saying. I am feeling very emotional as I see the possibility of a future once again but the analyst in me still has some doubts to be satisfied.
Another sufferer of Prostate cancer I know who died recently and tried many different mainstream and alternative treatments paid over A$24,000 for one treatment that was unsuccessful. I ask a few questions in the office and do my assessment by following the money trail. All health assessment is done by alternative professionals who are outside the organisation. Each professional you are sent to do a comprehensive written report and are paid from the lump sum you pay to Canhelp. I am convinced it is worth a try. After a short discussion with S.O. I sign up for a cost, at the time, of A$3000 which I consider to be cheap to pay for a life saved. I immediately go in for assessment for the mental challenges that lay ahead. I pass this test without problem. The main requirement is going to be discipline, the ability to stick to a strict regime is paramount. I attend the Gym next door to Canhelp for a physical assessment which includes measuring arms torso and legs. These measurements will be used to assess how well I am doing with the exercise programme as well as checking the change in my muscle to fat ratios. The reasoning behind this is if cancer is eating away at you in a serious way you will be hard pressed to put on muscle due to chachexia. As you will appreciate the road back can be a serious struggle and one foot wrong can compromise everything else you may do.
C, our new found friend from Toastmasters welcomes us into her home and reciprocates by providing us with a bed as we prepare for further assessment next day at Canhelp. We are entertained at dinner by C and her husband, H, who being in the pharmaceutical industry shows considerable interest in what Canhelp intend to do for me as he is well aware of my chances under mainstream medicine. I have to admit I haven't had such a stimulating evening in a long time as I enjoyed with these two wonderful people.
The following day I am allotted appointments for live blood analysis, body composition and cellular health analysis as well as massage. I am also given a large box of the type of foods I am to eat, consisting of packs of LSA with crushed seeds, nuts and various meals. Nothing specialised as all are available from any health food shop.
The strict diet is very simple, no grain or potato carbs at all, no fruit except white grapefruit, no sugar at all. The only vegetables that can be cooked are green, all yellow and orange coloured veg. must be eaten raw, raw foods at every meal along with cooked, no processed meats except bacon cured in salt only, Beef, lamb, fish and chicken are all ok, preferable organic and eat the fat. In other words nothing that feeds the cancer. To start off I must go on a water only diet for three days then a B17 diet for three days. B17, that means apricot kernels and they must be consumed at the rate of about 7 kernels and at each hour of the waking day. You have to source the apricot kernels your self as our government has made it illegal to sell them from any shop front store. This is due to just plain barstardry by big pharma. The apricot kernels must be Australian or of Asian origin as the penchant for Americans to have everything sweet has brought about the breeding of apricots with kernels that contain very little B17.
As we head north for a family Christmas I feel like I have just been given a chance to get my life back. Amazing how a chance meeting through such a simple gesture as giving a stranger a bed for a few nights has delivered to me an opportunity to save a life, mine. Fate takes my hand or is my God giving me a second chance?
tbc
Peter
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
A See Saw Time Of It
It is now July 2008: My PSA graph shows the following March 3rd at 85, suspect cracked rib from sneeze, March 20th at 67, April 11th at 88, April 29th at 86,
The last few months it has been a struggle with disappointment stacked on top of elation until now it is despair stacked on quiet hope. It seems I have a win with the PSA going down by 10 or 20 points then it's up 30 or so points. Doesn't seem to matter what I do, I think I'm doing everything right yet the PSA goes up. I ran off to New Zealand for a break and some family obligations, also ate a lot of chocolate and my PSA went down. I am doing something wrong and something right but have no idea which or what is which. It is really starting to get me down and hold me there.
It seems there is a relationship to my time spent with grandchildren and family. My PSA goes down with each visit then comes up again. I enjoy immensely the conversations with our daughter as well, she is a smart lateral thinker and to bounce topics off her is a favorite pastime. I can expect a vibrant (for the want of a better word) conversation that covers a range of responses from both sides of an argument (that's argument the same as a mathematical argument not a fight. It annoys me that people bring emotion into an argument instead of sticking to fact or opinion based on fact. Seems to be a lost art these days, some get the shits just because you have an opposing view, very narrow thinking really.). She has taught me a lot and I appreciate it greatly.
I've tried some weird and wonderful things in my quest for a cancer killer as well as to deal with all the ramifications, especially the mental ones. I was having problems keeping on track and was finding my mind was going round in ever decreasing circles possibly due to the sheer desperation of it all. I paid a visit to a spiritual healer who was recommended to me. No, not Amanda Marga Arrawather Jodpurs just Ruth S. Within the first few minutes of talking to her I just blurted out "... Ruth S, I like you..." . I am a pragmatic personality but like a bit of adventure, especially into the realms of the mind, yet I've never been tempted to try what is euphemistically called recreational drugs. I've only been what could be called tiddly on alcohol twice in my life and didn't like it both times - must be in control, then maybe you've worked that out by now.
My Session with Ruth was fascinating. After a short talk on some aspects of my life Ruth asked me to lie on the couch, explained what she would do, rest her hand on my shoulder, and told me to close my eyes and relax. I did and within minutes I was experiencing hypnogogic imagery, a swirling blue light in my minds eye. Truly amazing to happen so quickly. I was quite conscious, very relaxed but unaware of Ruth's hand on my shoulder as I lay on the couch. I could hear the sounds of business life passing on the street outside and the swirling blue light would wax and wane if the sounds intruded on my thoughts. This imagery occurs when your brain waves slow down to about 7.2Hz, a very relaxed state that usually can only be achieved by very experienced yoga practitioners of by some external influence like Holosync sound patterns.
