Saturday, February 28, 2015

From Bad to Worse, to Hopefully Much Better

Hi! My name is Bridgette Perdue, and I am a friend of Tara's. As you'll find out why in this blog post, Tara has not felt up to writing an update, and asked me to share with you the latest. Here's what's been going on in her own words.

"Pain from my wounds and the lymphedema had gotten increasingly worse. The pain had gotten so bad that on February 10th, I went into the ER, thinking there may be an infection. They ran tests and the results show significant c***** growth, on the liver, on the spleen, and on the sac that holds the lung. Although there was no infection, they did find almost a liter of fluid in the sac. I was admitted overnight and they drained the fluid the next day. 
During that stay I met with surgical oncology and radiation oncology. Surgical oncology told me there was nothing they could do for me. Radiation oncology said they felt they could effectively shrink the tumors in my breast, but because it is targeted, it would do nothing for the c**** on my liver or lungs, and would make the lymphedema worse. Not an option I wanted to pursue. After spending so much time in the hospital, I wanted to go home, and decided to make an appointment to see medical oncology.
At this following appointment with medical oncology, they felt that chemotherapy would be effective. However, there was only a small window of time in which chemotherapy would work. This was still an option because the c***** hadn't spread too bad in my liver. (The chemo is metabolized through the liver, so without the liver functioning, the treatment won't work.) The doctors felt that if I didn't start treatment within a month, chemo would no longer be an option. 
As the days wore on, I continued to feel worse. And it happened very quickly. Breathing was extremely difficult, as fluid was building back into my lung's sac, and the lymphedema caused significant pain and considerable swelling in my right arm. The breathing and pain compilation make the simplest of tasks difficult.
This past Tuesday I went back in to have my lung's sac drained again. By this time, I could tell by the amount of pain I was in, accompanied with the doctor's test results, that the c***** had grown considerably, since my visit on the 10th. One physician said, "I think we can both agree that this has grown like wildfire." This time, only two short week's later, there was over a liter of fluid in the lung's sac; however, they could only drain a liter because I was an outpatient and not receiving overnight care. An appointment for chemotherapy was made.
Today (Friday) a port was placed, and I received the first round of single agent chemo. I chose this type, that has less side effects, because I didn't feel my body could handle a stronger double agent treatment. The doctors seem optimistic that this will shrink the tumors because, since I haven't had much chemo, my body has not yet built up resistance to it. As of Friday evening, I have not felt any side effects, and am hopeful I will continue to feel well." 

* * * * * 
Hi, it's me (Bridgette) again. Allow me to share with you what I have seen this past month.

Since leaving her job a month ago,  her health has been in rapid decline. Her situation is very serious. It's hard to believe that just in January she was waking around the schools, and now she can barely get off of the couch. Bob her husband dresses her every morning, prepares her meals (a very strict diet), and changes her bandages. On top of that, he gets the kids ready for school, works long hours for a home that is now reliant on 1 income, then comes home to feed the kids, help with homework... and the list goes on. I don't have a husband, but I know a good man when I see one. This dude is a saint.

Additionally, a nurse visits her home daily for wound care. Tara rarely leaves home, except to go to the doctors, and there she gets around by wheelchair. Between the pain, the shortness of breath, and overall physical weakness, the smallest of tasks (standing up, walking from the car to the house, or from one room to another) is literally exhausting. And because of this battle, she has experienced some weight loss. #silverlining ;-)

Many of the women at her church come sit with her during the day, to run a vacuum, give her her meals, and keep company. I come twice a week, and it's a highlight for me. We talk about our favorite (and not so favorite) students, we read the Bible and pray together. Or sometimes just sit in silence. I guess that's what "being there" for someone is.

It has been quite a humbling month for me. Watching one of the kindest people I know suffer with this horrible disease. Feeling like running the dishwasher is nothing in comparison to what she and her family are going through. Feeling honored that she trusts me with this part of her life.

Tara undoubtedly has great difficulty in her body, but, BUT! her spirit is incredibly resilient. In the midst of such anguish she still puts one foot in front of the other and keeps her eye on the prize. She's a fighter in every sense of the word. By faith, she's going to come out on top. Pray for this woman. For healing, for her strength to come back, for wisdom in the decision making. For her husband and kids who also exhibit tremendous strength and support.

Lastly, I ask you to please consider making a donation using the GoFundMe box at the top right. "You make a living by what you earn, you make a life by what you give (Winston Churchill)."  God bless!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Lymph Node Involvement

My situation is very complicated. If you read my last blog update, you are aware that several weeks ago I ended up in the ER for a pocket of fluid, which was blood, that had formed on my breast causing extreme pain and swelling. Even though the pocket broke open and drained the swelling in the breast continued to be an issue, increasing over that last several weeks. I have lymphedema of the breast and subsequently, of the trunk of the body. In addition to the lymphedema, I have four areas of the breast that are open and leaking fluid, all unique in their origin, mostly lymph fluid with the occasional blood. I keep them bandaged, obviously, and change bandages several times throughout the day. As you can imagine this causes some issues for me. The appearance of having all this dressing tucked neatly in my bra can only be disguised so much. Then there is the issue of changing bandages while working, the limited mobility of my right arm as a result of the extra fluid, enlarged, achy, lymph nodes in other parts of my body, sharp shooting pain in the breast, and other not-so-fun problems. 
 This past Thursday Bob and I went to the doctor's with the hope that he may be able to suggest someone I could see (other than an oncologist) who might be able to relieve me of some pain. He was very kind with his words as he gave me the news.

I don't have the time to go into all the details, but it basically is this; the c***** has spread to the lymph nodes. The lymphedema is a result of the fluid no longer being able to pass through the lymph vessel. There are spots on my liver too small to be able to determine whether it is c***** or not. There is a cyst on my lung, but they do feel as though it is unrelated. And maybe most bizarre of all, there is a 10 1/2 cm tumor on my right kidney, though it is benign.

How does one end up with a benign kidney tumor and not even know it?

Apparently, I have a separate, unrelated gene mutation which causes this. Often it goes unnoticed until it is found while looking for something else, usually occurring in middle-age. (eek, middle-aged. How did I become middle-aged?) Kidney function will test fine because the other kidney is functioning, not to say the affected kidney is not. I don't know whether it is or not. Who knew I was such a walking genetically mutated hot mess.

I guess I was hoping that the lymph system was just clogged and there would be hope of attaining some relief. But this not being the case, there is nothing that the medical world can do to help the lymphedema. 
Where do I go from here?

