All This for a Piece of Cake

piece-of-cake not a cancer cure

A Cancer Cure is only required because your immune system has been compromised by years of neglect. We go through our life thinking, it’s OK, this one meal will not harm me and we think…tomorrow, I’ll have a salad. We eat fast food and we think...tomorrow I’ll have a salad. We eat pizza with extra cheese and we think…tomorrow, I’ll have a salad. And I ask,

“All this for a piece of cake?”

It’s true, we are wired to really love sugar, salt and fat. Especially sugar. You can get a slice of cake from the Cheesecake factory, you can get as much as 5000 calories of pancreas busting sweetness, enough calories to survive for several days! Everywhere you go, our food is literally designed to be simply irresistible!

So, every day, we eat just one more piece and promise ourselves that we will make a better choice…tomorrow.

What are the results of this “maybe tomorrow” behavior?

Obesity, Heart disease, Adult onset Type II Diabetes, Fibromyalgia and all kinds of other mysterious systemic problems, and ultimately, the breakdown of the immune system and the growth of Cancer in the body.

And I ask, “All this for a piece of cake?”

I wish I could instill the desire in everyone to rethink immediate gratification and putting off until tomorrow what we should be doing today. Sadly, I don’t know how…yet. But I’ve not given up.

My journey has taught me the hard way. I did not make any changes until I was literally too afraid not to. When I found myself recovering from surgery with a diagnosis of stage IV colon cancer, I was firmly in tomorrow land. Tomorrow had come and I had choices to make.

Do I start taking care of myself today?  Right now?  Or do I wait, again, until tomorrow?

Fortunately, I decided that immediate action was required. The first better choice I made was to start eating vegetarian food.

Everything Changed

Then, everything changed. It took a few weeks before my hunger pangs stabilized and then, magic happened. My blood sugar levels stabilized, leveled out and I was no longer hungry all the time. My energy levels stopped rising and falling like a roller coaster. I did not feel like I was going to pass out unless I ate my next meal immediately.

It reminded me of giving up caffeine only not as severe. Giving up caffeine makes your head feel like it’s going to explode for up to a week and then it goes away and you’re ok. Classic withdrawal symptoms. Giving up sugar is more subtle and not quite as uncomfortable. But after a few weeks, you feel so much better!

I know this to be true because I have gone through it, and so have many others. My own sister finally decided to give it a try and the symptoms of her mysterious fibromyalgia were mitigated for the first time in 20 years. Modern medicine never suggested she modify her diet. And only when she did, did her symptoms abate.

Another example – My friend’s wife was presenting with tongue cancer for the second time. The first time, she subjected herself to surgery to remove it. What was ahead of her this time was more surgery, radiation, chemotherapy, a whole lot of pain and very likely an ultimately horrible death.

Fortunately, I met with my friend and his wife and let them know about what I was learning on my journey. She decided to give the protocol in chapter 5 of Bill Henderson’s book, Cancer-Free, the same protocol I’m using, a try.

The results? The cancer on her tongue disappeared and has not returned. It required no surgery, radiation or chemotherapy treatments.

Let’s be perfectly clear. I’m not insisting that Bill’s protocol is ‘a’ or ‘the’ cancer cure for everyone or anyone. But it’s powerful medicine as in Hypocrates saying, “Let food be thy medicine and medicine by thy food.” It helps rebuild your immune system, stabilize your blood sugar, reduce the omega 6 fats that suppress your immune system, reduce your weight without dieting, and overall, completely changes the way you feel for the best.

In the best cases, there are hundreds and hundreds of testimonials from people who have found their cancer cure in this and similar natural protocols. At worst, like me, they got all these benefits and also mitigated the side effects of chemotherapy. Many other people, after going through several rounds of chemo, finally got their cancer under control only after adopting such a natural protocol. Others, even more severe, had been sent home to get their affairs in order and prepare to die, only to get their cancer under control and go into remission.

Obesity, heart disease, … Cancer…, all this for a Piece of Cake?

At what point will you make a better choice…now? Will it be today, or tomorrow? Or tomorrow? Or Tomorrow….

“…Waiter, I’ll have the….”

What will you choose tomorrow?

 

Note: This article is dedicated to my friend, Christine, for starting me out on the right path with the simple gift of a book.