On bringing me out of this relaxed state I was slightly dizzy and took some care in getting on my feet. Ruth was in tears. She then sat with me and explained just what I had "told" her yet I never spoke or at least I am not aware of speaking. Apparently I have a troubled mind going back to my childhood and the experiences with sickness in hospital on two occasions, conflicts with my father and experiences when away at school. I must reiterate I loved both my parents dearly and had not been aware of other that the normal conflicts any child would have with a parent. The things that were suggested were like the lights coming on from subconscious to conscious. Truly amazing. Being a strong self analyst I am not prone to auto suggestion. The problem is while I am analysing the "what the" I can miss the "because". The objective of this experience was to rid me of all those events in my life that cause anger, bitterness and resentment and to build in me hope for the future. I would be rid of the trials of the mind and with peace at last within myself and within my world I could look to a life free of cancer, a big ask.
I did experience some confusion as I tried to rationalise over a couple of weeks just what had happened. I had a few visits to Ruth with similar effects but the lights were not coming on for me and money was tight. I did appreciate the experience and always came away feeling relaxed. Ruth took the time to ring me at home several days later to expand further on her comments and reiterated that I have to get the caravan finished and get out into the bush. I also have to learn to receive love as I relate to who loves me and who doesn't and shut myself away from the hurt. I need to focus on the positive and receiving love.
"Modern medical science" has me listed as terminal so it was all a big ask unless I found something they didn't know. The further I delve into this cancer "industry" the more confident I feel that the answer is there and is being kept suppressed by mainstream medicine.
The Internet has opened the doors to minds and is beyond control to a large degree. That elusive answer to cancer is there I just have to find it. I must focus and keep looking.
Peter
tbc
The last few months it has been a struggle with disappointment stacked on top of elation until now it is despair stacked on quiet hope. It seems I have a win with the PSA going down by 10 or 20 points then it's up 30 or so points. Doesn't seem to matter what I do, I think I'm doing everything right yet the PSA goes up. I ran off to New Zealand for a break and some family obligations, also ate a lot of chocolate and my PSA went down. I am doing something wrong and something right but have no idea which or what is which. It is really starting to get me down and hold me there.
It seems there is a relationship to my time spent with grandchildren and family. My PSA goes down with each visit then comes up again. I enjoy immensely the conversations with our daughter as well, she is a smart lateral thinker and to bounce topics off her is a favorite pastime. I can expect a vibrant (for the want of a better word) conversation that covers a range of responses from both sides of an argument (that's argument the same as a mathematical argument not a fight. It annoys me that people bring emotion into an argument instead of sticking to fact or opinion based on fact. Seems to be a lost art these days, some get the shits just because you have an opposing view, very narrow thinking really.). She has taught me a lot and I appreciate it greatly.
I've tried some weird and wonderful things in my quest for a cancer killer as well as to deal with all the ramifications, especially the mental ones. I was having problems keeping on track and was finding my mind was going round in ever decreasing circles possibly due to the sheer desperation of it all. I paid a visit to a spiritual healer who was recommended to me. No, not Amanda Marga Arrawather Jodpurs just Ruth S. Within the first few minutes of talking to her I just blurted out "... Ruth S, I like you..." . I am a pragmatic personality but like a bit of adventure, especially into the realms of the mind, yet I've never been tempted to try what is euphemistically called recreational drugs. I've only been what could be called tiddly on alcohol twice in my life and didn't like it both times - must be in control, then maybe you've worked that out by now.
My Session with Ruth was fascinating. After a short talk on some aspects of my life Ruth asked me to lie on the couch, explained what she would do, rest her hand on my shoulder, and told me to close my eyes and relax. I did and within minutes I was experiencing hypnogogic imagery, a swirling blue light in my minds eye. Truly amazing to happen so quickly. I was quite conscious, very relaxed but unaware of Ruth's hand on my shoulder as I lay on the couch. I could hear the sounds of business life passing on the street outside and the swirling blue light would wax and wane if the sounds intruded on my thoughts. This imagery occurs when your brain waves slow down to about 7.2Hz, a very relaxed state that usually can only be achieved by very experienced yoga practitioners of by some external influence like Holosync sound patterns.
On bringing me out of this relaxed state I was slightly dizzy and took some care in getting on my feet. Ruth was in tears. She then sat with me and explained just what I had "told" her yet I never spoke or at least I am not aware of speaking. Apparently I have a troubled mind going back to my childhood and the experiences with sickness in hospital on two occasions, conflicts with my father and experiences when away at school. I must reiterate I loved both my parents dearly and had not been aware of other that the normal conflicts any child would have with a parent. The things that were suggested were like the lights coming on from subconscious to conscious. Truly amazing. Being a strong self analyst I am not prone to auto suggestion. The problem is while I am analysing the "what the" I can miss the "because". The objective of this experience was to rid me of all those events in my life that cause anger, bitterness and resentment and to build in me hope for the future. I would be rid of the trials of the mind and with peace at last within myself and within my world I could look to a life free of cancer, a big ask.
I did experience some confusion as I tried to rationalise over a couple of weeks just what had happened. I had a few visits to Ruth with similar effects but the lights were not coming on for me and money was tight. I did appreciate the experience and always came away feeling relaxed. Ruth took the time to ring me at home several days later to expand further on her comments and reiterated that I have to get the caravan finished and get out into the bush. I also have to learn to receive love as I relate to who loves me and who doesn't and shut myself away from the hurt. I need to focus on the positive and receiving love.
