Tue 6th May

“Mr Shorrock, you,” said Dr J, veery gravely today, “are in dire straits.”

I was overwhelmed. Overcome. You have absolutely no concept of how I felt.

You see, I’ve only recently taken up the guitar.

And I’m still a chord short of five … dire straits indeed! Phenomenal.

On a more mundane level: “tell me something I don’t know, woman” was on the very tip of my tongue a strainin’ to break free.

“Master of the bleedin’ obvious” ran a close second.

Background to this? Long story, but hey man, if you’ve got the time, I’ve got the webspace … I’ll write it slowly, too … I know you can’t read fast.

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This shows current size - amazing that anyone can survive with such a thing hanging off the side of one’s neck, don’t you think? Taken 4th May ‘08	With family on the farm - Tony, Mom, myself and Debs Taken 24th March ‘08

As you well know by now, I hit a non-contributory blog writing phase, after having lasted 40 days on the Grape Diet, which has lasted all of 3 plus months. Sad, but true.

Reason? My body bombed out and my brain must have followed suit for a wee while … I hear you in the background muttering about somebody’s brain never not having been bombed out. Watch it. I’ll have you know that I have places in high friends.

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The Grape Diet lasted 48 days and that was that.

• I was sick, sick, sick to death of grapes. 3 grapes madeth a meal. 4 was overkill. Had you given me 5, you would’ve been shot.
• I was dreaming, dreaming, mark you, of preparing proper food … and I do not cook.
• The tumour (now known as scrofula or scroffie - will elucidate later), hadn’t shrunk at all. Bastard.
• I was so weak, once I’d flopped down onto the bed, I didn’t have the energy to move my legs, arms, head or hands and would simply lie in the original ‘flop’ position.
• I’d had an epileptic type fit where I lost all control of the body and it simply vibrated, spasmed and shook on its’ own mission.
• I cannot tell you how skinny I became … not that I’m far off it now … my body had disintegrated strength and sizewise.
• To put it simply, I was ’stuffed’ and had had enough of the whole damned grape business!

Thoughts:

• The grape cure may or may not work - I don’t know. Different strokes for different folks.
• I only know that after 48 days, I was still where I was.
• Perhaps it would have ‘worked’ had I lasted another few days? Perhaps not. Regardless, I was sick of the buggers and couldn’t stomach the sight of them - grapes, that is. C’est la vie.
• I’m positive others using the diet will have success … but, and this is the thing - only if they are meant to.

I moved on with 2 / two / 2 / TWO whole bananas. Wow. Taste again!

Unfortunately, by the time I’d finished the 2nd one, I felt like a stuffed turkey. My shrunken stomach just could not take so much food.

I gradually eased from grapes into what is known as the ‘Budwig Diet‘.

This is a diet based on Flaxseed Oil and ground Linseeds delivered via a cottage cheese mix and good vegetarian food - raw and otherwise. I’m not going to go into the nitty gritty of the Budwig Diet at the moment, suffice to say that it constituted good food once again and is considered a very potent weapon in the natural fight against cancer.

So what happened with this one then?

• I immediately started regaining strength and felt infinitely better about myself.
• Within a couple of weeks, I started using some piddly home gym weights to try and gain some more strength. I was actually able to lift the bar on my first attempt. It was from off the foot onto which I’d dropped it, but hey, what a start.
• I actually did do some cooking. Far out man. Wasn’t too bad either. The dog loved it.
• Scrofula continued to grow.

I continued on this diet for about 2 months with the first few weeks being great in terms of ability to move around, strength buildup and so on. At some point before the end of the first month and about 1 1/2 wks into the weights phase, I started using (in addition to the Budwig diet) some liquid drops known as MMS (Miracle Mineral Supplement - crass sounding, I know).

MMS was originally put together by an American (USA) gent who had discovered that the water purifying substance he was using while in Africa, was actually curing people of malaria. Well, he experimented with quantities, input vehicles etc and came up with this MMS, the main ingredient of which is sodium chlorite (not sodium chloride), of which I read some stunning reports in connection with malaria cures and experimental cancer treatments. He had, at that time, over 75 000 documented cases of malaria cures (100% success rate) but of cancer, he could only relate stories that had filtered back to him of successes, and I was also able to find independent success stories on the web.

No pain, no gain. Couldn’t harm me, I thought, I’ll just shove it in there and see what transpires.

As it was, I immediately began feeling weakish again and never quite regained the strength that I was beginning to pick up as debilitating pains were starting to appear sporadically throughout the body. They have continued to this day. In fact, this very day I’ve been in bed most of it as I couldn’t quite sort out a major upper hamstring burning. (Did get it sorted a couple of hours ago with liquid morphine - will let you know of my beauty pain regimen later

The MMS has a unique action (read about it on the web, if you’re of a mind to) and you soon start feeling a tad off as the poisons are eliminated into the body. It definitely worked as far as that goes. One slowly ups the dosages and tries to keep just shy of dosages that create nausea, vomiting etc. I was able to do this most of the time, but after a few weeks on the MMS, while feeling very poorly bodywise, decided I was now tired of ‘fancy’ diets/ideas and whatnot and was simply going to eat very cleanly - vegetarian, mostly raw and with a few veg juices throughout the day - which is what I did.

BUT, some well meaning soul/s decided that it was imperative that I ALSO have x amount of Barley Grass during the day, as well, to boost the system. I was assured that this was the stuff and couldn’t fail - 3 tablespoonfuls / day would have me running marathons in no time. (Not that I’ve ever had even the tittle of an idea to run a marathon before.)

I took the Barley Grass.

At this point, I’d like to point out very gently to the lady on the Aim Barley Grass CD, who tells one with such heartfelt manner how this softened her tumour within 4 days and how it then shrank away to nothing, that the exact opposite occurred with this particular Wizard. His tumour continued growing and getting harder day after day, clean food, veg juices, barley grass ‘n all ‘n all. Yah. Booh. Sucks.

Three weeks ago, I decided to enjoy my food once again and I now eat whatever I wish to within my vegetarian outlook - pizza, chocolate wafers, feta cheese, ice-cream, milo, tea - I no longer stint myself

(Note 10th May: Adding this 3 days after writing the previous, I’m now not able to eat whatever I want to as I keep bringing it straight back up - see explanation towards end of this post)

Thoughts:

• Methinks ’tis obvious that no matter what the wizard gets up to healthwise, this particular scrofula will continue growing and doing its’ own thing for as long as it’s is meant to. No more, no less.
• The script has been written and the wizard simply needs to play his part and go along with the flow. If a cure is to occur, it will. If not, it won’t.
• This is not in my hands at all. I’ve done my bit. What will be, will be.

