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Lisa White54 said:My husband fell ill almost four years ago. It was bronchus and trachea cancer. The tumor was the size of a man's fist. He was choking on blood. Spitting up fresh blood. It all just happened out of nowhere. Suddenly. After about ten days in a general hospital, he had an emergency transfer to a Small town in the Midwest. He went through chemo and radiation. It was incredibly hard on him. But he endured everything and he made it. Up until now, everything had been fine. There was no sign of the tumor. He was doing well. No issues at all. We changed our lifestyle habits and reorganized everything around his recovery. I truly believed we had beaten cancer.
But we haven't. This has sent me right back to square one. For a few days, I couldn't even pull myself together. Just this overwhelming wave of disappointment, sadness, and anger... But now, I'm finding my footing again, ready to fight for tomorrow once more. I’m not giving up. We are waiting to continue treatment, and then it will be home care. Once he’s back home, everything will be much easier for him.

Oh, Lisa White54, I really hope you didn't feel like I was calling you out—please forgive me if I did, I feel a bit silly now, but I truly didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to say that for me, it was easier to live happily believing the tumor was gone, rather than living in constant agony, fearing its return. I remember being so angry when the doctors told us straight away that Dad wasn't going to make it; it would have been easier for me to live on hope than to mourn him every single day... In the end, I pulled myself together and became convinced he would recover. Now, this might sound terrible, but my sister and I constantly lied to Dad about his condition, convincing him he was getting better. When he started radiation, we told him the tumor was shrinking, even though it wasn't. At first, he was confused, but eventually, he just rolled with it—maybe because he trusted our eyes more than his own, since he was always watching us. You could see how happy it made him, and how it gave him the strength to keep fighting. When we were forcing him to eat, we'd lie and tell him he was actually gaining weight just to get him to eat more. We even went overboard with those supplements, bringing them home and telling him that specific person or brand had been cured by them. Of course, since he felt so lost and was grasping at any lifeline, he accepted everything we said. Lisa White54, wouldn't it be easier for you if the doctor played along and said things were improving, even if you know deep down they aren't? I don't know, it just felt easier for me. I am so terribly sorry that you're going through this all over again; I can't even imagine it. But isn't it a little easier knowing that you managed to fix things once before? Why couldn't you do it a second time? You guys can do this—you've already proven it, and I have absolutely no doubt. Kick this thing out once and for all!🙂

I just had this realization... my dad has always been such a skeptic when it comes to energy healers or anything pseudo-scientific, right? But he really went all in on this one, insisting it was something entirely different, something special... and honestly? It actually worked. He’s feeling better. And please, I’m asking you—don't say things to me or anyone else like, "That's great, just as long as the tumor doesn't come back." Seriously, those kinds of comments just drag everyone down into a dark place. Sending love to everyone, hang in there.🙂

Well, I’ve started reading through this whole thread from the very beginning, and of course, everything I’ve shared keeps coming up... The one thing I just can't wrap my head around is why some of you are so incredibly against bioenergy practitioners. Honestly, what you personally think will help someone else doesn't really matter, does it? We laid out every single option available to him, and the choice was entirely his to make. I even suggested he turn to God—and look, I'm not a religious person myself—but he is, and it would be pretty foolish of me to try and talk him out of his faith. He chose both prayer and his doctors. He leaned on his doctors because they were right there with him when he actually started recovering. If those doctors had been there at the absolute worst moment, maybe he wouldn't have done anything at all, and then we'd all be sitting here complaining that the doctors are useless or that bioenergy is a waste of time, which is exactly what we jumped to first. Personally, I still believe in bioenergy. We all carry that energy within us, we just don't always know how to tap into it... but then again, there are people who actually do. Of course, there's a huge crowd of charlatans out there too. That’s why we should just let people make their own decisions. What if someone truly believes in bioenergy more than anything else, and you spend all your time trying to talk them out of it? You might end up sinking their spirit entirely. In my opinion, he deserves the credit for the tumor disappearing because he found a massive, renewed will to live; it was obvious he wasn't ready to go just yet. Like I said at the start, he simply isn't done yet—he still has so much unfinished business to attend to.🙂

Hi everyone!
I wanted to put together a bit of a master list of all the different drinks and supplements we were giving my dad; maybe it’ll help someone else who is currently searching for answers. I know exactly how it feels—I spent hours scouring the entire internet, buying up everything we could find🙂. I’m sure you guys have probably discussed most of this already, and honestly, I don't have the bandwidth to read through every single thread, but I hope this helps anyone just starting their search. So, he was taking noni juice, aloe vera, royal jelly, and even that Tibetan mushroom supplement... oh, and at first, he was on Ensure, but then we heard that Prosure might be better. It can be ordered via prescription, though you do have to pay a bit extra out of pocket$30. Hmm, when I started writing this, I thought I’d be listing maybe fifty different things; it really felt like there were more than that😁. On top of all that, he was drinking various teas and using all sorts of mouthwashes and sprays. I remember asking him once if he had whipped up some kind of homemade remedy (I can't quite recall which one) and he told me he just didn't have the time—even though he was home all day! We couldn't stop laughing about it🙂. Poor guy, he spent his whole day stirring, mixing, squeezing, and spraying stuff. Along with all those supplements, he actually went to see a bioenergy healer before his radiation treatments, but he ended up quitting because the sessions started feeling weirdly energetic, and he wasn't satisfied anyway since he thought he’d be fully healed after just three sessions🤷. But what he truly believes helped him most was his sessions with a soft-tissue specialist. He only saw him twice (we realized too late that he was based in Chicago), and the first time wasn't anything special; he just had some light energy work done around his neck and stomach. But the second day? Man, when the guy saw him, he seemed genuinely cheered up. He sat up a little longer, worked on his neck area again, gave him two big hugs, and waved his hands around like, "It's gone, buddy!"🤷 And he told me that on that specific day, he felt this strange sensation in the tumor, and then, for the first time in ages, the pain just vanished! For three weeks straight, he was pain-free. Before that, he had been on morphine for a long time, but it wasn't doing a thing, and I honestly thought the pain would kill him—then, one day, it was just gone, like it had been wiped away by hand. I have no idea what happened. Anyway, folks, I know some of you will say you've already tried all of this, but hey, you have to try everything. Something might work for someone, and you really have to believe it can help. One more thing—I let him watch that documentary "The Secret." I tend to lean toward that kind of stuff, and I noticed he changed too. He smiled much more often🙂. Also, what do you all think about thishttp://www.blog.hr/print/id/16230251...-raka-b17.html