"Modern medical science" has me listed as terminal so it was all a big ask unless I found something they didn't know. The further I delve into this cancer "industry" the more confident I feel that the answer is there and is being kept suppressed by mainstream medicine.
The Internet has opened the doors to minds and is beyond control to a large degree. That elusive answer to cancer is there I just have to find it. I must focus and keep looking.
Peter
tbc
A Sneeze is All it Takes
It is now March 2008, I have been on the MMS since early January and am due for another PSA test in a week. My wife is driving and I am a passenger going home after a visit with my sister living on the Gold Coast. Then out of the blue I sneeze. The pain that shoots through my right side is breath taking, literally. I gasp to regain some composure and just try to slow it all down while I sit up straight and think about what has just happened. I am still thinking it will ease in a minute just take it easy, it doesn't. Bloody hell, what have I just done that could hurt so much. It is beginning to dawn on me... the rib lesion has been so weakened over the last two years that it has broken. The power of a sneeze... leaves your mouth at around 160km per hour, that's pretty fast and causes a bit of back pressure.
We get home and the pain has eased a bit but I have trouble moving and I am at a loss as to what I should do so I just go to bed drugged up. Next morning I feel better and get dressed to go up to the caravan, plenty to do and I'm on roll with it at the moment. I find ways to do things without causing me too much pain but the step down from the van to the floor is a bitch and someone has pinched the workshop step. I knock off early and head home.
The next day is blood test day, apart from PSA I have a heap of tests done including blood gases which I regard as very important so I can monitor my O2 levels and CO2. Did you know you brain monitors your CO2 levels not the O2. The CO2 will kill you if it gets out of hand, amazing thing the human body and brain just what it can do that force you to survive... cancer is just a survival mechanism at a cellular level, somehow what you have done has restricted the O2 level to such an extent that the cells go into survival mode and convert to fermentation mode which is anaerobic instead of aerobic using O2. When this happens the change in the cells also disables the suicide switch in the mitochondria of the cell and that cell can no longer self destruct as it should, bingo, you now have cancer when you immune system is overloaded or cannot recognise the cells.
The results from the tests are a bitch - the PSA has jumped from 33 and I was so sure headed down yet they have risen to 85, massive jump. The only reason has to be the broken rib has released heaps of cancer cells into my system pushing my PSA through the roof. What a bitch, I am distressed this was going to be the proof that the MMS was going to save me. The mental battle to deal with this news was a tremendous strain on me, to try and stay positive is very difficult when the odds keep stacking against you from such unexpected directions. Alright, I was feeling sorry for myself, you know, "why me".
My wife and no doubt to a lesser degree our kids were feeling the strain as well. However you have to be living with a cancer "victim" to really feel the day to day stress of coping with the cancer as well as the everyday matters that come along. A Cancer patient doesn't necessarily think too much about what their spouses are going through. Me, I am focused so much on me and this fight that to see outside is beyond me most of the time. Sometimes I may surface but I am in a life and death battle here and I have very little if anything left for even the closest significant other. I spend a lot of time in a mental battle to stay on top as I can trust no one with my life but me and there is no relaxation from that. I have seen two ex-work mates recently just give in and die.
Just writing this has reduced me to tears, the days and the nights thinking about what to do next. The thinking ingresses into every nook and cranny of your day to day activities, even when I'm looking relaxed I'm searching for something I might have missed. The research that you must do to find the truth for yourself is ongoing. The bitterness I feel towards a medical fraternity who sit on their respective arses and ignore what they surely must see big Pharma doing. I mean these are supposedly intelligent people yet they are so controlled by peer group pressure that they ignore the obvious. I have had to have some psychological counselling to try and turn my anger away. It has definetly made me more determined to beat these white ants in my bones and throw it up to the specialists. I'll get satisfaction but those other poor souls that go meekly to their deaths at the hands of an incompetent medical fraternity and corrupt research industry. Again I say to all, follow the money trail for the truth. Hmmm... I'm ahead of myself a bit, I still have to survive yet.
Fortunately I have a Doctor who isn't controlled, influenced yes, because he trained in the system but controlled, no. It must be very difficult for him at times but I have made it clear I make the decisions on his advice. That way he can always feel he has done his best and I am responsible for my health, good or bad, and I can feel I have done my best as well, right or wrong. Enough, the stress of thinking about it drives me bonkers and that doesn't do me any good at all.
Tomorrow is another day.
tbc
Peter
We get home and the pain has eased a bit but I have trouble moving and I am at a loss as to what I should do so I just go to bed drugged up. Next morning I feel better and get dressed to go up to the caravan, plenty to do and I'm on roll with it at the moment. I find ways to do things without causing me too much pain but the step down from the van to the floor is a bitch and someone has pinched the workshop step. I knock off early and head home.
The next day is blood test day, apart from PSA I have a heap of tests done including blood gases which I regard as very important so I can monitor my O2 levels and CO2. Did you know you brain monitors your CO2 levels not the O2. The CO2 will kill you if it gets out of hand, amazing thing the human body and brain just what it can do that force you to survive... cancer is just a survival mechanism at a cellular level, somehow what you have done has restricted the O2 level to such an extent that the cells go into survival mode and convert to fermentation mode which is anaerobic instead of aerobic using O2. When this happens the change in the cells also disables the suicide switch in the mitochondria of the cell and that cell can no longer self destruct as it should, bingo, you now have cancer when you immune system is overloaded or cannot recognise the cells.