Pain and other cancer related problems:

Pain is where the bulk of the problems lie. The body seems to come up with arbitrary aches and pains depending on where it decides I’m to suffer this week/day.

Examples:

• The right leg hip flexor has, for months now, been spasming and giving me hell. This is the muscle that lifts the knee up towards the ceiling, so, if it’s kaput, you cannot move much at all, trust me. To make it worse, the bugger has co-ordinated with his close pals, the adductors (which pull the thigh in towards the opposite thigh) and a clenched fist area of muscle inwards towards the groin also gives up the ghost. On bad days, I walk with a walking stick and take up to 30 secs trying to stand up attempting to straighten the right leg while avoiding the pain.
• One morning about 3 wks back, both thighs and hamstrings spasmed really badly while I was in the shower - so much so, that I dropped onto my knees to avoid falling over. ‘Twas an interesting shower, trust me. Although the initial thigh spasms went away, the hamstrings have remained almost permanently spasmed to one degree or another untill now - the very reason that I remained in the horizontal today (8th May).
• Of course, the tumour itself is getting heavier and heavier and causes a great deal of throbbing discomfort no matter what position I find myself in. Added to this, the areas of new growth are sensitive and cause their own aches and pains. The tumour size and weight precludes me sleeping in any other manner than flat on my back or on my left side, and on the left only briefly as the weight weighs heavily on the supporting skin.
• For a few months now, I’ve woken up every 45-60 min during the night, in order to head toiletwards. My bladder seems to have shrunk? This creates very little in the way of sleep-filled nights.
• ADDED to the above, I wake up 2-5 times a night having gone through a major sweat during the few mins of managed sleeping time. I wake up saturated in cold sweat which entails changing T-shirts, pyjama bottoms, sheets, pillows etc etc. Cancer apparently does this to one. Love it when a plan comes together.
• For weeks, I could hardly speak without coughing myself into a frenzy, which had people on the other end of the phone thinking I was dying there and then.
  The coughing has stopped now as a result of the cornucopia of pain relieving drugs which I’m on …. yeeaaaaah baby.

Up untill 2 wks ago, I was doing my damndest to stay off painkillers and any chemical type substances (ain’t gonna put that sh*te in my body, no sirree) and was only taking a single pain killer if absolutely necessary. Of course, by the time a painkiller was necessary, it was already faaar too late to take the tablet.

I was going through pain left, right and centre. Occasionally on the other side too.

It was completely incapacitating and all I seemed to be doing all day long, was trying to avoid the pain and curling up into odd positions, rocking backwards and forwards and crooning to myself to alleviate the pain and frustration.

Finally, some very kind soul put me out of my misery by serendipitiously having a dinnerside chat with a good doctor friend of hers and my situation came up. Lo and behold, the very kind doctor volunteered to come around to see me and see what advice she could give me. I have to tell you that I was overwhelmed - the caring, the empathy, the friendship - what can you say?

Petra promised to visit on the Sunday and I decided not to take a single pain killer, no matter how I was feeling, so that by the time she came around, she could see precisely what sort of state I was in.

She was late.

Late for me, that is. After 5pm.

I rolled. I rocked. I groaned. I grunted. I wheezed all day long. It was hell.

By the time she came, it was all she could do to stop me upending an entire container of pills all of a sardine.

Apparently she thought I was/am a ‘medical marvel’. I had ‘defied medical science’ just by still being alive with the time past, the size of the tumour and the fact that I’d not gone the medical route at all.

Kindest of all, she explained that pain management was the way to go - my future was decided as far as life and death went and that wasn’t going to change - and I needn’t spend my days writhing in agony. This was excellent news to me and we were given a comprehensive list of pills etc that could and should be taken to overcome pain and all that goes along with it.

She organised that I get a few blood tests to check whether I was short of any minerals, vitamins and whatnot, and that was done the very next day - for months now, the tumour has been bleeding and seeping from assorted spots - too much blood for the body to replace and I was feeling light-headed every time I stood up. Seems the only shortage I had, was a slight iron deficiency (understandable considering the amount of blood I was freely donating to the universe) and this has been rectified through iron tablets - I no longer feel dizzy. Score one.

Lastly, she put hospice in touch with us - these are the angelic nurses that visit you when you’re in such a band as dire straits to help ease the burden on yourself and your loved ones. Truly, they are definitely on the angel shortlist as far I’m concerned.

Petra was extremely helpful and kind and I’m most grateful to her for her help.

Then, not an hour after Petra left, along came the very friend that had spoken to her, with a large bag of pharmaceuticals that her mom had been using prior to her cancerous demise a week or two earlier - all in date and all paid for. What a blessing. I could get right along with the pain management business. Debs immediately called Petra with a list of our new pharmacy stock and we got down to business in a big way.

My pain recovery stems from that very day and each hour without pain is an absolute blessing.

I cannot tell you what a relief it is to be able to move around normally when I can. As you know, it’s only when something doesn’t work that you appreciate all the times that it did work!

So, to pontificate for a wee moment, if your body is working pretty well at this particular moment, I humbly suggest that you thank it with all your heart. You never know when it’s going to give up on you and you probably don’t deserve a well functioning vehicle considering all the junk food you’ve shoved into it! … and yet, here it is still striving valiantly to enable you to function normally … a marvel of creation.

The last few weeks:

Have entailed a major pain alleviation learning curve, hospital tests - ultrasound and x-rays, pain, projectile vomiting and strong deterioration as far as the body goes:

• As I have been eating assorted foods, some of which cancer probably thrives on, the scrofula has lapped it up and grown at a prodigious rate.
• Debs decided she wanted hospice to come around and advise us (before Petra put them onto us) and contacted our Provincial Hospital Oncology Dept. for a referral.
  The oncology doc (different one, this time) decided that she wanted to see me, but before she did, she wanted the above tests - stomach and chest areas.
  I had the tests done on the 24th April and saw her on the 6th May (overworked and overstressed woman trying to do her best in a failing South African healthcare system) with the comments that you see at the top of this post. (This hospital system of ours is something else - I could write an entire book explaining just how it is crumbling in the Eastern Cape alone … very sad to see the gross incompetence at administrative level, not the doctors, the administrators. For those in a first world country, you would simply not believe what happens this side of the great divide. Saying this, please understand that there are some incredibly caring and loving individuals in the system - the Provincial Oncology Dept for one, but they are let down so badly by administration that one is appalled.)

  Dr J
  wasn’t overly impressed with my ‘natural cancer treatment’ route and wasn’t slow in letting me know it with a dismissive comment. Behind a straight face, I chuckled merrily. Life has its’ moments.

