Cancer Treatment - Cure Cancer

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

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.

Click on pics for larger versions … if you dare.

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.

Forget not that you are able to subscribe to ‘new content’ email updates. Just mosey on down to the bottom of a post where you’ll see a “Subscribe to new content updates“. Then you’ll know instantly when I’ve posted … promptly about tea time … yearly …

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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