C is for Cancer and Cure (and controversy)
by Noelle (c) 2006
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I debated whether or not to call this article "Sick Again", but there was too much
room for misinterpreting it as dark sarcasm. While I won't go into specific detail
about the cure, I will state that I am cured. I'll also state that I wasn't diagnosed
the traditional way. Instead, a flee to a foreign country
that is years ahead of our current diagnosis process was able to pin point my
disease. Cancer.

Another Journey (not again)
After my health improvements from my last health scare that lasted for a seemingly
eternal time, I enjoyed moderate health for about 2 years. A pea size hardness under
my right bosom, would bring all of what I gained to an end.

I had watched this lump for quite some time, my GYN said it was probably hormone
related as it grew with each menstrual cycle and I had a history of fibrocystic
b r e a s t s. Bottom line: it's probably nothing and the ultrasounds/xrays didn't show
any spidering tentacles. "Let's just watch it." It could be felt but not seen by modern
equipment.

My weight dropped considerably, my strength failed and my stamina depleted. My
blood tests were coming back strange again, but nothing else could be determined. I
knew--KNEW something was wrong and I KNEW it was cancer. No one, no doctor
not even God had to tell me. I knew/know my body and have learned a lot after
having almost a decade of disease behind me and little help from the medical
community.

During this time my grandmother was dying of lung cancer, she still struggles to
this day hanging on to her life. Cancer runs in my family: my grandfather, now
passed on, had bladder cancer several times. Knowing this only increased my
chances that I truly did have cancer.

Another Country
I took my life into my own hands yet once again and traveled with my husband
and son to a foreign country. Still unsure if it was cancer, I trusted that this clinic
would find out what was wrong even if it wasn't cancer.

NOTE: I had used this German doctor's remedies to heal myself of my other
bacterial disease so I trusted this clinic. These remedies were the ONLY thing that
healed me of my previous disease--modern medicine failed me. Modern medicine
couldn't even diagnose me. It was a naturopathic MD that did.

Sure enough, it was cancer as I thought. I was in denial as was my husband
upon hearing the words. We still thought there was a chance I was wrong and
were hoping I was. We had to snap out of it: THIS WAS OUR WAKE UP CALL!
and had to get real about it. It didn't matter if I didn't feel like being sick again.

Just In Time
While this will always remain the "family controversy" of my time as some of
my family are still in denial about this (I just don't talk to them about it any more
but yes I do still and always will dearly love them), I'll still profess the truth to others.

Bottom Line...
I was lucky. Time will show the rest of the world that our current means of
diagnosing cancer is antiquated. What is being called a stage one cancer will be
relabeled as a stage 2 or 3. (Maybe this is why so many tragically pass on - is
a 2 or a 3 too late of a diagnosis?) There is another way.

Watch and listen...
lung cancer may soon be detectable by a simple blood test. All cancers may
have this soon. This will prove that earlier detection is possible and necessary
for survival. Cancer is a systemic disease that shows up in many locations
namely the blood at first if only we truly knew how to detect it in the blood.
It is not thought of as a localized infection in other countries, they understand
it's a whole body disease. But take heart, things are changing here in the States.

Early detection is the key. I found out about my cancer just before it would've
been detected by our modern medicine. BUT, would it have been too late for me?
Sometimes even with our so called "early detection" people die. Could that be
because it isn't "early detection". There's so much more to learn about this
disease and the cure...well I'm silenced. I hurt because of the silence.

NOTE: my grandmother's lung cancer still is only 90% confirmed. They're
still unsure of her diagnosis, yet she's dying from something. The needle biopsy she
had perforated her lung and it collapsed. She nearly died on the operating table
from trying to get a diagnosis. I see something incredibly wrong here.

All I can say is eat foods from scratch: i.e. cook everything with each separate
ingredient. Know where everything comes from and drink well water that tests
clear of radiation and metal toxins.

I'm not ready to really "write" about this from my heart. The wounds are still
fresh and there's much more healing in my soul and body that is needed. There are
unanswered questions I have.

How could tragedy strike again? (does lightening strike twice in the same place?)
Why did it happen again? Why was I spared? What next with my life in the area
of purpose? Did my bacterial infection set me up for cancer? Some cancers are
now known to be linked this way.

Only time will tell for me. I just pray that our suffering world has time. I do know
that I can promise to continue to be generous, loving, compassionate, charitable
and faithful and most importantly to me: not contribute to the hate and chaos of
our time. Our life here is but a blink of an eye, be kind to one another and not
be underhanded.

My grandmother always said to me: on your death bed I guarantee you that
you will NOT be thinking, "Darn it, if only I could have worked more hours instead
of spending time with my children. It is only then that we realize what we were
searching for was right before us all along. Open your eyes."

- Thank you, Nana.

Now go live your dreams y'all.
Oh wait, I'm a Jersey Girl: "Go live your dream yous guys." ;o)