  Apparently, I had a few spots here and there in the stomach area and in the lungs - nothing huge, but they were there where they weren’t before.

  The gist from her side was that I was on the way out and nothing was going to change that, but my imminent demise could be made more ‘palliative’ (interesting word, I thought - to palliate: to ‘alleviate the disease without curing’, by the way, is the meaning) esp. for those close to me, by having chemo or radiation treatment. Luvverly - for those close to me, she was suggesting I have chemo? She must be nuts.

  Radiation consists of (in my case) massive doses of radiation to the tumour in order to, hopefully, make life a little easier by reducing tumour size and to dry it out in order to help avoid the possibility of a sudden massive bleed - carotid artery and so on - which would be ‘traumatic’.

  “For who?” I asked, thinking that for myself it would surely be a blessing - a quick exit, messy or otherwise over a lingering one.

  She thought that I and those surrounding me would be traumatised by the huge amounts of blood that would be generated. I’m sure they would, but I certainly wouldn’t.

  Dr J obviously has a ton of experience in dealing with cancer patients (being in oncology and all ‘n all) and knows her stuff. Unfortunately, she didn’t really take any time out to know me. She didn’t have the time to - a waiting corridor stuffed with patients all day and every day would shorten my patience too, I’m sure.

  I’ve decided not to have any treatments, to simply watch the process without interfering and as previously stated: ‘What must be, must be’. I’m content with the result.

• I’ve had major pain problems, drugs notwithstanding, that have debilitated me quite often and caused me to assume the prostrate and neglect such necessaries as ‘blogging’
• I leave the scrofula open now in order to dry it out and alleviate the drop-drop bleeding that goes on continuously when I have a covering on it.
• I also use hydrogen peroxide to clean out the open areas and this works very well keeping it dryish and sterile.
• When friends visit, I’ll use gauze and a man’s nappy to cover scrof. To prevent the gauze sticking to the bleeding areas and re-opening what was closed, vaseline is used to cover the gauze and it is then covered in turn with colloidal silver gel - this makes it much easier to remove without damage.
• My breathing is mainly mouth based now as the tumour pushes more and more into my throat, which is making my meditation almost impossible. This is sad.
• The last day and a half, I’ve brought up all that I’ve put into the body - this may be due to experimentation with liquid morphine (am on morphine patches at present but needed a few ‘pick-me-ups’) which brings on severe nausea and vomiting with some people or it may be down to cancer in the stomach? We’ll find out over the next few days.
• Did I mention that when one is on pain relief medication, one has to take a fair amount of other crap in order to prevent an assortment of other problems from occuring? -
  • One takes medication for nausea and vomiting relief (fat lot of good this has done me the last day or two - I’ve had to resort to pushing anti-nausea bullets up my rear end, as opposed to popping frontal orifice pills, in order to keep them within the system! Charming.)
  • One takes medication to alleviate constipation.
  • One takes medication to stop one’s testicle hairs from strangling one’s testicles … and if you believe that, I’m doing well.

Taking into account that I may well be leaving this body at any time, I’ve had plenty of time to say goodbye to friends and to let them know what they mean to me.

I’ve been blessed with an amazing life and am surrounded by caring souls that I don’t deserve. What more can a man ask for?

We await developments

My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - IX - and not a grape in sight

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Grief - Day 40!! and I’m still alive … and still on the grape cure diet. I am more than amazed. How have I managed to stick with it? The foggiest. Nope, haven’t got it.

I cannot say that the last 6 days have been joyful. I have felt weak, dizzy, headachy and yesterday, for the first time, intensely lethargic. There may be a reason for yesterday’s lethargy - will elucidate shortly - so, I’m hoping it’s a one-off. Today, I was up again at 5.30am. (I’m not surprised, considering the amount I slept and dozed yesterday).

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I had the overwhelming joy of waking up, on the morning of the 27th Jan, to sheets and pillow covered in bloodstains. Seems that the neck tumour had bled profusely during the night and the poultice / bandage outfit hadn’t managed to contain the flow. Charming mess that I spent some time soaking, scrubbing and so on. Joy. Have now taken to sleeping with a towel between the pillow slip and the pillow, a towel under me and a towel covering me and turned over the top sheet. Ain’t life le grande?

Click on pics for larger versions … if you dare.

This is what I woke up to on the morning of the 17th Jan. I’d been bleeding profusely through the poultice. Marvellous. Spent g*d knows how long washing this lot off. Taken 17th Jan ‘08	And this is what the poultice looked like. Not for the faint-hearted Taken 17th Jan ‘08

The tumour seemed swollen, large and ripe. But, it still hasn’t really opened up yet.

The size of the tumour on the 17th Taken 17th Jan ‘08	Neck cancer tumour the next day. Taken 18th Jan ‘08

On Sunday, we decided to go sailing, as grim as I was feeling. For some reason, it’s been in the back of my mind for years, that one day I’m going to take off and spend quite some time crusing the world … who knows what will happen … and thought I’d better stop procrastinating and reading about sailing and simply get on with actually doing it and learning about it.

I am lucky enough to have amongst my friends, those with some knowledge of sailing (infinitely more than moi) and a yacht, which makes it infinitely easier to sail, doesn’t it?

A tumour all at sea. Grimness personified. Happy looking fellow, what? Taken 20th Jan ‘08

Unfortunately, I am prone to seasickness, which does not bode well for a weakened individual on the undulating seas … suffice to say, that all went well up till an hour into the trip. The sea was pretty calm but, unfortunately, the wind was nigh on non-existent. This caused a pleasant, slow heaving-rolling with the result that all of a sardine, the slimy sardine feeling that we all know so well and love so much, arose. Waves of nausea, blackness and dizziness took over. I dry retched. I spat. I felt diabolical. And then, hey presto, I felt much better. Bizarre.

We turned around. All was going along swimmingly. Then. Without warning. Another 2 mins of hell. I threw up twice (what little there was to throw up when you’re on a grape diet!), felt like hell and then, miraculously, I was fine again??

That was Sunday. On Monday, I was shattered. I slept, read and dozed through most of the day. No energy whatsoever. Methinks this man’s sense of balance is going to take some beating accustomizing to the sailing lark. P’raps easier when I’m hale and hearty again?