Thanks, cosmicviper76!
I’ve been sitting here scrolling through some of the older posts just to get a better feel for everyone in this community, and honestly, I can’t stop crying. It’s a strange feeling—I’m happy to be here, but I’m weeping because you all have reminded me so much of everything we went through back in the day. I remember being at work, trying to talk to clients while tears were streaming down my face. Someone would tell a joke and I’d laugh, but then immediately go back to sobbing... just full-on wailing. I probably looked absolutely unhinged, didn't I? But you guys know exactly what I mean. Anyway, that part is behind us now. First off, my heart goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one. And to those of you currently in the fight: please, push yourselves and your families to keep fighting even harder. Because it really is possible. Anything is possible. I have to admit, there was one brief moment where I actually resigned myself to the idea that Dad was leaving us soon. It sounds terrible to say, but I even found myself talking to Mom about funeral arrangements. It felt like such a dark cloud was over us; right when he was waiting for radiation, we lost three people very close to us within a single month—my grandmother, an ex-partner, and my cousin who was only 25. It felt like Dad was slipping away just so we could follow him, and I think he realized that too, which is why he started fighting back. This past Saturday, we talked for hours. He was so happy he couldn't stop talking, even though his throat is so sore from the cannula that it's a struggle. He finally admitted that he was fighting solely for us. There was one point, when things were at their absolute worst and he felt like he was losing the battle, that he told himself, "Don't be a jerk, fight!" And he did. He pulled through, and he deserves a monument for it. To be honest, I don't know if I could have endured all of that. I think I might have given up, but you never truly know until you're there. God, I'm still crying just typing this. If I could, I would just give you all a massive hug right now. It isn't true that we've run out of options or that everything is just "fate." Please, keep fighting!

Hi everyone!

I’m checking in because I just wanted to share some incredible news with you all—hopefully, this brings a little bit of hope to anyone currently fighting this, or to those of you watching a loved one go through it. I first started lurking on this forum around April, right when we found out my dad had a throat tumor. Honestly, back then, I didn't even have the strength to type a single word about it. My whole world just collapsed. I was searching here desperately for any kind of supplement or alternative treatment that might work. It all started with this tiny little lump on the right side of his face over a year ago. But he absolutely refused to see a doctor. He’s one of those classic, stubborn types who never gets sick and never complains about anything—not even a headache. He wouldn't admit to a thing; there was no way we could convince him to go. We were all losing our minds trying to get him to take it seriously. That is, until the lump grew so much 😉—I can't even tell you the size now—that it actually started deforming his face. He couldn't eat or breathe properly anymore. He dropped from about 185 pounds down to barely 108. That was finally enough to break his stubbornness, and he went to the doctor. The test results were devastating. Chemotherapy wasn't even an option because the tumor had wrapped itself around a major artery, and they were terrified that treating it would cause a rupture. It felt like they were just going through the motions at that point; they scheduled him for radiation, but not for two months! We were panicking. It felt like the medical team had already given up on him; they weren't giving him even the slightest chance at recovery. After a lot of pleading and tears from me, my sister, and my mom at the hospital, they finally agreed to move his radiation up by a month just for us. And I will never, ever forget what the doctor said to my mom. He looked her in the eye and said, "Okay, ma'am, I'll give him the strongest therapy we have, but even that isn't going to help him." It was absolutely terrifying. Anyway, I won't ramble too long, but he finished his radiation sessions between June 16th and August 8th. Then, this past Saturday, September 12th, the final results came back. (And oh man, for the last two weeks, they kept sending him over to the Mayo Clinic because they couldn't make sense of the scans and claimed their equipment there was better.) Well, there's nothing left. Nothing! The tumor is gone. The metastases have retreated! My dad... he doesn't have a tumor anymore!!! The doctor was completely stunned. He kept re-examining him, staring at the scans, just unable to believe his own eyes that the tumor could vanish in such a short window of time. At the end of the appointment, he actually squeezed my dad's hand, and my dad told me he saw tears in the doctor's eyes. And honestly, how could he not? Everyone had written him off. I suppose this falls into one of those "miracle" categories. I just wanted to tell you all: please, don't lose hope. You really shouldn't ever stop believing in the possibility of healing. I have so much more I want to share, but for now, 🙂 just hang in there. Stay strong, stay positive (which, let's be honest, was the hardest part for us), and keep believing that healing is possible. 🙂