The results from the tests are a bitch - the PSA has jumped from 33 and I was so sure headed down yet they have risen to 85, massive jump. The only reason has to be the broken rib has released heaps of cancer cells into my system pushing my PSA through the roof. What a bitch, I am distressed this was going to be the proof that the MMS was going to save me. The mental battle to deal with this news was a tremendous strain on me, to try and stay positive is very difficult when the odds keep stacking against you from such unexpected directions. Alright, I was feeling sorry for myself, you know, "why me".
My wife and no doubt to a lesser degree our kids were feeling the strain as well. However you have to be living with a cancer "victim" to really feel the day to day stress of coping with the cancer as well as the everyday matters that come along. A Cancer patient doesn't necessarily think too much about what their spouses are going through. Me, I am focused so much on me and this fight that to see outside is beyond me most of the time. Sometimes I may surface but I am in a life and death battle here and I have very little if anything left for even the closest significant other. I spend a lot of time in a mental battle to stay on top as I can trust no one with my life but me and there is no relaxation from that. I have seen two ex-work mates recently just give in and die.
Just writing this has reduced me to tears, the days and the nights thinking about what to do next. The thinking ingresses into every nook and cranny of your day to day activities, even when I'm looking relaxed I'm searching for something I might have missed. The research that you must do to find the truth for yourself is ongoing. The bitterness I feel towards a medical fraternity who sit on their respective arses and ignore what they surely must see big Pharma doing. I mean these are supposedly intelligent people yet they are so controlled by peer group pressure that they ignore the obvious. I have had to have some psychological counselling to try and turn my anger away. It has definetly made me more determined to beat these white ants in my bones and throw it up to the specialists. I'll get satisfaction but those other poor souls that go meekly to their deaths at the hands of an incompetent medical fraternity and corrupt research industry. Again I say to all, follow the money trail for the truth. Hmmm... I'm ahead of myself a bit, I still have to survive yet.
Fortunately I have a Doctor who isn't controlled, influenced yes, because he trained in the system but controlled, no. It must be very difficult for him at times but I have made it clear I make the decisions on his advice. That way he can always feel he has done his best and I am responsible for my health, good or bad, and I can feel I have done my best as well, right or wrong. Enough, the stress of thinking about it drives me bonkers and that doesn't do me any good at all.
Tomorrow is another day.
tbc
Peter
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Two Years is Up
It is now December 2007 and over 2 years since starting the hormone therapy. I have had my last injection in August because it's stopped working, I have gone refractory in the medical vernacular. My PSA now at 30 is commencing a hockey stick curve on my graph and heads for the top of the page, I am at a loss at what to do. The first thing is a bone scan by the Nuclear Medicine Department, this is where they inject you with a radio isotope and you become the x-ray transmitter while they move a receiver over you and measure the radioactivity being emitted at the points where bone is being laid down by your body trying to keep pace with the cancer eating the bone away. This shows up as a bright spot on the film, oh, and they use your bladder as a contrast while your kidneys get rid of the radioactivity.
The result of all this was pleasing, to a point, after 2 years I am down from 13 lesions to 2 with 2 equivocals. The oncologist claims this as a result of the hormone therapy, I'm wondering what about the apricot kernels, did they have anything to do with it, and what about all the cottage cheese and flax seed oil Ive been scoffing. I have no way of knowing what caused what but that will change in the future.
My wife and I had spent some 4 years travelling Australia in a 4WD and a caravan. We had sold our business after 10 years of slog taking on everyone else's problems and were intending to just head out to visit our kids and grandkids on the west coast of Australia. We enjoyed the experience so much that we vowed to do it again. We were looking at caravans and decided that they were not of the quality to do what we wanted and those that were were very expensive. We decided to have a go at building one to our specifications. However I was pretty sick and although I carried out the design we decided to get someone else to build it for us. This had been going on for a couple of years and then the workshop that had been doing the building lost the employee doing the job to the government and he just couldn't be replaced. No qualified staff were available. So we took on finishing the building ourselves in the company workshop. This was to be my therapy and was at the same time I had gone refractory. Although still under the influence of the drugs and still am to some degree I was going to give it a go. However, back to the story.
By Christmas I am experiencing pain at the bone lesion site on the 5th rib under my right arm. This has always been the largest of the lesions and has maintained it's hold. I had built myself a Hulda Clark zapper which puts out a 22Khz square wave pulse. I used this over the lesion site with the intent that it will kill the cancer but I don't hold out too much hope. However, what it does do is kill the pain apparently by giving the nerves a good jangle it stops the pain from the lesion getting through. The first time I tried this using bare metal electrodes and an itsy bitsy 9volt battery I burnt myself under the armpit on one electrode. Fortunately the other electrode didn't cause the same effect as it was in my groin. This added to my discomfort somewhat and I now use a thin washing sponge soaked in brine to increase the conduction area on each electrode.
I am feeling desperate, I am no wiser as to what will stop this parasite eating my bones. A friend has emailed me with some information on Miracle Mineral Supplement or MMS. This stuff is actually a 28% solution of sodium chlorite and you mix it with a 10% solution of citric acid at a ratio of 1:5 in drops. The expected effect is to boost your immune system to help fight the cancer. I sat up till midnight on Christmas eve 2007 reading Jim Humble's story of how he discovered just what MMS would do. Fascinating, maybe this would save me, at least it was worth a try as main stream medicine could offer me nothing but a slow death.