UPDATE: Post Surgery MRI July 2014

Sunflower-RobertUPDATE – July 2014.  It’s been a little while (too long?) since my last update. Many people have asked me how I’m doing so here we go!

First, a little context. Back in April, when I was presented with the idea of going in for a second surgery to reconnect my colon (a good thing), it was clear that there was more at stake. Healing from surgery takes a LOT of the body’s chemical and psychological energy. In effect, this meant possibly diverting energy that was healing cancer away to heal the surgical wounds.

But then, I’ve always been an entrepreneurial risk taker. This time, though, the downside was potentially more serious.

Returning back to today. A few weeks ago, I had an MRI and blood work. As expected, the MRI did show some increase in the size of the tumors in my Liver. There is no increase in the size of my liver overall. Interestingly, though, the blood work showed a near perfectly functioning liver.

Over the last month, my physical condition has improved significantly. I’m at a stable 190 lbs and am able to walk, jog, swim, play racquetball, and do sit-ups and calisthenics. Basically, I look and feel great.

Treatment-wise, I’m doing some more to focus on liver cleansing as well as cancer fighting. I’ve added “Essiac” Tea to my daily regimen. I’m also adding Laetrile to the mix in the form of apricot seeds with some added protyolytic enzymes.

In speaking to my Oncologist, we discussed some other ways of monitoring my livers’ progress short of a lengthy and expensive MRI. He suggested we could do a more frequent ultrasound as a simpler way to check my progress. Incidentally, he thought I looked great, too! He wanted me to understand more about his available treatment – chemotherapy – so I sat with a nurse who filled me in after my visit with him. I have to say, for as much as I thought I knew about chemo beforehand, it’s even worse than you can imagine! Chemo kills pretty much every kind of cell in your body, from red and white blood cells, platelets, bone marrow, blood cell production is impaired, and, oh yeah, it kills cancer cells. So, chemo can kill the cancerous liver tumors and shrink them.

By the way, I insisted on hearing about the version of chemo that did NOT have nerve damage (neuropathy) as a side effect so that my feet and hands would not be permanently damaged! Holy shit! This is just like the military term, “acceptable losses!” Now I know that they are doing their best to mitigate the downside of these serious poisons, but damn. This is why I’m doing all this alternative (complementary) therapy – to avoid being poisoned to death!

I also spoke to the Bill Henderson, who designed my protocol and has worked with over 3500 cancer patients himself, to get some additional clarity on the situation. He felt strongly that things were well in hand and that the Liver could most definitely be healed over time with my current therapy. Bill did not feel that the tumors themselves were as critical an issue as others might think and that they will shrink over time.

Bill also emphasized two other areas to focus on: emotional issues and stress, and dental toxins. Both of these issues are worthy of their own blog post, but I’ll summarize for you here.

For dealing with emotions and streass, Bill recommended reading “The Emotion Code” by Dr. Bradley Nelson which discusses “How to Release Your Trapped Emotions for Abundant Health, Love and Happiness.” Sounds good! I’m working my way through it. I know I’ve had my share of emotionally traumatic events in my life. I’ll spare you the details. Let’s leave it at, “I’m working on it.”

As to dental toxins, they are produced from: bacteria growing inside teeth with bad fillings and root canals; Mercury from amalgam fillings; and holes left from pulled teeth. (Sorry, I’m not a dentist).  The bottom line is that these toxins are highly toxic to our bodies. In the thousands of people Bill has worked with, he has seen people’s health problems clear up over and over after they remove the toxins from their mouths. Especially the toxins inside of root canals and the mercury.

Fortunately, I don’t have any root canals and most of my amalgams were replaced with crowns in the 90’s. I’m working on getting the couple remaining mercury fillings replaced as soon as possible.

I’m not going to say that seeing that the liver tumors was not unsettling. It was. But the rest of the news has more than compensated for the initial concerns I had. I’m doing everything I can to regain my health and get the cancer under control. I am grateful for my Oncologist, Bill Henderson, my family and friends, and you for your continued support and encouragement thought this trying period of my life. I’m looking forward to a 2015 where I look back on 2014 as a distant memory and a humbling learning experience.

Finally, thanks for following me and reading my blog. Please post a comment below. I’d love to hear from you!