I have prayfully made some decisions concerning continuing to work. Given the amount of pain I am in and knowing that I will continue to be, and I have bandages that need changed every few hours, it is necessary to take extended time off from work.

As far as my treatment; I will be dedicating my days to fighting c*****. I have never spent full-time doing so and that is my plan. After a month, I will reevaluate. But as of right now, that's it.

How am I?

The news hit me hard. I spent a lot of time crying the first couple of days, a lot of time in God's word and praying. My prayers sound more like begging these days. I pray as Job prayed, "Lord, please spare my life, I am of no use to you dead."  Despite my current circumstances . I know God has a plan for my life and I am holding on to all His promises. 

 I will try to update again soon.

Keep praying, friends.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Hospitable Hospital

For everyone who only reads the blog and doesn't see facebook posts, on Tuesday, December 9, this was my post on Facebook.

CALLING ALL PRAYER WARRIORS: What started Friday evening as sporadic, moderate pain, has increased to severe, constant pain. The area around the tumors has become extremely swollen and therefore painful. Lymph fluid is building up and forming pockets around the tumor. The skin has been stretched too quickly, is shedding, and in some spots raw. I'm wearing a compression bandage which helps with the pain, until I need to remove it to change the bandages. I am considering going to the's that bad!! So please pray for swelling, lymph nodes, pain and of course, wisdom in this whole mess. Thanks.

I didn't want to be in pain any more, but I didn't really feel like being suicidal for the next three months again either. And since that's what happened the last time I went to a hospital, I really was trying everything I could not to visit one again.  

If you've been following along for awhile, you know that my last checkup at Hillman in March was not good. Not because of bad test results, but because of the way they treated me with their bullying tactics. I don't avoid hospitals because I think I know everything there is to know. I avoid hospitals because there aren't enough doctors willing to admit the same. They don't know everything there is to know either. Most of them just pretend like they do.

After days of being in pain, I decided Thursday evening I had had enough. It was time I go to the hospital. I didn't know how they were going to help me. Perhaps the only advice they would have for me would be to get the thing cut off. But, seriously, at this point nothing mattered to me. Okay, so it mattered a little. I really still didn't want surgery. But the pain was definitely more than I could continue to handle. On a scale from 0-10, it was without a doubt a 10.

Now that much pain for that number of days, phew...let's just say I was a wee bit of an emotional wreck. Even in the emotional state that I was in I knew I couldn't show up at the hospital looking (and probably smelling) like a homeless woman. Let's just say bathing may have taken a back seat to pain control for a few days. But after bathing, Bob and I talked and decided to wait until morning for a number of reasons.

Keep in mind I was praying (and maybe a little begging) about this all week. Go to the hospital...not go to the hospital...which hospital? I was back and forth and all over the place. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to be in pain. I doubted there was anything they could even do for me. I doubted they would have any clue what caused this. 

So the next morning, while sitting in the car, ready to leave, I finally make a decision about which hospital to go to. I had no real reason for picking one hospital over another. It was more, oh, well, let's just go to Shadyside [hospital]. 

I was nervous. I was nervous that they would be mean to me. I was nervous they were going to be critical and judgemental. I was nervous they wouldn't be able to help me. I was nervous that they would say the only way they could help was by doing surgery. I was nervous that they were going to do tests and I was going to get bad news. I was nervous they would want to start an IV and they might not be able to. 

We walked into an empty ER. Did I mention Bob went with me? Bob went with me. After the last time, he wasn't going to let me go it alone. He felt horrible about not being there to help defend me. Defend my choices. I get called back before I could even get comfortable in my chair.

Our male nurse comes into the room. He asks all the usual questions. You know, all the ones they ask when you have c*****. Now this is usually the point where I get recognized for being crazy. I have c*****, no doctor, no conventional treatment. I'm sure they don't run into people like me everyday. But, no, he didn't seem fazed by me. And remember I said my pain had been a level 10. It was at a 0. No pain. Weird, right? 

I was still feeling very guarded. I was convinced that they would call an oncologist to consult on my situation and that would be the very last type of doctor I wanted to see, figuring they would be the most harsh with me. 

The doctor walks in and introduces himself. The only thing I was concerned with was locating his credentials. Or I could just ask him. So that's what I did. Yep. Just the ER doc. Good. Instant relief.

Now for the hard part. I have to show this guy the mess that is my breast. You can't even imagine what this thing looks like at this point. Besides the obvious tumor on the inner side of the breast, now I have some massive, fluid- filled I- don't -know- what overtaking the outer side. It's red and purple, bloody from the outer layer of skin falling off, inflamed, and just plain awful looking. 

I pull down my bra on that side and remove the surgical dressing and gauze pads. I described what had been going on to him. He asked me a few, not many, questions about what treatment I've had. Now at the same time I'm trying to deal with this seeping wound. He handed me some extra gauze pads and said "you seem very skilled at handling this independently. I won't try to take over". But no critical remarks. 

He ordered blood work, a chest x-ray, and a ct scan. And we waited. And that IV line, went in with no problem

Remember, how I said there was no pain? Just as soon as that doctor walked out of the room, probably while the door was still closing, that ugly, painful sack did what I had needed it to do. It broke open and spilled out, well, stuff. I thought it was filled with lymph fluid. I thought maybe my lymph nodes weren't working properly from possibly being blocked. But this, this wasn't lymph fluid. It was super thick blood. Which after seeing how thick it was I then knew why when I tried to aspirate it at home it didn't work -it was too thick for the size needle I had.

So I'm draining and waiting. And I'm nervous. Not scared. Just nervous. The last time I checked the status of my condition was 9 months ago. That's a really long time when dealing with such an aggressive c*****. Really long. My fear was that it may have spread.

Even though we were there for a total of four hours, everything seemed to go by pretty quickly. The doctor returned. He had the results of all the tests.

All the blood work came back good. No indication of an infection. Liver enzymes were good, kidneys were good, everything was within a normal range.

No signs of the c***** spreading to the lungs or bones in the chest.

Huge. That's huge. I haven't had conventional treatment in 20 months with a c***** with a growth rate of 90%.  So even though it is still in the breast, it's only in the breast. That's proof of my success.

The doctor never suggested returning to conventional therapy. In fact he said things like "you've had some obvious success" and "what you're doing is working to some degree so how can I tell you not to continue". This wasn't based on things I had told him because I told him very little. It was based on my records that he had access to and the results of those tests.