By New years I have reached a stage where I cannot give anyone a hug, the pain is just too much. I'm thinking that it must be bad for a nice soft titty pushing into my chest to cause so much hurt. And it was. I find a supplier of MMS in Australia and order a bottle, citric acid I get from the supermarket as it's used in jam making and is readily available. I start at 2 drops and get no effect although the taste is pretty awful. I take another 2 in 4 hours and then another 2 in two hours. By now I have the trots (diarrhoea) but not too bad. Day 2: I start again and build up too 10 drops twice. By day three I'm hitting 15 drops. I still have the trots but it's easily tolerated and there is no pain or cramps. I've noticed a drop in the lesion pain when I hug my wife (or anyone else that wants a hug), However I put it down to placebo, I want this to work so badly. We work on developing the hug test as a measure of the effectiveness of the MMS.
By day 5 there is a marked difference in the pain level with the hug test I am allowing myself some indulgence with hope again, just a little mind you , we don't want to get carried away too soon. Things are improving every day and by day eight the pain when I hug is no more. Using the philosophy that if some's good more's better I increase the dose until I am taking up to 60 drops a day. The max recommended is 30. I have found that the trots decrease if I stop the cottage cheese and flax seed oil mix which I do. Come time for the PSA test and the decrease in the points increase is very heartening. As I started the MMS halfway through the test period a quick calculation puts my PSA into a net drop.
Just maybe I can beat this thing.
tbc.
Peter
The result of all this was pleasing, to a point, after 2 years I am down from 13 lesions to 2 with 2 equivocals. The oncologist claims this as a result of the hormone therapy, I'm wondering what about the apricot kernels, did they have anything to do with it, and what about all the cottage cheese and flax seed oil Ive been scoffing. I have no way of knowing what caused what but that will change in the future.
My wife and I had spent some 4 years travelling Australia in a 4WD and a caravan. We had sold our business after 10 years of slog taking on everyone else's problems and were intending to just head out to visit our kids and grandkids on the west coast of Australia. We enjoyed the experience so much that we vowed to do it again. We were looking at caravans and decided that they were not of the quality to do what we wanted and those that were were very expensive. We decided to have a go at building one to our specifications. However I was pretty sick and although I carried out the design we decided to get someone else to build it for us. This had been going on for a couple of years and then the workshop that had been doing the building lost the employee doing the job to the government and he just couldn't be replaced. No qualified staff were available. So we took on finishing the building ourselves in the company workshop. This was to be my therapy and was at the same time I had gone refractory. Although still under the influence of the drugs and still am to some degree I was going to give it a go. However, back to the story.
By Christmas I am experiencing pain at the bone lesion site on the 5th rib under my right arm. This has always been the largest of the lesions and has maintained it's hold. I had built myself a Hulda Clark zapper which puts out a 22Khz square wave pulse. I used this over the lesion site with the intent that it will kill the cancer but I don't hold out too much hope. However, what it does do is kill the pain apparently by giving the nerves a good jangle it stops the pain from the lesion getting through. The first time I tried this using bare metal electrodes and an itsy bitsy 9volt battery I burnt myself under the armpit on one electrode. Fortunately the other electrode didn't cause the same effect as it was in my groin. This added to my discomfort somewhat and I now use a thin washing sponge soaked in brine to increase the conduction area on each electrode.
I am feeling desperate, I am no wiser as to what will stop this parasite eating my bones. A friend has emailed me with some information on Miracle Mineral Supplement or MMS. This stuff is actually a 28% solution of sodium chlorite and you mix it with a 10% solution of citric acid at a ratio of 1:5 in drops. The expected effect is to boost your immune system to help fight the cancer. I sat up till midnight on Christmas eve 2007 reading Jim Humble's story of how he discovered just what MMS would do. Fascinating, maybe this would save me, at least it was worth a try as main stream medicine could offer me nothing but a slow death.
By New years I have reached a stage where I cannot give anyone a hug, the pain is just too much. I'm thinking that it must be bad for a nice soft titty pushing into my chest to cause so much hurt. And it was. I find a supplier of MMS in Australia and order a bottle, citric acid I get from the supermarket as it's used in jam making and is readily available. I start at 2 drops and get no effect although the taste is pretty awful. I take another 2 in 4 hours and then another 2 in two hours. By now I have the trots (diarrhoea) but not too bad. Day 2: I start again and build up too 10 drops twice. By day three I'm hitting 15 drops. I still have the trots but it's easily tolerated and there is no pain or cramps. I've noticed a drop in the lesion pain when I hug my wife (or anyone else that wants a hug), However I put it down to placebo, I want this to work so badly. We work on developing the hug test as a measure of the effectiveness of the MMS.
By day 5 there is a marked difference in the pain level with the hug test I am allowing myself some indulgence with hope again, just a little mind you , we don't want to get carried away too soon. Things are improving every day and by day eight the pain when I hug is no more. Using the philosophy that if some's good more's better I increase the dose until I am taking up to 60 drops a day. The max recommended is 30. I have found that the trots decrease if I stop the cottage cheese and flax seed oil mix which I do. Come time for the PSA test and the decrease in the points increase is very heartening. As I started the MMS halfway through the test period a quick calculation puts my PSA into a net drop.
Just maybe I can beat this thing.
tbc.
Peter
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Early History - Sort Through the Bull.
My initial diagnosis of Advanced Prostate Cancer happened in May 2005 with a PSA (cancer marker) of 13. While adopting a wait and see approach I did a bit of research and generally stuck my head in the sand. I was thinking I can beat this although everything I was reading was saying that I wasn't going to make it beyond 5 years. I had no pain and the only symptoms that I can recognise in hindsight was referred pain around the right hip and in the past few years at times painful ejaculation. I needed a wake up call and in October 2005 I got it. My PSA had jumped to 64.