~ Robert

Healing Your Heart After Cancer

We’ve all received bad news. Usually, it’s something like, “Somebody dented your new car in the parking lot,” or a loved one is sick. Perhaps a loved one has cancer. Or worse, a loved one has died.

But what about when the loved one is you? What about if the bad news is about you and it sounds like, “You have Stage 4 cancer” or “You have a year to live?”

The Five Emotional Stages

stages-of-grief

In 1969, Elizabeth Kubler Ross (EKR) wrote her book, On Death and Dying about the five emotional stages we experience when faced with impending death or similar bad news.

The 5 emotional stages are:

  • Denial – the “No, Not Me” stage.
  • Anger – the “Why me, it’s not fair!” stage
  • Bargaining – the bargaining with God for more time stage
  • Depression – the “I’m so sad, why bother with anything” stage.
  • Acceptance – the “It’s all going to be okay” stage.

This is pretty self explanatory. It’s easy to read this and say, “Yep, that sounds well thought out; it probably bears some true.”

The problem is, these are emotional stages and you have to FEEL them. It’s not an intellectual exercise. Cancer weighs heavy on your heart. You can’t appreciate it without having experienced a similar situation where you broke down into one or more of these stages.

I can now tell you with perfect authority that EKR was dead on in her assessment of the emotional journey. She points out that it’s not always in that order, but we experience these steps nevertheless.

For me, Denial was over quickly. When you have emergency surgery to save your life, it’s hard to deny it. It just is.

cryingI tend to not be a very angry person, so for me, it was more a feeling of frustration. The triple whammy of healing from surgery, emptying a colostomy bag several times a day, and treating myself for cancer was enough to anger the best of us and I was definitely there.

The thing about cancer is that we’ve been told, and are conditioned to believe, that it’s a death sentence. That was what I knew at first. I freely admit to bargaining with God. I asked God to help me understand what my life was for, now that I might die. I asked for more time. I asked God to teach me what I needed to know. I asked God to live through me so that what remained of my life would mean something.

What followed was a bouncing around between depression, more bargaining, and some grudging acceptance. It took a while to allow all these concepts to settle in my heart. To “get used to it.” But that didn’t make it any better.

Which brings me to the notion that EKR did not mention, which is Surrender

Surrender

Surrender is the step between the steps. And it’s done often. With each emotional state, the heart holds onto it, indulging itself in the moment. It doesn’t want to let go because it’s entitled to it. The heart is Angry and, damn it, it’s entitled to be angry!

Eventually emotions pass. Passing, though, is the heart surrendering to the inevitable reality of the situation. Here’s where it gets tricky, though.

If cancer is a “death sentence” and you surrender to cancer as a death sentence, then the heart makes the death sentence real, i.e., you will die.

I’ve spoken to many people with stories of loved ones who just surrendered and did nothing about it, did not change any behaviors and died pretty quickly.

Between the emotional state and surrendering to death, there are gradations. For example, just surrendering to the truth of the diagnosis and NOT to the “inevitability” of the prognosis. That would mean that you accept that you have cancer, but you don’t just accept what your doctor told you about the death sentence.

I’ve always been entrepreneurial and my dad taught me to fix just about anything. So I took those skills and started scrambling to learn more about cancer. I took my prognosis as a hypothesis and set out to disprove it.

I researched everything I could find on cancer. What it is, how it works and, most importantly, how to treat it.

For me, surrendering to the truth of the diagnosis was useful to me and did not leave me paralyzed. I was, rather, motivated to learn what I could do for myself.

Does this mean I did not get depressed? Does this mean I accepted everything? Not really.

What I learned challenged me more than anything else I’ve ever had to learn or do. Between reading this or that, I fought off depression, gloom, feeling distraught.

I had many things to accept and it’s not been easy. Here’s a list of some of the things I needed to accept in surrender.

  • that I had cancer at all
  • my body will continue to grow cancer
  • I might die sooner than I expected
  • the doctor might be right
  • the doctor might be wrong
  • the medical profession might be suppressing other ways of successfully treating cancer
  • I might be able to treat myself
  • I might live a full life, even with cancer

Trust

Fortunately, I’ve had some great mentors. In 1987, my first client, Antreas, told me that I needed to trust myself and trust in the karma of the universe.

Acceptance of something inevitable requires little more than simple surrender. Then, it’s more like waiting and just doing nothing.