And the best part of the whole story happened as we were getting ready to leave. Bob and I were thanking the doctor for being so kind to me. I was explaining how it took a lot for me to even come to the hospital because of how I had been treated previously for my choices. And his reply, "Let me tell you something. I am a trained oncologist working in emergency medicine now. That should tell you something. There is no one way to treat something. How can I be judgemental of your decisions when I wasn't part of that decision making process. And I apologize for their behavior. It is only because of their own insecurities for not knowing." Yep, he actually said that to me. I didn't imagine it, Bob heard it, too. I only wish I had it recorded so I could listen to it over and over and over again.

To sum it all up - I'm in very little pain, more like discomfort. Not because of anything they did for me at the hospital. They weren't really helpful in that way. Maybe if it hadn't broke open, they could have drained it for me. I don't know. The doctor didn't have a good explanation of what caused this. I have some guesses, but they are just that. Guesses.

From beginning to end this was the best hospital visit I've had. Everyone was very kind and compassionate. It could not have turned out more perfect. Thank you for all the prayers...I would say they were answered today.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Giving Thanks

I must admit I am more thankful now than I was before being diagnosed with c*****. Funny how being plopped onto a road that could be your eventual death has a way of changing you, molding you into a grateful, more appreciative person. Too bad it took this for that realization.

The following is a lighthearted (for the most part) list of just some of the many things for which I am grateful. Seriously in the most random order and not a complete list by any means.

20. Carrots - though many days I am tired of drinking it, it is healing to my body and it gives me a natural orange glow

19. Contact lenses - seriously whoever thought of these little things is a genius, for real

18. Summer breaks - who wouldn't love having off summer and still getting a paycheck

17. Snow days - the only thing snow is good for is if Mother Nature dumps enough that school is closed for the day, two days is even better

16. The Google maps app on my phone - wow, why on earth didn't I use that thing sooner

15. Make-up - though I only wear it on my eyes, without it nobody would be able to see my eyebrows or eyelashes

14. Baking soda - oh. my. many uses, baths, toothpaste, carpet deodorizer, with laundry detergent, as deodorant....I could go on and on

13. Hair - you have no idea unless you have not had it, especially on cold days

12. Hope - yep, not having hope feels like being at the bottom of a pit with no way out...been without it, don't want to be there again

11. My house - though it is small and nothing special, I have one and many people don't

10. Cancer - weird, but I am. It has changed me and I am thankful for those changes. And really, it could be worse...I mean, sure I wish it didn't exist, but I am thankful it is me and not one of my kids.

9. For those who have not only gone this road before me, but have shared their success stories. I hope to be among them one day.

8.My vegan, chocolate, protein part of my day

7. My car - late spring we stepped out in faith and bought a used car for me to drive instead of the suburban. We really didn't have the money, but we knew it was the right decision. Shortly thereafter I received a bonus from work. Between that bonus and the money I was saving in gas monthly, the car paid for itself in just a couple of short months.

6. My job -  I was blessed with a new position at work which requires traveling between all of our schools.  (This actually goes back to the car. I didn't know at the time I bought the car that I was going to have this new position, but God did. He moved and prepared us for what was going to be. I was going to need a more fuel efficient vehicle in this new position.)

5. For the supportive people in my life - They encourage me and lift me up with their kind words, cards, monetary gifts, and prayers. I have been surprised by the people who have turned out to be my biggest supporters.

4. Music - I couldn't live without it. I'm often breaking out into musical lyrics. If something you say reminds me of a song, I start singing. If I'm in a situation where singing wouldn't be appropriate, you better believe I'm still singing in my head. If I'm at home, this singing often times also includes dancing.

3. Bob - for all he has done for me and continues to do. As much as this has changed me, it has changed him, too. He has been my biggest supporter from the beginning. No matter what it is I want to do, he has been right there for me.

2. Everyday I get to spend with my children this side of Heaven - I don't know how many that is, but I am thankful for each one.

1. God - His Word, His son, His love, His peace and protection, His mighty power. This journey has definitely been lead spiritually from the very beginning.

For what are you thankful?

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Frankincense, Myrrh, and Gold....Oh My!

(Disclaimer; I am not a doctor, nor do I pretend to be one. Everything I do, I research first, and do at my own risk. I am aware that my methods are not approved by the FDA to treat humans and could harm me. And I am okay with taking that risk.)

Since the rapid growth of both tumors, new and old, I have been aggressively trying different methods to try to speed up the process of eliminating these tumors. I have continued to eat a vegan diet. I have continued to get weekly IV treatments. And I have continued to take supplements, though varying in types. Something else I have tried to no avail is injecting directly into one tumor as basically a test subject if you will, while leaving the other, original tumor, alone.

No avail...until now. On this past Saturday evening, I injected a low dose of Frankincense oil. Yep, before you ask, I do have Myrrh and gold as well. At first it just burned a little at the site of the injection. But throughout the night the pain continued to get worse. It was so bad I was unable to sleep. Sunday, the intensity of the pain increased to the point that I was sweating from it. It was a burning, fire-like pain. I tried just about everything I could think of to even minimize the pain, if even just a little. I did take aspirin, but it made no difference. Heat, ice packs, bath...nothing.

The pain, while super intense, was localized to the tumors only. Yes, even the one I didn't inject was burning. But, Monday, that changed. While the tumors were the only thing burning, I developed a fever and began to ache all over. Ok, fever, still not necessarily a bad thing. Fevers are an immune response to something foreign in the body. If the Frankincense did what it was supposed to do, then maybe my body is finally working to get rid of the tumors.

While the pain is not nearly as intense, the fever is persistent. When I finally got home from work, I immediately did a visual check on said tumor. Before today, it was swollen and red. And please don't insult me by suggesting it is infected. I'm not knew to injections, in fact, after chemo I had to have daily injections at home to increase my white blood cell count. And as I said, I've been doing injections of different kinds over the last couple of months. Besides, I am on so many immune boosters, I'm not sure anything could infect my body.

But today, it definitely has a very different appearance. I'm not sure if it is good or bad. Time will tell. So for now, please pray. Pray for wisdom, endurance, and strength. Pray, pray, and pray some more for wisdom. If this is working, it will be worth every ounce of pain. If this works, it will be a great idea. If it fails, it will be my worst idea ever. It will be a gigantic mistake.

