As soon as I was diagnosed with colon cancer, I started searching for “alternative” treatments and cures on the web. While I was accepting the standard medical methods for treating cancer, this was my one life and I was going to throw EVERYTHING I could at my cancer.
Initially, I decided to embrace the suggestions for a change in diet. I stopped eating anything with sugar, meat or any animal product. Any processed foods were avoided in favor of natural fruit and vegetables with a heavy emphasis on green leafy vegetables. I also invested in a juicing machine and began drinking a lot of carrot juice. (Though mostly carrots, this drink also included apple, ginger, cucumber, lemon and celery.)
It soon became apparent that I was no longer going to die of cancer. I was going to die of starvation!
For months I had been losing a lot of weight. I had gone from 190 lbs to 138. Yep, I was dying.
My web searching also discovered the Joe Tippens protocol. This involved Turmeric/curcumin, CBD oil and Fenbendazole. The Fenbendazole was suggested to take for three days and then go for four days without so I only took it on days when I was not on chemo. I was impressed that so many people were reporting success with this protocol. I was also surprised at how many different kinds of cancer there were.
And what is a more common name for Fenbendazole? Answer: Dog dewormer!
Eweh!!
There were other ideas along the way such as Turkey Tail Mushrooms to combat the effects of chemo, Milk Thistle herbs and garlic.
One day, my wife and I were watching a web presentation about fighting cancer. The presenter was pressing for a diet of green leafy vegetables and fruit. He mentioned that he liked buying frozen fruits in large 5 lb bags at Costco. My wife and I agreed that we should do that. The presenter also mentioned that he ate three large bowls of green salad every day. I wondered how he managed that without huge amounts of forbidden salad dressing, which is the only way I know to gag down green salads.
Later that afternoon, my wife asked from across the room “When do you want to get buried?”
Pause…
“What?” I asked.
“When do you want to get buried?”
A lot of answers came to mind but I finally stood up and walked across the room to find out face to face what she was planning.
“What?” I asked again.
In a very clear and annoyed voice she asked “When do you want to get BERRIES? You know. At Costco”.
Ohhhhh!
Relief!