Acceptance of an uncertain future possibility requires Andreas’ kind of trust. In my case, it’s surrendering to trust. Trust is the essence of faith.

What I had to trust was that there are physicians who are healing cancer outside of mainstream medicine. I had to trust that surgery-chemo-radiation (slash-poison-burn) were not the only possible treatments. I had to trust that completely healing my body was possible.

The alternative was for me to surrender to death without a fight. To just accept the common conceptions and accept the doctors’ words without question and just go gently into that good night.

I don’t think so.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas

My first surgery did save my life by removing a cancerous tumor blocking my colon. There was no choice in the matter.  My second elective surgery reconnected my colon, giving me normal bowel function. These last four months have been an up and down journey. I’ve experienced the full range of emotions and come to terms (mostly) with my situation.

I am still dealing with these emotions, though. Surrender and Trust help to get through it. I choose to trust that I can heal myself. That doesn’t mean I don’t get a little down, or frustrated, or want it healed right now. It doesn’t mean I don’t have doubts.

It means that I’m human and I own my emotions. It means that I’m not completely ruled by my emotions. I surrender to reality and the now. I will not go gently into that good night. I practice living in the moment and trusting in tomorrow.

UPDATE: My 2nd Surgery and Recovery

I know it’s been a while since my last update. When I last posted, I was getting ready to go back into hospital to take down my ostomy, i.e., to reconnect my colon. Since January, I’ve recovered from emergency surgery to remove a tumor blocking my colon, and then treated myself for stage 4 colon cancer. The treatment was going so sell that my oncologist suggested I just keep doing it for a while and go in for the second surgery.This from a man dedicated mostly to the use of Chemotherapy. May 9th, I went in for surgery 4 months to the day since my 1st surgery! Now that’s some progress! I checked in at 197 pounds. I was in such good shape that I had played racquetball twice in the previous week. I remember that week. I was properly dreading going in for roughly the same surgery with a similar recovery period of 4-6 weeks. I just HAD to get on the court and FEEL ALIVE! I thank my friend Lee for indulging me with some friendly competition. On May 9th, at 9 am, Nanette and I went to the hospital and check in for my 11 am surgery. It was pretty uneventful. They were expecting me. I got my ID wristband, got out of my clothes and into a hospital gown. Then up on the bed to start the IV and get me comfortable. The anesthesiologist came to visit me and offered me an epidural which I declined. I didn’t think it was smart for have people messing around with needles too close to my spinal nerves. Better safe than sorry.

Pain Scale Graphic

Surgery, Recovery and Pain

There is a strange thing that happens when you go in for surgery. There’s the before surgery time, the surgery, and there’s recovery. It’s like you close your eyes one moment, and then almost immediately open them in recovery. There’s no sense of any time passing. For me, one moment I was very happy and comfortable. Then I was given a little something in my IV to “relax” me, and the next minute I was in absolutely excruciating agony unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Don’t think for a minute that I’m being dramatic. I actually can’t think of words that adequately describe the despair I felt amid this agony. It was just awful. No wonder they wanted to give me an epidural block! For the rest of that day following the surgery, I just endured the pain between doses of pain killer every 8 minutes. It got so that Nanette set a timer on her phone to remind me to press the red “pain” button every 8 minutes. I did this because god forbid I went some time without pressing it, like if I dozed off. After waking up, the pain comes roaring back and I’d have to play catch up to get the pain killer level back up. It takes 3-4 presses over a half our before I would get relief because of that 8 minute between pushes limit. This went on for 4 miserable days. During this time, they got me up to walk (more like an ambling shuffle) holding on for dear life to my rolling IV bottle holder. I seemed to be slowly getting better during this time. On the 5th day, I got up for my walk and didn’t make it 75 feet from my bed. I could barely stand up. Something was wrong. Turns out that I had an infection rapidly developing under my abdominal my wounds. My surgeon came in for a look. He had to pop open some staples and literally open the incisions to allow the infection to drain. For the next 5 days I drained and received IV antibiotics to help clear it up. I didn’t get out of bed for a couple days, though, because the infection knocked me out pretty badly. By the 8th day, the infection started to get under control and I started walking around again. Things were looking well enough to send me home by the 10th day.