Please, please, please, after reading this do NOT suggest I go see a doctor. I would find that simply insulting. ;)

Thanks for reading and don't forget to pray.

Monday, September 1, 2014

I'm My Own Worst Enemy

I'll do my best to give a quick overview of what has been going on. I didn't realize that it had been over two months since I last updated.

In late June, my awesome friend got some of her friends together and had a benefit concert for me. It could not have turned out more perfect. The venue where they were having it was very small, so the only thing I had prayed for that day was no rain so that they could set up their equipment and play outside. As we drove around downtown looking for an impossible parking spot, it was pouring down so hard that I could barely see to drive. I eventually found myself on the tippy-top of a parking garage. Before I even opened my door, the rain stopped and the sun was shining. It didn't start raining again until we were driving home. After the first set the band moved to the sidewalk and we had ourselves an outside concert. I was surrounded by friends, new and old, family, and passersby who stopped to listen, hear my story, and show support. In all, over $2600 was raised and more continues to be donated on a monthly basis. I am very grateful for my friends who helped make this possible and for everyone who came out to show their support. And of course for all the donations.

Shortly after that wonderful day I had a devastating discovery. A discovery I would keep all to myself for weeks. My mind needed time to process what my mouth was going to have to say. Maybe part of me believed that if I didn't talk about it, it would go away. Deep down I knew that wasn't the case, but denial can be so necessary at times. In one of my moments, I broke down crying and shared my news with Bob, but only Bob.

When I got diagnosed, there were very few people that I actually told personally. Bob had the displeasure of that job. I did however tell my mother. But not this time. I wasn't talking. I was completely shut down. Bob had to step in and enlist some moral support for me.

At the end of March, I had one detectable mass, as seen by ultrasound and mammogram, and clean lymph nodes. By the end of June, just three months later, I had two masses, one large and one very small, maybe the size of a pea. By the end of July, I had an enlarged lymph node, and both masses had multiplied many times over. I was quickly reminded of the monster  with which I was dealing.

Panicked, I made appointments. And no, not with an oncologist. As I had stated previously, the conventional path is not for me. So I made appointments, three of them. One with an M.D who practices integrative medicine. Another with a nutritional counselor.  And the last one with a chiropractic doctor who specializes in this sort of thing.

Remember the doctor from way back for whom I had lost all tolerance? Yeah, I went to him. Bob had run into him and he asked how I was doing. He was shocked to hear that after 18 months I was still on this road. He was also very adamant that I get in to see him. And I was happy I did.

There were weeks of thinking leading up to those appointments, mulling over everything that I had been doing from beginning to end. What was different? If this was working before, why isn't is working now? This once very small mass, so small I could feel the titanium marker, was now the size of a golf ball. And a second one had grown and was not too far behind in size. How? Why?

All three professionals basically wondered the same thing as I did. In the end they each determined it was me. Me? Yep, me. My thinking had changed. After that appointment at Hillman in late March, the recorded message playing through my head became an echo of all the things they had said to me that day; "You need to be careful of what you are reading...there's no scientific research to back up anything you are doing...if you don't get this taken care of [by an oncologist] or you are going to die..." Even though I knew what I was doing was working, even though I knew there was a ton of research to back up everything I was doing, even though I was expecting to hear those very words come from their mouths, they got me. At first I was okay. But after a couple of weeks, they got me. The months following that appointment were spent internally planning my funeral. I had daily thoughts of ending it all. It seemed perfectly reasonable to me that speeding up the inevitable would be better for those around me, better for my family, better for my friends.

Apparently, my body was responding to this negativity. My PH levels, which I test daily, dropped. Regardless of what I did, I was in a constant state of acidosis. (I don't have the time to explain PH levels here, but on a scale of 0-14, a healthy PH should be slightly neutral, just above 7. Mine was in the 5-5.5 range.) A perfect condition for c***** to thrive.

The only other time I had experienced such rapid growth was in the very beginning when I was waiting for a diagnosis. So is it possible that this mass of mutated cells has stress hormone receptors? It is possible, but they don't test for that.

So then the answer would be to reduce stress. Right?

 So what do I do about it? How do I get this turned around?

So if it was indeed my mind that put me off track, then the obviously place to start would be my mind. I've been working on relaxation techniques, visualization, and positive affirmations. I've been reading a book based on the research related specifically to this in regards to c***** treatment. I was shocked how much our thoughts control how our bodies respond.

On day three doing these simple exercises outlined in this book, I realized that each day my PH climbed a little higher. By the fifth day it was within an acceptable range. And now, it's where it needs to be.

I've also started weekly IV treatments. At first I was getting vitamin C IV's and now I am getting hydrogen peroxide. While I don't have the time to explain the benefits here, it is widely accepted and perfectly safe. After my first treatment, I felt more energetic than I have in a long time.

Another therapy that had been suggested but wasn't practical because of time or money, was the use of a sauna. The daily hassle of going somewhere and the cost previously kept me from considering this. However, a few weeks ago, I come home from church to find an infrared sauna in my bedroom.  Bob, through a odd set of circumstances, made contact with a man who was looking to get rid of one. The man originally wanted nearly $1000 for it, but Bob was able to talk him down to just a couple hundred. Infrared sauna offers many health benefits, not only for holistic treatment, but for those who have chosen conventional treatment as well.

So, while things have gotten not good, they are improving from where they were. I guess most importantly, I have peace. My days are filled with joy. I don't have fear over the future. Continued prayers are always appreciated.


Saturday, June 21, 2014

No Regrets

Imagine for just one moment that you were an inmate on death row. The day had finally come for you to be put to death. You lie down on the bed. They place the IV in your arm and you know it will only be minutes until you pass away. Imagine the fear you would feel.

That is exactly how I felt while I was receiving my last chemo treatment. I wish I could convey to you how real it was to me that I was going to die. So real that as I laid there sobbing I was texting Bob to please tell our children how much I loved them, and that they were the last thing I thought about before I died.  Now obviously, I didn't die, but the feelings were real. 

Let's say for argument sake that I'm wrong about everything. I'm completely nuts. None of this works.  I still won't, under any circumstances, ever get chemotherapy again. I don't want to spend whatever time I have left on this earth sick, in bed, worrying about fevers, dealing with side effects, and not being able to be a mother to my children. I don't believe that the answer to healing c***** is pumping poison into my body in hopes of killing the bad cells quicker than it kills me. This includes radiation.