The only course of action I could take to buy me some time was chemo called hormone therapy. Modern medicine says that the cancer feeds on dihydrotestosterone so they give you drugs to knock out all the testosterone in your system. Don't ask me why they just don't knock out what causes your body to make dihydrotestosterone, even they cannot answer that question. The depletion of testosterone causes several debilitating effects. My initial reaction was quick and complete, total impotence and total loss of libido. If you have the first one then having the second is the only way to go because you no longer care. What a bitch.
The long term reaction is much more devastating. The lack of testosterone reduced me to an emotional wreck. I would be blubbering into my Wheaties at breakfast, crying over my lunch and don't look at me at tea time or I would burst into tears, and for no apparent reason. Decision making was very difficult for some of the simplest things at times and I was ok at other times. That effect has carried through to the present but to a much lesser degree, thank God, it was a terrible ordeal at times for both my wife and myself. Just let your imagination loose on the scenario of a menopausal female and an andropausal male in the same house. It was not pretty. By March '06 my PSA had dropped to 0.2 and by June '06 was at rock bottom at 0.03. It stayed at less than one until March '07. By May '07 I was back on the score board at 1.5 and by June it was 5.7. The honeymoon was about to end. In hindsight this would have been the time to get off the chemo and to hit the cancer with what I'm doing now but alas I did not have the information then that I do now.
I tried all sorts of alternate therapies with little to no success. The first was paw paw leaf and stem from the male paw paw tree (that's the one with lots of little flowers). I would cut these and cram them into a 5lt pot, cover with water and boil for a few hours covered ten uncover and reduce the water to about a third. I'd bottle this, freeze some and use about 40ml in 750ml of water and drink it at regular intervals during the day. In retrospect about every hour would be best. The active ingredient in this concoction is benzaldahyde which is very closely linked chemically to laetrile (B17). I was very aggressive in my treatments and some had some weird effects. The most severe was apricot kernels. The Doc I was going to said at the time when I told him ".. so your going to poison yourself now...". My reply was "...well you buggers are going too..". He also told me I had two years, be happy. I did appreciate that because it gave me the incentive to beat this thing that was chewing at my bones and I took it as an honest appraisal. What I'm about to describe is my history and not what I am doing now although it does include apricot kernels.
Apricot kernels have an undue reputation that they are poisonous, what a crock. Any medico who says that now immediately goes into my ignorant box because after being on 60 a day for months I was still very much alive and it doesn't kill the Hunzas around the top end of Afghanistan either and that is well referenced. However, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I managed to track down a bloke in Far North Queensland that had survived bowel cancer by using apricot kernels. He had passed on his info to many others and all that had listened and practiced what he said were still alive the others had stuck to mainstream medicine and died. By this time it was firmly fixed in my mind that if I was to survive I was going to have to do it without the assistance of "modern medicine".
Apricot kernels cannot be bought from any shop front in Australia, it's illegal, but you can get them off the Internet, they must be Australian, they are bitter and taste like marzipan, that's the stuff that does the job. American tastes for ever increasing sweetness has breed the good stuff out of their apricot kernels. Kernels imported into Australia are irradiated and will be dead and of no use, that goes for any nuts imported into Aus.
I started on my first protocol based on Dr Joanne Budwig's flax seed oil and cottage cheese I made from raw milk and incorporated into this the apricot kernels. As a consequence my days seemed to be spent just chewing. I would be eating this concoction of cottage cheese and flax seed oil and kernels about four times per day. I had read that the greatest cause of failure was not ingesting enough kernels. The literature tells you that you must not have more than 7-8 per day, that amount might be OK for someone in good health and using it to ward off cancer but as a treatment it's useless. I ended up chewing up to 60 a day. Now that's a lot of chewing and you can get pretty sick of it very quick as I did. I hung in for several months and noticed a few things about my body.
I would have dizzy spells, no not in the car or while driving. It only seemed to happen when I was out on my early morning walk and I couldn't work out why until I noted that I would look up and back over my shoulder and then get dizzy. Looking straight ahead or just looking sideways was OK but not up as well, very strange. After one particular incident where I nearly passed out I went home and took my blood pressure, Bingo - low blood pressure, 130's over low 60's, too low for a big bloke like me. Apparently When I turned my head and looked up I was in conjunction with the low BP restricting the blood supply via my carotid artery to my brain to a point of passing out.
It was about this time I had a visit from my sister (an RN) and her friend from nurse training days who just happened to be an Oncology Nurse. They were both interested in what I was doing, especially as I had no options from their side of medicine. The Oncology nurse when told of the apricot kernels mentioned that "...you don't get much benefit out of nuts..." as the stomach acid doesn't penetrate the chewed up pieces very far. This was to become a very important piece of information for me. After cogitating on it some and chewing on some kernels then spitting them out I noted just how big they were even though they felt like a paste in my mouth. I came to the conclusion I would have to reduce the size of the pieces of kernels. This I did with a small Sunbeam coffee grinder, grinding for about 20sec reduced the kernels to a powder. Was this good, sure was, however, the BP problem was getting worse. Sitting down and not doing much was fine, being active was fine, standing up quickly was a problem but easily taken care of, sleeping was another problem. I developed pain in my hips at around 1-3am and on researching found bad circulation can cause this. Putting 2+2 together I tied the BP problem with the circulation problem and to try and remedy this I found myself eating spoonfuls of curry powder with chillie in it trying to boost my metabolism at 3 am so I could get some sleep. This may seem a little strange and it was but I had to keep pushing on or die, great incentive. From blood gas tests I knew my O2 (Oxygen) levels were very low which in conjunction with the low BP was compounding my problem and according to Otto Warburg's research lack of O2 at a cellular level is the cause of cancer in the first place. I was in a quandry, damned if I do dead if I don't. (I now use half a teaspoon of rock salt before sleep - Sodium chloride akalises your blood allowing it to carry more O2, bumps your BP up bit as well - Sodium Chlorite will do the same thing but tastes like bleach, pwehh, but I take it as well - I'll go into that later)
I just kept on taking the same Flax and Safflower oil with cottage cheese and apricot kernels protocol until an incident while travelling to out daughters, about 1000km drive. I was driving and went up a steep grade in the road at speed. Right at the top of the hill I started to lose colour vision and instantly realised I was about to faint. I pulled over very smartly and turned off the ignition. Then nothing, it seemed that just the stress of what was about to happen pulled me round. This incident changed my driving habits to some degree. Thinking about it later when you increase your elevation above sea level it affects you BP. Sure enough I ended up when visiting my wife's father up in the New England area of NSW at 1000m I just couldn't function and felt very sick, very low blood pressure. As soon as I came back to sea level I was OK. It was after these incidents that I did more research on apricot kernels and found they can lower your BP. I started to think twice about continuing with the apricot kernels.