This is the preparation for the grape poultice. 2 grapes, each cut in half and flattened with a fork, laid on smallish gauze strips and covered with gauze impregnated with grape juice. The whole is on top of 2 larger gauze pads and the outer layer is the ever handy kitchen towel. Taken 22nd Jan ‘08	Neck cancer tumour today. Here you can see that the larger ‘open’ bit is protruding somewhat from the rather ripe red bulge. Pretty sight, isn’t it? Taken 22nd Jan ‘08

Today, Monday, I feel way better than yesterday, but am still weak, dizzy and a little lethargic. Just putting together this story has taken me some time - off to rest, back again, off to rest, back again - I feel like an invalid

Things that I’ve noticed over the last 5 days or so:

• dizzy almost every time I stand up and sometimes simply walking - nigh on blackout status at times - I have to lean over and hold onto whatever’s close till the feeling passes
• my heart is beating a lot faster than the regular 60 beats/min
• weakness
• I’m easily out of breath
• occasional pressure in the oesophagus
• extreme skinniness. I now resemble concentration camp victims. No joke. It is only my knees that now hold my backside off the floor.
• every single one of my trousers, if left to their own devices, end up around my ankles within a few steps. I’m now a 28in waist (from a 33in waist, I’ll have you note - if only I could keep this waist size when I regain my strength!)

As I’ve mentioned before, Johanna Brandt in the “Grape Cure”, is quite categorical about the fact that the process may take up to 2 months and that it may be when one thinks the end is nigh, that the turnaround takes place. One may wake up one morning feeling refreshed and food is upon the mind.

May that day approach with all due speed. I’m heartily tired of grapes.

Need hummus. Need pizza. Now.

I am constantly blown away by the constant encouragement and kind thoughts that I’ve been receiving from those in the know. And not only from South Africa - as far away as Perth - Michelle from Australia has been following my cancer treatment story and has left words of support. Very kind, indeed.

A small selection of the supportive emails that I’ve received lately:

Dear Hilton

We just received your email via Evy and I have just had a look at your blog. We just want to tell you that we think that you are one of the most courageous souls that we have the fortune of knowing. We will keep you in our hearts and in our meditation as you wage this war. You are a victorious jewel no doubt

With lots of love and Om shanti

Sisters Gita and Gail (who being inspired by you gave birth to twin smiles J J )

(Gail and Gita are from the Brahma Kumaris in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. They hold regular vegetarian cooking classes, meditation classes etc)

Contact details: Lotus House, 8 Dan Pienaar Street, Glendinningvale. For more information or to book your place please contact 041 373 6787 or 082 7100 175

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Dear Hilton,
You have been in my thoughts so much recently- I wish you well on your path. It must be very frightening.

Please let me know if you want to speak to LAH about the way she handled her cancer. Apart from anything else, she is a remarkable woman, and you would enjoy her.

Love,

L

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Hilton, we have not met, so forgive me for writing.

I happened to notice a recent email of yours to your ex yogis and it struck a chord.

I would like to suggest that you consider the use of comfrey poultices to help with your healing. It should not interfere with the grape cure.

if you google “comfrey poultice” on the internet you will find plenty of info. If you want to try it but cant obtain the plants I have some in my garden that you are welcome to.

Hope I am not interfering.

best wishes,

K

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Yo! Hilton!
Visit your website often, and it needs to be said …… You are so definitely not your ordinary run-of-the-mill oke! Never have been! Never will be! Kind of born to make a difference!

Willing you well asap.

Love, L

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hello yogi man, i have a good feeling about your shit man. i haven’t had it before. i have no idea what it means, thought i should let you know, just because i can keep socking it to those cancer cells brave man. love p

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Hi Hilton! Great to get an update! I

I wish you well on your way to recovery! Looking forward to witnessing your contagious smile again!

Huge Hugs….ok, they were tender as I am afraid that I might have squeezed to hard…I’m a big girl you know!

Take it easy…..keep smiling!

Hugs
L

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Hi Hilton
We spoke once or twice when I moved to PE. I was then still looking for a yoga teacher, a place to set up my hypnotherapy practice etc.

I came across your story through a friend, Antoinette. I’ve looked at your site and man, I must say, you’re one strong human being! Hats off to you!

Dunno if this will help, but I visited a doctor recently, Dr Bernard Lurie. He practices in the Seaview area. (My Note: Port Elizabeth, South Africa) He’s an iridologist and uses only natural products etc…

He mentioned that he’s had up to 88% success rate with cancer patients…

I’ve worked with so many cancer patients and I’m a cancer volunteer…and I know it can be quite irritating when you get advice from everyone…but 88% is quite a percentage…not to be ignored…

But you decide…

His number is (041) 378-1531

Hang in there and may all the powers of the universe carry you and kill those bad cells!

Regards
A

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Hi Hilt
Just been on your site to read your story and follow your journey. I have been away at our little seaside retreat…affectionately called…the shack. I spent much time walking with M along the deserted beach and often pondered as to how you were getting along.You came to mind a lot during this time! Your strength of spirit is a true inspiration….especially to old stress princess here!!! …to really observe without comment…My true AHA moment and life lesson i owe to you!! (Gotta admit i fell off the wagon soooo badly on that one…)

Be strong my dear friend and fight the good fight…all the while knowing …you are loved by many!!

Chat soon!
B

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Hi Hilton, I wish you lots of strength, I’m very very familiar with cheating….. alway trying to lose weight on one diet or another…. congrats! you’ve kept it up and done very well….how long do you stay on grapes? I’m going to tell my mom about this.. She is 80 and has a spot on her spine… this after having 1 breast removed, and part of her large intestine…. thank you for sharing with us

lots of love and smiles
p

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hello mr yogi, just keep writing your blurb man, i think its really important for people, both those with and without cancer. i am sure lots of people who don’t know you must think you are in a huge state of denial as far as your attitude to dying is concerned.the insight into the disease and living with it will be invaluable to many suffers and their loved ones. it will also make those with cancer think twice about winging about their lot in life. things going really well this side, i am slowly learning to incorporate all the little things i have learnt into my life and they work wonderfully.small things like living in the moment which are so hard to do but can bring so much joy. keep at it soldier, till we meet again, keep grooving. p

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Read your blog - was so nice to “hear” you if you know what I mean. Reading what you wrote felt like talking to you, so well done - you have quite a powerful writing style probably perfected from MyPE, or are you just a well versed St. Andrews lad? But definitely think you will touch many lives with that blog - will make a great book one day. Keep on trucking - you are wonderful!Luv ya.

H

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Dear H and D
Thanks so much for the mail. I’m so rooting for you. This is going to be like the earth moving beneath our feet. I think about you so often. I hope you continue to go from strength to strength.

Truckloads of blessing

B

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My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - VIII - Day 40 of the Grape Cure Diet

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Skin and bone, skin and bone.