So with those two, chemo and radiation, off the table, the only other conventional option left is surgery. I haven't completely ruled it out, but every time I even start to entertain the thought everything inside of me starts screaming. Maybe it's me being selfish or vain. Or could it be something more than that? Could it be that our bodies instinctually know what is best for us.  Who knows, maybe at some point in the future I will consider surgery, but as for right now it's not an option either. 

I'm not saying that chemo doesn't work. Obviously it does work in some cases. I know people who it has been successful for. But in my particular case things didn't look too promising. If I were to go the chemo route first, my immune system would be destroyed, because that is what it does to you, and then natural therapy has less of a chance of working.

Most often, these are the stories you hear. After all the conventional treatments have failed, and the c***** has spread to multiple organs, and there is nothing more doctors can do, a person will turn to holistic treatments as a last ditch effort, but by then it's too late.

Let's talk statistics for a second. Originally, when I first found out that I had c*****, I thought I had an 85% chance of surviving the next five years. That doesn't sound too bad, right? That's what the odds are for someone diagnosed with stage 2 breast c*****. I soon found out that when it is specifically Triple Negative breast c*****, the kind I have, the odds drop to 77% chance of surviving the next five years. This is because it is usually more aggressive and harder to treat than other kinds. In time, upon further researching, I realized that the specific type of Triple Negative I have only accounts for about 6% of all Triple Negative diagnoses. (Read that again, it was pretty important) I also learned that this specific kind of Triple Negative breast c**** that I was diagnosed with is the most aggressive form of breast c***** and usually has an infiltration rate of 45%. And the survival rate drops. I laughed when I read that, not that it was at all funny. I laughed because if mine only had an infiltration rate of 45%, I would consider myself lucky. Yep, 90% right here. 90% of those deadly cells are capable of reproducing. That means mine has the capability of growing twice as fast as what the most aggressive breast c***** usually tops off at. It has the capability of nearly doubling when it grows. It. is. a. beast. And the survival rate drops. I can't help but ask myself, if anything between 10-20% growth rate is considered unfavorable, then what is a growth rate of 90% considered?

All those statistics are for women who choose to go the typical route, chemotherapy, radiation, surgery. But whoever said I was typical? After two rounds of chemo, and much prayer, I knew that conventional wasn't the way for me. It's been over a year now since I have had chemo and I have been able to successfully contain this potentially rapidly growing c***** to just the original tumor through prayer, diet, exercise, vitamin C IV's and injections, and loads of natural vitamins and herbs. But, containing isn't good enough. The idea is to destroy it completely. Which is exactly what I plan to do.

I fully believe that I will overcome this diagnosis and go on to watch my children grow up and have children of their own. But, if in the end I'm wrong, I have zero regrets. I am spending each day being able to be a mother to my children, not sick and in bed. I have been able to attend every baseball and soccer game this past year and coach their Junior Bible Quiz team all the way to Nationals. I have been able to live a life making lasting memories with my children. Something I would not have been able to do had I continued with traditional treatments. I am completely at peace with my choice, regardless of the outcome, which by the way, looks favorable. ;)

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Am I Okay?

"How are you?" Have you ever thought about this little phrase? We go around saying it all the time, but we don't really mean it. It's really nothing more than a polite gesture with an equally polite "good and you?" retort. I get asked this question repeatedly throughout my work day as I'm sure most people do and my answer is always the same - a polite "Good". But the truth of the matter is I'm not good. I'm not even just okay. I'm a mess. Sure, I do a pretty good job of holding it all together while I'm at work, at least on most days, but at home, around the people I'm most comfortable, the people I love the most, they see a much darker side. A side that I'm ashamed to admit I have become.
When I was pregnant with each of my children, except the last, I had incredibly horrible morning sickness through the fifth month. The only way of describing how I felt was a cross between the worst hangover ever and as if I had been hit by a truck. I consider myself to be a strong person, capable of dealing with a lot, but after months of being so sick, I would just cry daily. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I believe we're capable of dealing with anything, any amount of pain, but it's the duration of the situation or the pain that wears on us.
That's pretty much where I am. I'm tired of doing this. I tired of taking 100-150 supplements a day. I'm tired of not being able to eat the foods I once enjoyed, not even in moderation. I'm tired of having to drink carrot juice. I'm tired of having to pack everything I will need for the day, including filtered water, to go to work. I'm tired of carrying it all around. It's been almost 16 months now since I was diagnosed and I'm tired.
I have plenty of days when I think what really is the purpose of this. Why prolong the inevitable? I'm a huge financial burden on my family, every month going further and further in debt. I feel guilty for how I treat the people I supposedly love the most. I have days when I act like such a monster I'm quite certain I am causing more damage to my children being alive than I would being dead.  So if I'm going to succumb to this anyway why not speed up the process. I feel discouraged and hopeless.
I'm sure you're wondering what has changed that has led me to feel this way. So I'll back up to my last ultrasound.
In the days following my ultrasound at Hillman, I was mostly confused, confused about the results. As the days turned into weeks and the confusion turned into anger those words that they spoke to me that day continued to play in my head. And my own thoughts echoed more of the same - this was so stupid, why did you think you could do this, what were you thinking. Doubt mixed with fear completely took over.
At that point I was teetering on the edge and then the mass grew. Unlike how it shrunk, it grew practically overnight. It went from so small I could barely feel it to unbelievably big. So small I could feel the titanium marker to oh crap this can't be good. All the months of hard work GONE!! It was and is bigger than it ever has been and for no obvious reason. I started questioning everything. Was it this? Was it that? And over the edge I went.
I prayed, had people pray with me, for me, over me. I wasn't praying necessarily for healing, though that would have been an acceptable answer to my prayers. I was praying for God to take away my feelings of absolute despair. All I wanted was to feel better.
Then one morning I awoke from my sleep abruptly. I don't think it was a dream, but more of just an intense feeling that I needed to read my Bible. I randomly opened to Romans and began reading. My feelings of despair lifted. I had a good day. As long as I read good days followed. I'm not talking wonderful, joyful days, but days that I didn't want to jump in a hole and cover myself with dirt.
It seemed to be one message repeated to me in different ways for the following week. The message was I needed to have faith, faith like Abraham. Either I believe in God and believe His word is truth or I don't. I know His hand has been over me this entire journey. I know I am doing what I am supposed to do. I know this is His plan. So as far as options, I have none. That may seem completely foolish to most people, but I know without a shadow of any doubt this is the only option for me.
So I guess the real question is not how am I, but am I okay. And the answer to that is no, I'm not. I'm better than I was. But I'm worn down. I don't look sick, I have my hair back so everyone pretty much expects things to be back to normal and they're not. I carry this heavy emotional weight around and it's taking its toll.