The only course of action I could take to buy me some time was chemo called hormone therapy. Modern medicine says that the cancer feeds on dihydrotestosterone so they give you drugs to knock out all the testosterone in your system. Don't ask me why they just don't knock out what causes your body to make dihydrotestosterone, even they cannot answer that question. The depletion of testosterone causes several debilitating effects. My initial reaction was quick and complete, total impotence and total loss of libido. If you have the first one then having the second is the only way to go because you no longer care. What a bitch.
The long term reaction is much more devastating. The lack of testosterone reduced me to an emotional wreck. I would be blubbering into my Wheaties at breakfast, crying over my lunch and don't look at me at tea time or I would burst into tears, and for no apparent reason. Decision making was very difficult for some of the simplest things at times and I was ok at other times. That effect has carried through to the present but to a much lesser degree, thank God, it was a terrible ordeal at times for both my wife and myself. Just let your imagination loose on the scenario of a menopausal female and an andropausal male in the same house. It was not pretty. By March '06 my PSA had dropped to 0.2 and by June '06 was at rock bottom at 0.03. It stayed at less than one until March '07. By May '07 I was back on the score board at 1.5 and by June it was 5.7. The honeymoon was about to end. In hindsight this would have been the time to get off the chemo and to hit the cancer with what I'm doing now but alas I did not have the information then that I do now.
I tried all sorts of alternate therapies with little to no success. The first was paw paw leaf and stem from the male paw paw tree (that's the one with lots of little flowers). I would cut these and cram them into a 5lt pot, cover with water and boil for a few hours covered ten uncover and reduce the water to about a third. I'd bottle this, freeze some and use about 40ml in 750ml of water and drink it at regular intervals during the day. In retrospect about every hour would be best. The active ingredient in this concoction is benzaldahyde which is very closely linked chemically to laetrile (B17). I was very aggressive in my treatments and some had some weird effects. The most severe was apricot kernels. The Doc I was going to said at the time when I told him ".. so your going to poison yourself now...". My reply was "...well you buggers are going too..". He also told me I had two years, be happy. I did appreciate that because it gave me the incentive to beat this thing that was chewing at my bones and I took it as an honest appraisal. What I'm about to describe is my history and not what I am doing now although it does include apricot kernels.
Apricot kernels have an undue reputation that they are poisonous, what a crock. Any medico who says that now immediately goes into my ignorant box because after being on 60 a day for months I was still very much alive and it doesn't kill the Hunzas around the top end of Afghanistan either and that is well referenced. However, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I managed to track down a bloke in Far North Queensland that had survived bowel cancer by using apricot kernels. He had passed on his info to many others and all that had listened and practiced what he said were still alive the others had stuck to mainstream medicine and died. By this time it was firmly fixed in my mind that if I was to survive I was going to have to do it without the assistance of "modern medicine".
Apricot kernels cannot be bought from any shop front in Australia, it's illegal, but you can get them off the Internet, they must be Australian, they are bitter and taste like marzipan, that's the stuff that does the job. American tastes for ever increasing sweetness has breed the good stuff out of their apricot kernels. Kernels imported into Australia are irradiated and will be dead and of no use, that goes for any nuts imported into Aus.
I started on my first protocol based on Dr Joanne Budwig's flax seed oil and cottage cheese I made from raw milk and incorporated into this the apricot kernels. As a consequence my days seemed to be spent just chewing. I would be eating this concoction of cottage cheese and flax seed oil and kernels about four times per day. I had read that the greatest cause of failure was not ingesting enough kernels. The literature tells you that you must not have more than 7-8 per day, that amount might be OK for someone in good health and using it to ward off cancer but as a treatment it's useless. I ended up chewing up to 60 a day. Now that's a lot of chewing and you can get pretty sick of it very quick as I did. I hung in for several months and noticed a few things about my body.
I would have dizzy spells, no not in the car or while driving. It only seemed to happen when I was out on my early morning walk and I couldn't work out why until I noted that I would look up and back over my shoulder and then get dizzy. Looking straight ahead or just looking sideways was OK but not up as well, very strange. After one particular incident where I nearly passed out I went home and took my blood pressure, Bingo - low blood pressure, 130's over low 60's, too low for a big bloke like me. Apparently When I turned my head and looked up I was in conjunction with the low BP restricting the blood supply via my carotid artery to my brain to a point of passing out.