Pay it ForwardPay it Forward

Before I left though, I asked to see the ostomy nurse that was so very helpful to me in January when I first got my ostomy. She showed me how to use the colostomy bags and gave me the confidence I needed to go home and do this for myself. She also gave me a bunch of supplies to get started which turned out to be over 2 months of supplies. I had no idea how generous this was of her, though, until I went to order supplies. I needed to return this favor. I found out how generous she had been to men when I ordered 3 months of ostomy supplies in April right before finding out that I was to go back and have the ostomy taken down (reconnected). I had a big box of stuff for her that cost about a thousand dollars. It was already purchased and paid for before I knew I was not going to need most of it! I told you she was generous to me. Got to pay it forward!

Going home

When I got home, my mom came to visit during the first week. This is a week when it hurts to do pretty much anything. I was so doped up, though that I’m afraid I was not much of a conversationalist. Mom was great, though, and just kept me company which was about all I was up for. This was also much different than my first hospital visit in January. In January, I was given dire news and everyone was upset. Mom was extremely troubled back then. But after 4 months of healing to the point of being told to return to the hospital and take down the ostomy because I was so strong, it was cause for celebration rather than concern. Mom was as relieved as I was. And let me tell you something, never underestimate the value of a properly working pooper! The second week, Nanette was home for 10 days. Nanette took really great care of me and I cannot thank or love her enough for doing so. She was as patient and loving as could be. I really don’t know how I could go through this without her. After that, It was just me and I pretty much focused on relaxing and healing. Somewhere during this time, around the beginning of June, I got off any medications or pain killers and my head started clearing up. It also took about as long for my intestinal tract to get back in shape, due to all the antibiotics, so I could get back on my mostly raw veggie diet. It’s hard to digest raw food without the proper intestinal bacteria to do the work!

Today was an eventful day

During this entire recovery period, I have required daily home nursing visits to tend to the two holes I had in my abdomen up until today! One has just closed up as of today on the main incision. The other is the hole from the ostomy which was as big and deep as your index finger! To be expected, I suppose, considering that this was the hole through which they put my descending colon. Combined with all the nasty intestinal bacteria it was exposed to, this hole’s been tougher to heal. Every day they came and cleaned and packed the holes so they would heal from the inside out. Today was the first day that I was able to pack this wound myself with gauze. You have to do that with deep holes. You have to help them heal from the inside out. If you just sewed them closed, the hole would fill up with infection and you could become septic and die. This is what happened to King Henry VIII with his every rotting leg wound. None of that for me, thank you As of today, I can finally take care of this remaining much smaller and manageable hole myself. It’s about the size of a nickel and a centimeter deep, but it’s now healing rapidly. It will probably be gone within the next two to three weeks.

Gratitude

I’m so very thankful to the nurses that visited and cared for me over these past few weeks. There’s no way I could have done it myself. Also, thanks to all the folks at Wake Med in Cary. All the staff was so very genial, friendly and professional. I always felt like I was in good hands. Another thanks goes to the surgeon who saved my life in January, and gave me back a normal functioning colon in May, Dr. Michael Malik in Cary, NC. He’s really excellent in every way as a physician and healer. Thanks also to my oncologist for suggesting I get reconnected in the first place. He’s really been quite supportive of my “complimentary” therapy. He’s done a great job of monitoring my progress and advising me on how I’m doing and interpreting the numbers for me.

What’s next?

First, continue healing up the last of my ostomy wound. That should be done by the end of June. Exercise to get my abdomen back in healthy working order. Lots of walking to get back my my leg strength and endurance. Cancer therapy wise, I’m continuing with the modified Budwig protocol a la Bill Henderson. To that, I’m adding some pretty strong liver cleansing using coffee enemas. I know that may sound strange, but it’s a time tested treatment that used to be in the physicians treatment books until they took it out in the 70’s. (That’s another blog post) I made a deal with my oncologist that for the next six weeks, I will be doubling down on my therapy and focusing on my liver to reduce the tumors. After six weeks, we’ll do another MRI of the liver and see what we see. I also know that I need to start thinking about the future. That’s been difficult. I think that’s yet another blog post. I’ll end this update by saying thank you to you, my readers and loyal friends and family for all the unconditional love and support you’ve given me when I’ve needed it most. Nanette and I literally could not have made it without you. It’s my mission in life to somehow pay that forward in whatever way I can.