But, the skeleton is still a’movin’

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So here we are on day 34 of grapes, grape juice, water and sweet fanny else … I lie, I have had the odd green tea or rooibos tea if I’ve been out at a restaurant or coffee shop with friends.

Have you ever sat at a quality pizza restaurant, Leonardo’s at the Boardwalk in Port Elizabeth for example, and been on some mono-diet which has precluded you from partaking in a single dish or a single item from the menu while all around you are sating themselves on the most delicious smelling pizzas, and the rich aromas of cappucinnos and good coffees have surrounded and enveloped you? This, my friend, takes willpower.

Had no idea I was so well endowed. (willpower, twit)

Either that, or I’m down to plan ‘Q’ with little room to manoeuvre.

My face is angular. The skin is stretched tight across prominent cheekbones and the eyes bulge if I open them a wee tad. (It would seem obvious then, that I should not open them more than a much wee-er tad).

The tumour seems huuuuge … with 2, not 1, openings now with both seeping blood at times. It appears extremely ripe and fit to burst. I pity anybody standing or sitting to my right when that day comes … thar she blows, Ishmael …

Click on pics for larger versions … if you dare.

Unfortunately, these photos don’t seem to show the gauntness! Rather large protuberance, what? Taken 14th Jan ‘08	And the jolly tumour type outfit thang from the side. Luvverly, jubberly. Taken 14th Jan ‘08
Flippin’ huge, ain’t it? Any wonder why I have no great joy in wandering around shopping centres at the moment? Taken 16th Jan ‘08

I am continually amazed that such a large growth has not interfered with my swallowing and hearing. It seem pressed so tightly into my lower ear and I occasionally feel slight pressure against the oesophagus, but that’s it.

Divine Providence looks over us, of this I’m sure.

It would seem that I’m suffering - I’m not, and have never really been. Oh, one can complain if one is of a mind to, but it would seem churlish when one is so blessed.

Life is life. It simply transpires and one gets on with whatever chances to come one’s way. As Glynnis (Alan of MyPE fame’s wife) says: “Sh*t happens“.

This is a life philosophy worthy of the finest consideraton.

Now what was I waffling about in the last post? :-

• the very uncomfortable tenderness and pain which emanated from directly below my sternum and extended about 3cm down and 5ish across (liver?), has diminished remarkably. I can breathe without discomfort and sleep without discomfort now. Hallelujah. It makes life much easier.
  I have no idea whether this is connected to the liver cancer that I was diagnosed with as, if it is, it’s the only discomfort that I have ever felt from there. Has it already cleared up?
• the dizzy spells, extreme weakness and lethargy that I was battling with so much definitely stemmed from not having had enemas to cleanse the toxins out the system. The enemas have helped considerably. I heartily recommend them.
  For a hefty fee, I shall assist you in this glorious process. For a lesser fee, I shall stand at a distance. For a mere stipend, I shall advise you over the phone. Nuff said.
• the neck tumour is not sensitive anymore, around the edges or anywhere else.

I have decided to continue doggedly on until, at the very least, 42 days have passed. I shall then re-evaluate the cancer situation, gauge whether there is progress and decide what to do from there.

I am fully conscious of a few things:

• I am acutely aware that the “Grape Cure” / grape diet treatment is entirely under the directorate of the Creator, not moi. I do my thing, He does His and all will be as it must be. This I cannot change.
• I shall never use chemotherapy as any part of my cancer treatment. This will continue to be a natural treatment.

Johanna Brandt, in the “Grape Cure”, states explicitly:

“Under the Grape Diet, it should run its full course within a month or six weeks. The patient loses weight to an extent that would be alarming if he did not understand the principle of the Cure. While on the first stage of the Grape Diet, nothing should be administred to make him gain weight - no food of any kind except the grape. In advanced cases it is sometimes by reducing him to a virtual skeleton that the disease may be overcome. When in severe cases he has reached this point, when he has been brought almost to skin and bone, there is nothing left for the cancer to live on and it usually disappears spontaneously. There are many kinds of cancer and the patients are all at different stages of the disease. It is therefore impossible to say beforehand how long it will take to arrive at the turning-point.”

Let the good times roll …

My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - VII - Day 34 of the Grape Diet

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Well, bit of a balls-up over the last few days!

I’ve felt distinctly poorly for the last 3 days - very weak, dizzy and disorientated on standing, zip energy and I’ve been out of breath frequently - and have been spending most of my time in the ‘couch-reclined‘.

Debs and my mom (who’s currently staying with us as my step-father, Tony, is in hospital after undergoing a quadruple bypass) were very worried indeed and trying to persuade me to increase the amount of grapes that I’m eating. The thought being that it’s as a result of not having enough grapes that I’m lacking vitality and losing even more weight. They even mooted the idea of having something more solid to get nutrients into the system. (An absolute no-no, by the way when going through the grape cure. Relatives mean well, but may not always give the best advice).

At first, while lying flat on my back on the couch doing my best ‘ailing and debilitated‘ impression, I thought it a plausible theory (not eating enough grapes) and was going along with the idea of having to force more grapes down my throat.

The idea, though, did not grab me by the left one in the slightest. I’m already pretty tired of eating grapes and have been liquidising them for the last few days as they are becoming much more palatable this way! Secondly, my stomach has shrunk so much that just a few mouthfuls of grapes or grape juice, and I’m full. Any more would entail stuffing them down, a bloated stomach and severe discomfort. I wasn’t looking forward to this at all.

Then.

I realised that, as a result of some well-meaning but misguided advice from a student, I’d not given myself an enema for 3 days as ‘you don’t want the body to get too used to enemas. It needs to have regular bowel movements too. An enema every few days is ok‘.

Poor advice, unfortunately, as it meant that the toxins which the body is trying to evacuate remain in the colon and if not passed or removed through enemas, diffuse back into the blood stream re-poisoning the body!!!

Hence the debilitating weakness, the lethargy, the frequent dizzy spells - I was busy poisoning myself with the very cancer toxins the body was so desperately trying to evacuate!

Result.

Hit the enema last night, purged myself - there is plenty there even though one is on grapes only, trust me - and felt infinitely better this morning.

Decision:- daily enemas unless a good bowel movement takes place on that particular day. (They’re few and far between, are my bowel movements and those that there are, have particularly unimpressive results, so a daily enema is on the cards for the duration).

