My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - Part 5
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My Natural Cancer Treatment Story - V - Day 27 of the Grape Diet
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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Thank you for directing your ex-yogis to your blogspot, dear Sri Sri. I am reading avidly and am so grateful for the updates. You & Debbie are never far from my & Anja’s thoughts.
It seems food can be poison, or medicine for the body. We have lost the plot nowadays and pour poison into our bodies with all the over-processed, preservative & additive-laden crap on offer. The diet you are following emphasizes food as medicine, very enlightening.
I am rooting for you, we want you around on this earth still for a long time to come, dear Sri Sri. Thank you so much for sharing your story.
Thank you, Nina - nice to see you on the blog! Appreciate the thoughts indeed
Dear Hilton,
Thankyou for directing me to your blog.
Just wanted to tell you that I think that you are quite an extraordinary person! Smile, i think though I knew that from the very first beginners class I attended! Its what made my introduction to yoga such an amazing experience.I have so admired the courage and fortitude you have shown in the face of this adversity, but having not been to classes etc I had not quite realised the extent of the nature of this beast.
I will be following your progress now with much hope, for I do somewhere believe that such inner strength, utter belief & discipline cannot be for nought!
I will pass this on to Di too!
As always you are in our thoughts and prayers.
Lynda
Hi Couz
Dad told me about the cancer but I didnt realise the exact severity of it. WOW - you have the courage. Seems like everyone in our family has the courage when it comes to illness, like Dad when he was diagnosed with bladder cancer - he never gave up and still has not given up.
Thinking of you, stay strong and positive. Catch up soon.
Lots of love
Tashi
Lynda and Tash - thank you guys. Very kind words. Am keeping the faith