It was about this time I had a visit from my sister (an RN) and her friend from nurse training days who just happened to be an Oncology Nurse. They were both interested in what I was doing, especially as I had no options from their side of medicine. The Oncology nurse when told of the apricot kernels mentioned that "...you don't get much benefit out of nuts..." as the stomach acid doesn't penetrate the chewed up pieces very far. This was to become a very important piece of information for me. After cogitating on it some and chewing on some kernels then spitting them out I noted just how big they were even though they felt like a paste in my mouth. I came to the conclusion I would have to reduce the size of the pieces of kernels. This I did with a small Sunbeam coffee grinder, grinding for about 20sec reduced the kernels to a powder. Was this good, sure was, however, the BP problem was getting worse. Sitting down and not doing much was fine, being active was fine, standing up quickly was a problem but easily taken care of, sleeping was another problem. I developed pain in my hips at around 1-3am and on researching found bad circulation can cause this. Putting 2+2 together I tied the BP problem with the circulation problem and to try and remedy this I found myself eating spoonfuls of curry powder with chillie in it trying to boost my metabolism at 3 am so I could get some sleep. This may seem a little strange and it was but I had to keep pushing on or die, great incentive. From blood gas tests I knew my O2 (Oxygen) levels were very low which in conjunction with the low BP was compounding my problem and according to Otto Warburg's research lack of O2 at a cellular level is the cause of cancer in the first place. I was in a quandry, damned if I do dead if I don't. (I now use half a teaspoon of rock salt before sleep - Sodium chloride akalises your blood allowing it to carry more O2, bumps your BP up bit as well - Sodium Chlorite will do the same thing but tastes like bleach, pwehh, but I take it as well - I'll go into that later)
I just kept on taking the same Flax and Safflower oil with cottage cheese and apricot kernels protocol until an incident while travelling to out daughters, about 1000km drive. I was driving and went up a steep grade in the road at speed. Right at the top of the hill I started to lose colour vision and instantly realised I was about to faint. I pulled over very smartly and turned off the ignition. Then nothing, it seemed that just the stress of what was about to happen pulled me round. This incident changed my driving habits to some degree. Thinking about it later when you increase your elevation above sea level it affects you BP. Sure enough I ended up when visiting my wife's father up in the New England area of NSW at 1000m I just couldn't function and felt very sick, very low blood pressure. As soon as I came back to sea level I was OK. It was after these incidents that I did more research on apricot kernels and found they can lower your BP. I started to think twice about continuing with the apricot kernels.
tbc
Peter
Peter
Saturday, April 18, 2009
How it all started
There are a few things common to the human species and one in particular is the initial reaction to that statement from your Dr. that you have a terminal disease such as cancer. In my case I just had to be different.
I think a bit of explanation is needed and to be brief, which I am not renowned for, I will cover it in point form.
I think a bit of explanation is needed and to be brief, which I am not renowned for, I will cover it in point form.
- I am an Electrical Technician - cause and effect is paramount in my thinking.
- I have solved problems all my working life - and prior, much to my mothers consternation.
- I always approach a problem from a clinical point of view - even my own.
- "Can't be done" is an anathema to me - if there's a will there is a way.
- Lateral thinking is NOT common in the medical profession - from past experience with a minor heart attack - we have brought this on ourselves by forcing litigious medicine.
- I research from various aspects - I play "what if" a lot - I follow through to possible conclusions.
- I am not afraid of change, being different, sacrifice for a goal - even the ultimate goal.
- I cannot tolerate ideological bullshit, yet have a strong spiritual outlook, my own, not religious dogma.
So, sitting in the Dr's surgery hearing a small piece of the truth, ..."you have advanced Prostate Cancer" nothing about "your going to die mate, 5 years tops". I accepted all I was told in a clinical manner while comforting my wife who tends to cry first and think later but that's OK gives me something to do while I take it all in. Four months later the diagnosis was aggressive advanced Prostate cancer. My new life started from this point.
For those of similar mind to me I'll give a time line for you to follow as the purpose of this blog is to maybe set an example (if I live) for others to follow (or not if I don't). I base my faith, hope, belief, whatever you want to call it, but have it you must, on my own research and logical rationalising as well as the work of so many others generally ignored by mainstream medicine. This includes top medical and biophysicist researchers of their day.
My research led me to two books which explain so much about the cause of cancer which has been known for over 80 years. Again generally ignored by mainstream medicine. They are:
- The Hidden Story Of Cancer by Brian Scott Peskin. This deals with a correlation of a lot of papers written by mainstream medicine about the cause of cancer, especially the work of Otto Warburg and the primary cause of cancer, a lack of oxygen in the cells.
- Fats that Heal Fats that Kill by Udo Erasmus. This deals with the causes of a lack of oxygen at a cellular level
I have approached the cancer in the same way I dealt with the causes of the heart attack, research, trial, being very, very aware of what and how my body is reacting and keeping a diary.
We all live under threat whether we know it or not but to deal with a threat you first have to identify what it is. In my view the greatest threat for cancer sufferers is the arrogance and ignorance of mainstream medicine. Arrogance because they only know treatments delivered to them by big pharma while thousands of their patients die and they adjust the stats. to put their results in a better light. Ignorance because while their patients die in their thousands if just one patient under the care of an alternative practitioner dies then the entire fraternity is persecuted for it and their treatments deemed to be quackery.
Some edicts I follow:
For the truth, always follow the money trail.
Most answers to lifes questions are simple - just think about it.
Use the K.I.S. S. principle (Keep it simple stupid).
tbc...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)