It’s been 32 days now and I’m still on the grape diet. Quite amazing. I’m looking forward to clearing the neck tumour and any other cancer (if there still is any around) out and heading for a pizza

A couple of thoughts:

• the neck tumour has seemed slightly larger over the last few days
• it has been pretty sensitive in various places, esp round the edges at first and then towards the middle
• the inability to sleep on my right hand side forces me to sleep much more than I would flat on my back - this seems to be the cause of my sternum / ribcage muscles taking some strain with the effect that it has been difficult to take full breaths lately. Seems better today.
• Discomfort and tenderness in upper stomach just below the sternum
• Johanna Brandt in the “Grape Cure”, says that the process could be up to 2 months long, so I could have another month on grapes only … have to hang in there.
• only the occasional drop or two of blood from the neck tumour lately - am waiting for the debris to be evacuated through the tumour …

Methinks, that’s it for now.

If I don’t see ya through the week, I’ll see ya through the window

My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - VI - Day 32 of the Grape Diet

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And a tad more news.

As I mentioned yesterday, the tumour opening had pretty much closed up - so much so, that I was able to go without any poultice or plaster yesterday or last night. O happy days are here again …

This morning, while I was showering, I noticed the blood streaming down my arm again and dripping onto the floor (must be a shower thing). Bl**dy hell. I lunged for the facecloth, jammed it up against the tumour, turned off the shower and attempted the one-handed towelling ploy. Not easy.

Got to the kitchen for the ever handy roll of kitchen towelling and used that to mop up the blood, which by then, seemed to have diminished remarkably in flow. Curious. Must be a shower thing.

Anyway, no need for panic. All was ok. There was a small hole only. Tanks be to got.

Had time to put a little grape juice on some gauze and tape that to my neck.

First thing over.

Second happening - major for me, but perhaps more prosaic for you - I had my first un-enema-ed bowel movement today - 27 days after I started this whole fast / grape diet ploy! There’s a thing.

From around the 5 day mark, when I realised that bowel movements were probably going to be as rare as white football players in Africa, I’ve been giving myself daily enemas - a 40min outfit that releases many toxins from the system. Not pleasant, but necessary. Sad to say, I’m now pretty used to an object being shoved up my rear end. There are pastimes I find more pleasurable than the daily purge, trust me. Banging my head repeatedly against a wall, springs to mind.

And the third thing: We watched “Evan Almighty” on DVD this evening (thoroughly enjoyed it and thanks for asking) and when I rose from the couch-reclined, I noticed bloodstains on the ‘Debbie purchased 2 days ago’ couch cushion. Silk, nogal. She wasn’t too amused. She loves cushions - beaded ones; brown ones; cream ones; crap ones … it matters not. She’s a woman. She is. I’m sure of it. Have it on good authority. Thank the L*rd he made me male.

Stain remover. Sink. Washing powder. Scrub. Sorted.

And that was it, apart from some kind of server attack on our MyPE website that carried on till late afternoon. Very frustrating not to be able to access the site at all. Thankfully, all is up and running now without a hitch.

Give birth to a smile …

My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - V - Day 27 of the Grape Diet

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Great happenings are afoot! Well, p’raps not so great … but happenings nonetheless.

On day 23 of my grape diet, the tumour, which had been slowly but surely growing - grape diet or not - opened. We realised this when Debbie noticed that the plaster covering was soaked in blood. A hole the size of a 20c piece (South African, that is) had appeared and it was bleeding, dripping bright red blood slowly but surely.

Not a pretty picture! Taken after a quick dab to wipe up the blood.
You can clearly see the scar from the time the previous tumour was removed July ‘07

Well, I thought “finally! something’s happening. About bl**dy time!”

There was a quick sprint to grab tissues and whatever could stem the incessant dripping.

Thankfully, I’d just reread the “Grape Cure” by Johanna Brandt and had made absolutely sure what her recommended procedure was for dealing with open cancer tumours. Simple - make a grape poultice and cover to keep the opening open and moist, and change it regularly. Reason? There was a necessity to give the body the opening through which it could evacuate the debris - the cancer detritus - and the grapes kept it moist and open and they are a natural antiseptic. They ‘draw out the poisons’ she said.

No probs. Some missioning around to get hold of the various bits and pieces - cutting and squashing 3/4 grapes, laying them skins downward on a sheet of folded kitchen roll towel and keeping the whole gizmo pressed against my neck for a couple of hours.

Next question. How does one keep it pressed against the neck as it was rather a large poultice? Silk scarf courtesy of Debbie. Sorted. Looked like a twat. But sorted.

Right. When was it really going to open up and start evacuating the poisons? Day 24 came - didn’t shower as I didn’t want to go through the hassle of trying to find a way to keep the poultice outfit dry (how does one shower with a scarf on?) - and went - no change. Still open. Still dripping constantly, bright red blood only. Poultice. Poultice. Poultice. Bit tiresome going through the routine so many times during the day - even at night when I woke up.

Day 25: and I’m starting to think this scarf business is getting a bit much - I need a shower. Off with scarf, on with temporary poultice using 3 grapes between gauze layers, covered with a folded sheet of kitchen roll towel and stuck on using surgical tape. Voila! Works a treat. I shower …. bliss.

Why the heck go back to the scarf? Why not reduce the size of the poultice until it just covers the bulbous area that’s opened. Eureka! - 2 grapes between smaller gauze layers and covered with a much smaller, multiply-folded sheet of kitchen roll.towel.

Smaller poultice, but manageable now.

The bulbous end of the tumour is ever increasing in size. The rest is still hard. By the grace of G*d, although right up against my ear and throat, the cancer is not in any way interfering with hearing or swallowing (saying this, for a day or two a week back, I was feeling constriction while swallowing).

Day 26: Same procedure as last year, James. Was a tad lazy though and didn’t change the poultice dressing during the night. Decided to shower first and then renew.

While showering with the old dressing on, I noticed that the water on the floor was a rusty colour which got me to thinking just how dirty are my feet? Strangely, though the water was running constantly, the water was still discoloured and becoming more so. Then I noticed that blood was running down my arm! Sh*t. I was now bleeding profusely through the dressing!

I turned the shower off chop-chop, dried myself while clutching cloth to neck and shot off to get a clean dressing. Curious - when I took the old poultice off, there was no bleeding. Huh?

I got myself a second mirror and manoeuvred it until I could see what was going on. The hole had pretty much closed up! It was the sopping wet dressing that had been dripping the blood that was in it!

Thank you, G*d! There was but a minor hole and it was almost closed over.

Mmm. To me, this indicated that ’twasn’t time yet for the grapes to have done their thing and the cancer to be expelled from the system. Ah well, I’d have to wait.

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As you can see, the bulb of the tumour has become quite large and engorged.
To me, this indicates the possibility that this will open up shortly and expel the cancer.