I would say today has been the best day I have had in awhile. I feel like fighting again. I feel as though the battle is mine to win. Surviving is my only option. 

I know there have been a lot of unreturned phone calls, texts, and messages. I hope no one is taking it personally. I'm not mad at anyone. You haven't offended me. I just don't feel like talking on the phone. I don't feel like going out. I don't feel like being around people. Mostly I just need time to be by myself and time to concentrate on doing what I need to do.

So continue to pray for me, I can certainly use it.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Dear Sir/Madam

I'm not standing for being treated badly without speaking my mind anymore. The following is a letter that I sent to Hillman C***** Center regarding my latest appointment. 

Dear Sir/Madam
A few weeks ago I had an appointment at the Hillman Cancer Center. The purpose of my appointment was to monitor the known cancerous mass in my right breast. I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma- triple negative in February of 2013. After two rounds of chemotherapy I decided to seek alternative therapy which I have been doing for over a year now with success. I say with success because the original biopsy used to diagnose the cancer also showed that it was incredibly  aggressive, having a 90% infiltration rate. So even though I still have cancer, it is confined to the original tumor and has not spread. My husband and I have put a lot of consideration into my decision. We have read and researched and have spent a great deal of money on my treatments. 
With that being said, I would like to tell you about my recent visit to your facility. 
Upon my arrival, I filled out the appropriate paper work in the waiting room, writing directly on the form that I currently have cancer, the type I have and the date of the diagnosis. My script from my doctor also stated that I had a known carcinoma and that I was there for a bilateral breast ultrasound. My name was called and I was escorted to the next waiting room and given a gown to change into.
While I was waiting I noticed the mission statement of your hospital stating that it is goal of your facility to treat each patient with dignity and respect. I had hoped this would have been the case, but as it turned out for me it was not. 
After a short wait, I was greeted by a mammogram technician named (Blah, blah, blah). (Blah, blah, blah) asked me my name and birth date to verify my identity and led me down the hallway towards the rooms where the mammograms are done. She informed me that I would be starting with a mammogram since I had found a lump and also since I had not had a yearly mammogram since 2010. I'm not sure why at this point she was not aware that I currently have cancer since she should have had both the form that I filled out and the script from my doctor that both stated my diagnosis. She also had the wrong medical records as I had never had a mammogram in 2010. In fact, I had never had a mammogram prior to 2013 when I was diagnosed because I was only 36 years old at the time. I informed her of this. She had me sit in the waiting room while she retrieved the correct medical records. But this really is the lesser of complaints from my visit.
Once back with the correct medical records she began asking me some questions regarding the gaps in my treatment. I explained to her that I had decided to seek alternative treatments. She said and I quote " oh, that's great, good for you", which by itself, I suppose, would have been fine, but she followed it with a story of a woman. (Blah, blah, blah) said "I knew a woman who tried to do it [cure her cancer] the way you are doing it, but she didn't use any common sense about it. When it became obvious that it doesn't work she still refused treatment, and well, you know." I was a little taken back that she would be sharing this with me.
Then she informed me we were still going to start with a mammogram. When I informed her that I wasn't interested in having a mammogram she became very irritated with me and arguing with me about my decision. I ultimately ended up giving in but I still believe that the mammogram was unnecessary. I don't think I should have to debate whether I get a mammogram or not with the technician when my prescription from my doctor was clearly for a bilateral breast ultrasound. If I say I am not interested in having a mammogram done, I don't think the technicians should argue with the patients about their decisions. But, even this is not the biggest part of my complaint.
While she was performing the mammogram she asked me about the types of treatments I am doing, which I didn't mind answering. What I did mind was (Blah, blah, blah) then saying to me, "you should be careful what you are reading" and also, "there's just no scientific prove of what you are doing". 
 I have had ultrasounds done every three months for the past year. I have had them done elsewhere and have gotten conflicting reports. I chose Hillman for my testing this time because cancer is what you do. I consider the doctors there to be experts. I do not expect people in the medical field to necessarily understand my decision,  but what I do expect is quality care regardless of my course of treatment. I expect the same respect as a patient as someone who has chosen chemotherapy, radiation, and surgery. I do not expect to go to an appointment and argue and debate my views or my choices. I do not expect to get unsolicited advice or to be belittled, or to have my intelligence insulted by the technician. But yet this is exactly what has happened.  
I hope that this kind of behavior won't be continued to be accepted by Hillman Cancer Center. I am extremely disappointed that all patients aren't treated equally at your facility. And maybe (Blah, blah, blah) would benefit from some sensitivity training because although my fight may differ from others with cancer, I am still fighting for my life. 
Mrs. Tara McCreary

Saturday, March 29, 2014

March Ultrasound

As most of you know, I recently had a breast ultrasound to check the status of the c*****ous tumor hanging out in there. It had been three months since I had any imaging done, so I thought it was time to check things out.

First, let me back up and start by telling you about my appointment with my PCP and how that came about. Many months back I had an appointment with my primary care physician, who is a family practitioner. He had asked me to keep him in the loop concerning my condition and forward results of any tests to him. So after December's testing I had sent him the results via email like he had asked. Several weeks went by when I started playing phone tag with him. Eventually, I guess he figured he would just send me a letter.

It was short and sweet and to the point. It read:

Hey Tara,

Thanks for the email and update. As you clearly know imaging isn't 100 percent and can be interpreted in various ways. I am glad you are keeping an eye on things and if at any point you want to discuss them I am happy to do so.

And, of course, I greatly appreciate your updates as I am thinking about you and how it is going.

Hope you and your family are well.


Dr. Good Guy, MD

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by testing isn't always 100% accurate, but I thought, hey, why not, a fresh pair of eyes would be a good thing and I was curious what his take on the situation was.

Once in the exam room, he positioned his laptop between us so we could look at the results of the last three sets of imaging together. He didn't have one negative thing to say. If fact, he was very encouraging. He said he respected my decision and that I had obviously spent a lot of time researching everything I was doing. He asked me how he could be of help to me. So I asked him for a script for another ultrasound and blood work. He even asked me if there was anything specifically I wanted tested in the blood work. He's a keeper.

