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
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