My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - IV - Day 26 of the Grape Diet

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And now for the next part of my cancer treatment story (written on the 24th day of my Grape Diet – something happened on the 23rd day for the 1st time – the tumour has opened and started bleeding – see Pics Page - which I shall write more about in my next post.

See previous posts here: Part 1 - Part 2

Well, after the tumour was removed from my neck back in July, Dr Solomons put me into the Port Elizabeth Provincial Hospital Oncology patient system and I made an appointment to see Prof. Smit. He turned out to be a concerned and genuine soul who I much appreciated dealing with.

I was sent for a battery of tests ranging from blood tests to XRays and various other scanning outfits which all took time - a week and a half, actually.

The gist of it is that by the time Prof. Smit had all the results in his hand (another week), the tumour was growing back on the side of my neck and showed itself as a small lump.

His prognosis was honest, direct and to the point. I had cancer and it had metastasized (spread). They had picked up 3 cancer spots in the liver as well as the neck cancer etc.

This was not good news for him to relate and I saw the concern on his face. The truth is that I was expecting this and wasn’t phased in any way at all. This certainly wasn’t the case with my Mom and Debbie who were with me at the time. Their hearts stopped beating for a split second and they looked somewhat ashen.

The Prof went on to say that chemo was the best option and a specific blend of chemo chemicals likely to be the most effective. He had taken some time out to go and do some research and presented me with his findings.

I thanked him very much, but I wasn’t about do chemo at this time or at any time. (I’ve seen what chemo does to people and how many of them eke out disheartening, suffering lives for a few years and then die anyway. Obviously, there are many who are cured, but it is not a large percentage and it depends on the type of cancer and location.)

He asked what I would do and I told him that I would take a more natural route and we discussed possibilities for a while. He thought I was joining the ‘lunatic fringe’ :), bless him.

I said not to worry, I’d make an appointment for a month’s time to let them know I was still alive, which I did. I returned a month later and saw a junior doctor who asked whether I’d changed my mind and was now ready to do the chemo. Obviously I wasn’t, and he mentioned that it was “probably too late anyway” by now, considering the previous test results he was looking at. Amusing, to say the least.

He did, though, keep me in the oncology patient system in order that if I ever need them, I can pop back again.

And so I was on my own.

Research, research, research … read, read, read …question, question, question … lots of work!

I had information about: hydrogen peroxide; raw food diets; linseed; Johanna Budwig’s anti-cancer diet; “The Breuss Cancer Cure”; Essiac Tea; raw vegetable juicing; carrot juicing; garlic; vitamin C; acid/alkaline balances; apricot kernels; fasting; deep breathing; cayenne pepper; barley grass; wheatgrass; kelp; visualization techniques …. ye gods, but there was plenty out there to cure cancer naturally!

For wonderful all-round information, I recommend two books here: “Natural Cancer Treatments That Work” and “How To Fight Cancer And Win”

There was a minor problem at that stage – I don’t have any particularly strong need to live, and this is considered fairly essential in fighting cancer. My personal philosophy means that I’m happy being in this body and equally happy being without this particular body. This philosophy obviously causes a fair amount of consternation and unhappiness amongst those close to me, but so be it, it is who I am.

I started off with hydrogen peroxide (what it’s all about, I’ll explain later) – 3 drops/glass of water 3 times a day, increasing the dosage by a drop a day. By the time I got to 15 odd drops, I was close to vomiting with each glass of water. By g*d, but the stuff tastes foul! Suffice to say, that was that. I hated it and couldn’t stomach the stuff after that.

Then, it was onto the raw diet etc (ala Stuart Thomson of Gaia Research in Knysna – a very knowledgeable chap) for a month and things were held in check.

Unfortunately, I partake of my life’s blood - coffee (naughty, naughty), on a regular basis. Added to this, I felt the need for the occasional toast and whatnot. All in all, not too dedicated and therefore not totally effective. Not the treatment - the application.

I then came across the “The Grape Cure” by Basil Shackleton, while at my mom’s place at Kariega. I read it within an hour or two and decided that this was the answer. He found the grape diet by accident and then had it confirmed when he came across Johanna Brandt and her short book “Grape Cure” which was written many years previous to his discovery. It was extraordinarily effective for them and those that they’d advised.

THE GRAPE DIET WAS IT!

And by the next day, I’d started the diet – grapes, grape juice and water only.

(I’ll post more about the grape diet - the how’s and why’s etc later on)

I was determined. I would stick to it.

I stuck to it, rigidly. Determinedly.

We bought grapes from ‘Fruit and Veg’, always the darker grapes, as they had more cancer killing properties, and always the seeded grapes.

I didn’t at that stage realise that I could actually eat all grapes and not only the purple ones!

I also didn’t realise that I needn’t chew and swallow all the seeds, but just a few! As you may know, grape seeds taste particularly bitter and have no joy in them whatsoever.

I chewed and chewed grapes and seeds, masticated and masticated, and swallowed the lot. It was not too pleasant.

As the days wore on, we realised that the grapes were imported and that the supply was running out. The grapes were becoming less and less tasty and looking more and more depressed. They petered out.

I’d completed 10 days and it was months from the South African grape season.

Mmmm. Decision. Go back to simple food and bide my time till the grape season kicked in.

That night we’d been invited out to some friends for a meal – me grapes and Debs a simple dinner.

The ‘simple’ meal was laid out on the table … and somehow they’d found grapes for me! There was pitta bread; hummus (aaahhhhhhhhh); rice stuffed tomatoes; dips; veg sticks; cous-cous, feta cheese; olives; tzatziki …. I was overwhelmed. Stuff the crappy, ageing grapes. I tucked in, and that was the end of my fast.

Strangely enough, that very evening on the way to Mile’s place, I’d felt stirrings and sensitiveness in the neck tumour. This, to me, was an indication that it was working.

Too bad, so sad … and I went onto a ‘simple’ diet to bide my time till the South African summer. Unfortunately, my simple diet turned into weekly pizzas, daily coffees, frequent rusks and biscuits and and and … the tumour continued growing impressively. It was becoming so unsightly and provoking so many stares, that I began covering it with half of a 10cm x 6cm plaster which became increasingly larger until I had to use the entire plaster.

In fact, at one stage I thought my time was nigh. The cancer was growing, swelling, extremely sensitive and was making swallowing and turning my head difficult.

Debbie was planning our wedding 2 months away. I suggested that if she still wanted me standing at the wedding, we get married asap.

Two weeks later, we were married in a very simple ceremony with parents and 5 other poor souls there. I was still standing. Weak, but standing.

As it was, I continued standing although the cancer continued growing. I ate more simply, more uncooked food and yet I still cheated. And Debbie grew mad at my cheating. I don’t blame her. I wasn’t really trying. She went through a lot.