During the appointment, I thanked him for his willingness to help me, to which his reply was "why wouldn't I do everything I can to help you?". That's how doctors should be. I have no idea whether he agrees with my decision or not. That really isn't the point. The point is that he respects my decision. He respects the fact that it is my body and I should have the choice to treat my ailments how I see fit. I have read a lot of stories where this wasn't the case. Then I experienced it for myself as you'll read about in a minute.

One of the things I had discussed with Dr. Good Guy was where to go for the impending ultrasound. I had brought up going to Hillman C***** Center for their expertise. C***** is what they do. Who better to go to, right? He agreed, stating, like anything else the more you do something the better you get, the more knowledge you gain in that area. So, Hillman it was. Another good reason to go to Hillman, so I thought, was because this is where I had had my original imaging done.

I knew what this would mean for me, though. I knew this would mean coming face to face with the opposition. I had made up my mind that I was going to go in there proud of the decisions I had made, confident of what I believed in and defend my position strongly. HA!! Not quite what happened.  But it was a nice thought. All the pep talks in the world couldn't have helped me out that day.

The first thing you do after signing in is fill out a form - family medical history, prior lumps and bumps and c*****. All the usual questions. I wrote in large print letters: CURRENTLY HAVE C*****, TRIPLE NEGATIVE, DIAGNOSED 2/18/13. Important detail for later in my story.

They shuffle you from the main waiting room to another one where you sit undressed from the waist up awaiting your turn wearing a fashionable hospital gown sitting alongside a handful of other anxious woman, separated from any support person who may be there with you. I, of course, already knowing the system, chose to go by myself.

After a very nerve racking twenty minute wait which I spent thinking of quick witted replies for possible questions, this seemingly friendly middle aged lady came to the doorway and called my name. To make sure they have the right person the first thing they always ask you to do is state your name and date of birth, which I did. Then she said, "Hello, my name is blah, blah, blah, I am going to be doing your mammogram today". She proceeds to tell me how if I have a lump the first thing the doctor is going to want is a mammogram and not an ultrasound and since my last mammogram was in 2010 (yes, she said 2010) then I was due for my yearly anyway.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, stop the train!! I wasn't there for a mammogram. I was there for an ultrasound. And furthermore, I had never had a mammogram prior to 2013 when I was diagnosed for my known carcinoma!! So clearly they have the wrong person even after having all my information. I politely explain to her, because I had made a conscious decision to be kind and Christ-like no matter what, that I am not there for a mammogram, I already know I have c*****, and I never had a mammogram in 2010. Not a great start to my appointment, but hey, everyone makes mistakes. I was willing to overlook that little mishap and move on.

She returns a few minutes later, after, I can only assume, retrieving the correct medical records. She sits down next to me to ask me a few questions.

"The last thing we have on file for you is that you were going to Dr. So and So at Magee Women's Hospital".

So this was it. It was time to have a moment of truth.

 "Yes, then I went to C***** Treatment Centers of America (CTCA). Then, this is where my story differs from most, after two rounds of chemotherapy I decided I was going to seek holistic treatment. I have been doing that for almost a year now".

Want to know her reply?

 She said very excitedly, "Oh that's great. I'm so glad to hear that."

 Sounds good, huh?  What a relief. She was a supporter.

Then she asked me what doctor I was seeing. Her words, "who do you see for something like that?". With my defenses down, because I thought she was on my side, I told her. "Oh, I went to Dr. What's His Name in the beginning. He gave me a list of supplements to take." (Keep this in mind, too.)

Luckily, I was very careful with my wording because as I would soon find out, she was anything but on my side. I am well aware of the fact that it is against the law to claim to treat c***** by any means other than those approved by the good ol' FDA. Chemo, radiation, surgery being the main ones.

 And truth be told, I really don't see anyone. I had a couple of appointments early on in the process where I was given a specific regimen to follow to aid in boosting my immune system. The couple of nutritionists that I did see made it very clear that they don't treat c*****. I even signed papers stating that I fully understand that they were not treating me for c*****.  They treat my immune system, my immune system fights the c*****. That's how it works.

After that little conversation she said the doctor would still like a mammogram because I was "due" for my yearly anyway. This is where I started to feel just a tad defiant. You see, I am not in favor of the yearly mammogram that they tout. Mammograms use radiation and radiation causes c*****. I am already at high risk for c*****, obviously, and really I didn't see the need for it in this particular situation and I told her such.   Agree or disagree, that is my position and I should have the right to choose what I feel is best for me without further harassment.  But being that I was on their field, I eventually gave in and played ball by their rules. Though, it was apparent that Ms. Blah, Blah, Blah was very annoyed with me and couldn't understand my point of view at all.

Now the next part is where I truly failed. I apologize to all the people who think like me for doing such a horrible job at representing our position.

Keep in mind that while getting the mammogram there was conversation the entire time. For anyone who has had one before you know that it's not a super lengthy process but not super quick either. It might take 10-15 minutes. So just like when you get your hair done, even if you'd rather not talk, you make polite conversation. I thought that was what we were doing, at least at first. Until I realized it was really more of a time for this lady to insult my intelligence and interject her unsolicited opinions. Thanks, but no thanks, lady.

While having the mammogram done she noticed the discoloration of the right breast and questioned the reason for it. She referred to it as bruising, but in reality it was caused by a hand-held infrared light. I use it nightly and on occasion I have been known to dose off, leaving it on for a few extra minutes. So, technically it is a burn, not a bruise. Anyway, I explain this to her. Now, people can ask, "why?" and be genuinely interested in learning something, or they can ask, "why?" with an accompanied look of disgust on their face and not really care to learn anything. It was definitely the latter of the two that she asked me. I had explained that I had read somewhere that it could help. Her reply, "you should really be careful what you are reading", of course, with the same look upon her face.

Now, since this was said sometime after she had told me that there was no scientific evidence for what I was doing, I was definitely good and annoyed at this point. Up until then I was quiet. I had tried to defend my position but my mind was totally blank. All the quick witted responses had been buried under a huge cloud of disbelief that she was actually talking to me like this. Was this the same lady who couldn't manage to read the form that I had just filled out with the large print letters stating that I currently had c*****? Is this the same lady who just pulled the wrong person's medical files and didn't catch it even after I gave her my date of birth? And now she wants to tell me about medical evidence and warn me to be careful of what I read!!! It's not as if I read what to do on the back of a Cracker Jacks Box.

