Sharing the News

Thank you

I decided to include this section to give you an idea of how hard it is to share a diagnosis with family.  It is so painful to watch your loved ones receive your bad news. Please, if you ever find yourself in this situation ask for support.

It was without a shadow of a doubt the hardest part of my journey to date.

From the start I had no intention of telling anyone about my diagnosis until I had the full results, completed my research and decided on the road I would take.

I was persuaded rightly or wrongly by the staff at the hospital that my children must be told.

On reflection, I may have waited. Looking back, I caused a lot of unnecessary pain.

I returned to London on Saturday the 3rd of September 2016 with my sister Barbara to tell my children and son-in-law my news. It was emotional, very emotional.

It almost felt as if I was telling them I was dying and had come to say goodbye.

We were all devastated.

Recalling the memory over 30 months on still makes me emotional, I was riddled with guilt. Just to look at my children and grandchild that weekend made me feel sad, guilty and for the first time in my life out of control of my situation.

The reason I want to mention this part of my journey is to acknowledge my sister, Barbara. I have a great need to say a huge thank you to her publicly. She was and always has been there for me when I need her.

She made an awful journey bearable and if I ever needed support, this was the time. She was there for me 100%. Thank you from the bottom of my heart Barbara. I will never, ever forget what you did that weekend. You may never know how truly grateful I was and will always be.

I also have to thank my children and son-in-law for that weekend, you made a very difficult time easier. Limoz, my favorite son-in-law even gave me a trendy short hair cut in preparation for my treatment.

I think it is fair to say this demonstrates that I was still open to conventional treatment at that time.

On a much lighter note if only everyone reacted like my sister Marian when I gave her the news. Her reaction still makes me laugh out loud. There she was in her utility room, muddling through dirty washing when I arrived and said: “sit down Marian I have something to tell you”. “No”, she said, “just tell me”.

“Okay,” I said, “I have been diagnosed with cancer”. There I was waiting for the tears and she says” oh thank God it was you. Someone had to get it and out of all of us, you will be grand. I would fall to pieces”.

For her faith in me, I will always be grateful. Everyone needs a Marian to keep it real.

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So, Marian and Barbara were commissioned to tell my siblings only. They were under strict instructions to tell no one else. I personally didn’t care who knew but it was important to me to keep this news away from my elderly parents. They really did not need to know, until I knew what could happen.

No news is good news.

Over 2 years on and my parents now know. It became apparent that if I didn’t tell them, someone else would. I told them the diagnosis, my decision and what I had been doing and as far as they are concerned, I have cured myself and that is the way we leave it. To be honest after the first initial shock and a month of watching me like a hawk we never talk about it.

As a person who has a cancer diagnosis, I can say my experience of telling people my diagnosis has made me realise how fearful everyone is around the word cancer.

Fear does not help, what helps is to remain positive, do some research and make your own decisions with medical advice and a lot of research. If the news of a diagnosis of cancer is too much to bear get yourself a cancer buddy and ask them to research for you.

I would also like to thank all those great people out there who do not make me feel diseased when they hear my news. Thank you, especially all of you who joke with me. Laughter is medicine at its best. This journey is not easy and for anyone contemplating it, believe me it is lonely.

A special thanks must go to my children, my partner and my son-in -law. My children for being the best and my partner for putting up with me.

To Pippa, who is a pure lady, my greatest critique and advisor, who conceals her emotions and fears like a professional.

To Finnbar, who jokes with me totally inappropriately but is secretly concerned.

To Limoz, who is terrified of death and cannot speak about it. Your practical offers of help and support do not go unnoticed.

To John, who shows no emotion but supports me with all my decisions and who never gives up believing in me. Your support has been amazing and although I am not the most sentimental person in the world, I know, you know you are always appreciated.

I love you all.

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Now since I have given you all an insight into a piece of my heart can you please sign and share, share and share again. My posts on FB only get a 3-hour window of opportunity every time I post them. Trust me this petition is not for me it is for the children and grandchildren of the world.

  1. Will I live, or will I die.
  2. My conventional journey begins.
  3. My conventional journey continues.

 

Disclaimer.

This blog contains my opinions, my journey and some of my research details. It is not in any way a substitute for the readers own medical advisor. I am not a medical Doctor.  I disclaim all responsibility for injury, damage or loss to anyone that reads this and follows any or similar protocols mentioned.

My Conventional Journey continues.

MRI

On Thursday 15th September 2016 I attended the hospital for an MRI and CT Scan. I think this was the day I subconsciously knew the conventional route of treating Breast Cancer was not for me. I had time to think about my experience so far and the options open to me and not one of them appealed to me.

I remember that day so well. I sat in a full waiting room watching very fearful faces and thought what on earth am I doing. Why am I buying into this?

I sat thinking about my life, which anyone who has had a cancer diagnosis would know exactly what I mean.

I sat reflecting and realised that for the past 30 years plus I have studied and had a great interest in alternative medicine.

I am a fully qualified Shiatsu practitioner with certificates in Reiki and Reflexology. I have attended homeopathy, kinesiology, counseling and co-counseling courses, too many to recall and there I was sitting contemplating a conventional route that I found barbaric.

That day I drank a ridiculous amount of Gadolinium, which at the time I didn’t even know what it was.

My body was aching to leave, stop this protocol and get out of there to research alternatives. Nothing in my life had prepared me for what conventional treatment entailed and without time to register what was truly happening to me I was fixated on doing what I was told, which was poisoning my already sick body.

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I felt like a train running out of track.