Then the grapes arrived in the stores – hallelujah!

I immediately went onto the grape diet – that was 24 days ago.

I haven’t cheated. I haven’t deviated. Through thick and thin, I’ve stuck to it like a limpet.

I shall detail my progress in the next post.

Cancer Treatment Methods - My Cancer Cure Story 3

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I’m writing this part of my cancer history on day 19 of my fast and grape food diet (first 6 days fasting on water only and from then the grape diet from Johanna Brandt). As you’ve realised, I’m still alive and kicking

See My Cancer Treatment Journey Photos HERE

About 2 yrs back, I realised that a scab like appearance on my cheek was somewhat unusual and probably skin cancer. If I rubbed it with a facecloth, it would take the thin layer off and remain raw for a few days.

Being the typical male, I didn’t say anything, but friends and family started noticing the slowly spreading, lumpy growth and eventually persuaded me to go and see a skin specialist, Dr Marx, which I did in September 2006.

He took one look at it and chopped it out with a laser. Bad move. What he thought was basal cell carcinoma (the lightest variation of skin cancer) turned out to be melanoma, the most serious form of skin cancer.

Melanoma, if recognised and treated early, is considered to be almost 100% curable. But if it is not recognised early enough, the cancer can advance and spread to other parts of the body. It then becomes hard to treat and can be fatal.

EXCERPTS FROM THE PATH LAB REPORT FROM ‘PATHCARE’

Drs Hofmeyr, Kasongo & Partners
Drs. Dietrich Voigt Mia Inc.
28/09/2006

ADDENDUM #2. - Entered: 05/10/06 – 1106

Received: 1 block, 4 stained slides.

Microscopy of the referred sections show curetted fragments of skin. The epidermis shows pseudo-epitheliomatous hyperplasia and is admixed with lobules of malignant melanoma. Fragments of epidermis show junctional atypical melanocytes with pagetoid invasion of the epidermis by large atypical melanocytes.

Immunochemical staining show strong positive staining for S100 and Melan-A in the tumour cells. No normal surrounding dermis is present for assessment.

The features are those of a malignant melanoma in the vertical growth phase in view of the presence of mitotic activity in the dermal lobules. The Clark level and Breslow thickness cannot be estimated with any accuracy as these fragments have been randomly orientated.

DIAGNOSIS: - Curetting, right cheek - MALIGNANT MELANOMA
VERTICAL GROWTH PHASE

And from the 2nd page:

‘… ulcerated malignant melanoma tumour, the cells of which appear carcinomatous and exhibit squamous differentiation.”

IN LAYMAN’S TERMS

Skin cancer of the severe kind!

The moment Dr Marx received the pathologist’s lab report, he phoned me and recommended that I see a plastic surgeon. The plastic surgeon, Dr Konrad Hoekstra, promptly excised around the area which the skin specialist had lasered out.

This excision was sent off, to another path lab this time, but unfortunately wasn’t conclusive as to whether the cancer still remained as the area tested had already been obliterated with the laser.

His thought was to simply wait and see and if it cropped up again, we’d know it was cancer.

About 6 months later, while adjusting my position during a shoulderstand in a yoga class, I felt a flicking sensation across the side of my neck, as if a tendon was flicking past a bone. The more I adjusted, the more I felt it, and then it seemed to flick ‘out’- for want of a better word – and caused a small lump on the side of my neck.

At first I imagined that it was simply a gland of some sort that had shifted slightly and would soon go back into place. It didn’t.

It grew, slowly at first, and then somewhat quicker until it resembled a golf ball out the side of my neck. Again, being male, I did nothing until finally persuaded to see a plastic surgeon again. This time, a different one as I felt that it was probably going to be cut out and would need a little more than a simple excision.

As I don’t have medical aid, I was extremely lucky to be persuaded by one of my yoga students to see Dr Solomons in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, as he would be able to put me through the public health system. (This was about July 2007)

He took one look at it on a Friday afternoon, had no doubt that this was not mickey mouse type cancer, and had me under general anaesthetic at the Provincial Hospital by Monday morning, where he cut it out, and for good measure, removed more from my cheek, where the skin cancer seemed to have returned.

I came to instructing the nurse who was shaking me to “chill” and telling Michelle, a doctor friend who came to see if I was alright, to “Remember the golden rule. He who has the gold, makes the rules.”

I remained in a ward for an hour or so after the op and then went home, plastered up, cheek and neck.

More to follow in my next post.

Cancer Treatment Methods - My Cancer Cure Story 2

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Having cancer may seem like the end of the world. I know. I have cancer - liver, neck and skin cancer.

See My Cancer Treatment Journey Photos HERE

To cure your cancer, you’ll probably be strongly advised by the well-meaning around you (ex cancer patients too!) to follow a traditional cancer treatment program.

In my view, this is not necessary. I have been following a ‘whole body’ natural cancer treatment program after much research and study as I simply have no desire to stick unnatural cancer cure chemicals into my body.

This is not to say that you shouldn’t follow the more traditional cancer treatment methods. It was simply a personal choice as I don’t have any major fear of dying, have no children that I know of, and I’m able to take my time and experiment with various natural cancer treatment methods without the pressure that others may feel.

I have tried a few natural cancer treatments up to this point but have stuck to one as a result of one thing or another, until this particular point (where the neck tumour is unsightly and getting in my way) when I’ve decided that enough is enough - if I’m going to cure cancer naturally, then I must do it properly.

And so I am. At last.

I’m on the 18th day of a strict diet - the 1st 6 days were water only and then I moved onto grapes and water. This natural cancer treatment approach is known as the ‘Grape Diet’ and so far, so good. I have energy. I’m not tired. My skin is great and I’m not hungry. Naturally, I’ve lost a fair amount of weight. Possibly a new diet for the overweight amongst us?

I have read up on a number of natural cancer cure approaches and treatments and I’ve found many of them to have a lot of value. I’ve begun testing a few of these cancer treatments and have found them to be very beneficial while they were being utilised.

I simply found that I personally strayed from the straight and narrow disciplines a little too often and fell off the wagon when I needed perseverance, hence the simplistic natural cancer treatment approach that I’m following now, which is not for everyone!

I shall post regularly with updates as to my cancer cure progress and additional information regarding some of the other natural cancer treatment methods that I’ve found particularly effective, and which made definite differences to my own body while I was following them.

I hope that you find the cancer information in this blog interesting, informative and may the cancer info help you to cure your own cancer!

Please contact me via the contact page, or feel free to leave a comment, if you have helpful cancer treatment information for cancer victims.

My Story Part 1

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