Why couldn't I think of something to say?  As hard as I tried, I had next to nothing. It's harder than you may imagine to articulate a reasonable point while having your breasts smashed. And as if having your breasts fondled by a strange woman isn't degrading enough, I had to have my intelligence questioned at the same time. Thanks for the extra salt tossed in my wound, lady.

The only thing I got out of my mouth was that the theory behind the infrared light was if the c*****ous cells were heated above 108* F they couldn't survive. I'm not even sure if that's entirely true, but it sounded good and I knew she wouldn't have any idea what I was talking about. I would have liked to, in retrospect, told her maybe she should read more, or maybe she should focus on doing her job correctly before worrying about how I choose to treat myself. Or perhaps she should try to learn something for herself instead of just regurgitating what is spoon-fed to her by the medical talking heads. So, yes, maybe it was best that I lost my words that day.

If only this were the end of my appointment, I would have left as one annoyed little camper and been on my way. All the insults and I hadn't gotten the ultrasound that I had come for.

Once in the next room, I waited just a few short minutes, long enough for the breast smashing tech to inform the radiologist that a nut job awaited her in room three.

The conversation went a little something like this.

"So, I understand you had two rounds of chemo and then stopped to seek alternative treatments and are now seeing Dr. What's His Name?"

Well, I'm certainly not getting caught in that net. I sternly reply, "No, that is not what I said. I told her that I buy my supplements from him. That's all."

"So who do you see for your c*****?"

"I don't see any doctor for my c*****. I consult with my primary care physician regarding any tests results and that's it."

If I was going down in flames, I certainly wasn't trying to take anyone who has tried to help along the way with me. I saw the line of questioning as a blatant attempt to try to incriminate doctors who won't toe the line. If you think I am being paranoid then just watch Burzynski: C***** is Serious Business on Netflix. Then get back to me about paranoia.

Anyhow, turned out that this doctor was the same doctor who had done my biopsy the year before, the one I had questioned about the importance of placing a titanium marker at the site. Now for round two.

I sit up after she was done. I had asked if she would discuss the results with me or if I would have to wait until my PCP called me to know the results. She said she would discuss them with me.

Now, this is where things get strange. And well, when things don't make sense, I start to question what I'm being told.

She said, "I'm concerned because it is bigger than it was last year."

Yep, strange. I had the same look on my face when she said that, that you probably have on your face right now reading this if you've been following along for awhile. P-U-Z-Z-L-E-D is the only way to describe it.

"This is very odd. This is so completely different from the results of my ultrasound done three months ago".

She was taken by surprise that I had had additional imaging done. "You had another ultrasound done? Somewhere else?"

"Yep. Three months ago. And three months before that. And three months before that. And this is completely different from what any of those said."

She shrugged her shoulders and went back to pointing at the images still on the screen. "It's a different shape, but bigger."

"Hmm, well, it obviously isn't growing at the rate it was because the biopsy results showed a growth rate of 90%."

Now she was speechless. I'm sure if the oncologists with many more years of experience than her had never had a patient with such an aggressive c***** than neither had she with her many fewer years on the job.

At this point I was too confused to feel defeated. That wouldn't come until the drive home.

I was staring at these images, but they mostly don;t mean much to me because I don't know what the heck I'm looking at. So I ask her to explain some things to me. I'm looking at grey matter vs. black matter. What's the difference? This is how it was explained to me. Grey was the harder, thicker tissue. C*****. The black was either cyst-like or necrotic tissue. Necrotic? Dead tissue.

Keep in mind that at this point in the appointment I am very interested in their take of the situation. They clearly don't think I have two brain cells to rub together and well, let's just say I decided to play along.

Necrotic? Why would there be necrotic tissue in the tumor? And her explanation? Because the c***** is eating away at the surrounding tissue.

Umm, yeah, I don't think so. Besides, it was inside the borders of the tumor. Not in the surrounding tissue.

I asked if she had used Doppler to check for blood flow. She hadn't. So she had me lay back down to take more images. There is blood flow. I'm thinking blood flow is good. Blood flow takes the needed supplements to the cells to kill those bad boys. But let's check to see what the doctor thinks of blood flow.

She says blood flow is bad. Why? Because the blood feeds the tumor. Well I guess if I was eating animal protein and sugar it would be. But I'm not.

Any guesses where that necrotic tissue was? Same place as the blood flow. That's where.

To make matters even worse, when I got the written report from the hospital the test results were stated in the report in two different places and they were different numbers in each place. So I don't even know which one might be correct or how greatly exaggerated. However it may be. UGH!!

Now, just for the sake of argument, let's assume that this doctor is telling the truth. We would then also have to assume the last three ultrasounds were wrong. Let's say that for the last year I haven't managed to shrink the tumor at all. Have I failed in what I was trying to accomplish? No, I don't think so. Worst case scenario I have only stopped the tumor from growing and spreading and I have not managed to shrink it. This is one possible theory.

Theory number two. This doctor exaggerated the margins of the tumor to emphasize her belief that I should treat my c***** with chemo, radiation and surgery. She used her power to tamper with test results in order to use those results as a scare tactic.

I've come up with theory number three and four but really they just get way more confusing from here. I honestly don't know what the complete truth is at this time. Every theory leaves me with more questions than answers. Not one of them makes sense with all the pieces to this puzzle.

So while the actual size of the tumor is questionable, there are certain things that we know for sure, verified by the mammogram and ultrasound images done that day. After one year of no conventional medical treatment of a very, very aggressive breast cancer (90% infiltration/growth rate) this is what I know to be true:

1. The c***** is confined to one tumor in the right breast. ( size undetermined at this time)
2. No lymph node involvement
3.It has been determined that it is in fact the titanium marker that was placed in the middle of the tumor that I can now feel. (but yet somehow I am supposed to believe the tumor is bigger)
4. The tumor that once was protruding from the breast surface feels flat even though the breast itself is smaller because I have lost 25 pounds since then.
5. Parts of the tumor have either become cyst-like or are necrotic as compared to previous images
6. My Ph levels are consistently in the normal range

I'm not sure at this point what someone's argument would be against what I am doing. I know that my decision to not go the typical route has annoyed people and made others very angry. Everything I am doing is based on scientific evidence, even though it isn't well documented or widely excepted by the medical establishment.  More people should be asking why it isn't. Why aren't people told that c***** feeds off of animal proteins and sugar? Why if what I am doing is working am I the one seen as crazy?

(NOTE: Just in case you hadn't figured it out, all the names in the retelling of this story have been changed to hide their true identities )  ;)