As my blog progresses and I become a better writer I will share with you a lot of my research in more detail, for now, I want to share my journey and hope that it can offer help and encouragement to those undertaking similar journeys.

There is also ulterior motive to my blogging as I explained in a previous post. I want to give an insight into my personal journey and a better understanding on how prosecuting alternative therapists who claim their therapies can help cancer, will hurt so many individuals that chose to follow their own path of healing.

How can you regulate Self-Healing? or how does our Government plan to regulate Self-Healing?

Ok, back to my first real night of research.

Gadolinium was the first thing on my mind, perhaps because I had so much flowing around inside of me.

Gadolinium is an MRI contrast agent used to improve the visibility of the internal body and that night I read some horrific articles about the use of Gadolinium

Below please find a couple of links about Gadolinium.

https://www.facebook.com/438942453126630/videos/442812426072966/

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/30204075

My next point of research. Biopsy. My tumor had doubled in size within 2 days of having the biopsy and I knew this couldn’t just be a coincidence

Before the night was out my fears were confirmed. Research and countless other individuals’ stories concreted my regret. I, 100% wholeheartedly regret my biopsy. If there is anything, I want to pass onto others starting their research and journey. Please, please research the effects of biopsy before you are in the hospital and not given one second of time to think.

https://thetruthaboutcancer.com/breast-lumpectomy-biopsy/

Also, for anyone interested in my brief discussions on Mammograms, I include some links that are useful. It is a long video but there are definitely some interesting facts in there. Stick with it.

https://thetruthaboutcancer.com/video-mammograms-cause-breast-cancer/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcnd3usdNxo&feature=share

My mind was full and I was overloaded with information, mostly conflicting, but two subjects came up again and again. Cancer cannot grow where there is oxygen and where there is cancer there is a highly acidic body.

Oxygen and Acid.

So, after my nights research and very little sleep, I had a plan, get oxygen and check my Ph levels.

On Monday 19th September I started oxygen treatment. I was finally onto something and it felt right. (If you are interested in more information google Hyperbaric Oxygen and find your closest chamber).

I located PH stripes on Amazon and as the delivery time was going to be over a week, I phoned my Doctor’s to ask for a couple of stripes. I was told no, seemingly I would need to attend the Doctors so she could do the test. Although it wasn’t said I was  made to feel that I wasn’t intelligent enough to wee and spit on a strip on my own.

A week later the strips arrived and sure enough, my urine and saliva were below normal levels so a radical change in diet was necessary to change the terrain of my body back to what it should be. My aim; to be healthy and kill off those annoying cancer cells. So unknown to me at the time my alternative journey began and within a couple of weeks of my new radical diet and receiving oxygen daily I already felt so much better.

Now I am going to leave you with my thoughts on what I would do now if I could go back in time.

When I got my first bout of mastitis, I would have used a poultice, cabbage leave, castor oil or baking soda, not antibiotics.

https://wellnessmama.com/2964/mastitis-remedies/

I would have used Thermography over Mammogram.

I would have eaten less red meat, sugary foods and drank less alcohol.

I would have eaten my greens with gusto.

I would have exercised more but mostly I would have taken up yoga, especially Kundalini Yoga or one of the modalities that focus on breath. It has taken me years to realise I don’t breathe correctly or deeply.

Lastly, I would not stress over things I have no control over.

Oh, and most important I would have received a monthly treatment like Shiatsu, Acupuncture, Reflexology, mix it up.

In short, I would have remembered how important I am.

Everyone needs refuelling.

Tibetan proverb

 

You know what is coming next? If you have any interest in alternative health for cancer, please, please sign and share my petition. Please don’t stop sharing. I need those signatures.

2. My conventional journey begins.

Disclaimer.

This blog contains my opinions, my journey and some of my research details. It is not in any way a substitute for the readers own medical advisor. I am not a medical Doctor.  I disclaim all responsibility for injury, damage or loss to anyone that reads this and follows any or similar protocols mentioned.

 

My Conventional Journey begins.

Breast Biopsy

My journey started in the summer of 2016, I was tired, so tired and I knew something was not right.

I had mastitis in my left breast 30 plus years ago and from that point my left breast always felt different to my right breast, it felt blocked and heavy.

I wonder how many breasts jokes I will have to listen to when my friends read this.

At my annual check-up, if and when I remembered, I would mention how my breast felt to my Doctor. This would inevitably lead to a breast check and an appointment for a mammogram.  At a guess I had a mammogram every 3 to 4 years.

My diagnosis ranged from an ingrown hair to the onset of MS, thankfully I totally ignored the MS diagnosis.

I also had and still have a lymph node under my left arm that would inflate and deflate like a cheap rubber ring. If only I had known what I know now I would never have had one mammogram, let alone all the mammograms I agreed to.

I would have paid for Thermography

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July 2016 brought pain and discomfort to my left breast that woke me during the night. I knew I needed to investigate further so on Wednesday 20th July at 9 am I visited my Doctor. I requested full blood tests and voiced my concerns. At 4 pm the same day I was asked to come back for an ECG. From here on in I was very impressed at the speed of events.

On Tuesday 2nd August I was sent to the HSE, Arklow for an ultrasound of my lower region and an X-ray of my lungs.

Then on Friday 19th August I had my first visit to SVH (St. Vincent’s Hospital) for a mammogram and ultrasound, as soon as they told me I needed a biopsy I knew my diagnosis. I have lost count of the number of mammograms and ultrasounds my left breast had but never a biopsy.

Up until that time my only 2 regrets in life were (1) I can’t sing and (2) I didn’t have more children, now I have 3. I agreed to a biopsy.

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