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Sandra Martin60 said:Honey, I dealt with my own cancer and moved past it, yet here you are, still drowning in your own despair. If anyone is being rude in this conversation, it’s actually you, though I suspect you haven't quite realized it yet...

I must say, I found myself quite taken aback by that comment... In those moments when I couldn't see a way out and was desperately searching for even a shred of support, Angela Wright managed to find the strength to offer me advice, despite her own grueling struggle with her mother...

There simply isn't room for bickering on this forum, certainly not within this specific thread. We are meant to provide one another with hope, to assist in our faith, and to stand together in the fight... and it was with that exact intention that Angela Wright opened this topic in the first place...

Anyone who disagrees with a sentiment is perfectly entitled to express their view, provided they refrain from harsh judgments and labels. Every experience and every piece of advice remains welcome, regardless of the subject matter...

kiss
Help! in Health ·
Perhaps a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon from time to time might help, though I wonder if beet juice or radicchio would be more effective... especially with all this red meat on the menu...

I was once prescribed some Ferrum Lek, though I didn't take it very often. There was also something called Retaferon, if I recall correctly... though my memory isn't perfect. In any case, you really ought to consult with your doctor first...
Emily Robinson93;12897169 said:
Angela Wright said:Because we are facing such an incredibly difficult period—where family members and loved ones of the ill are suffering right alongside them, compounded by a distinct lack of adequate psychological support within our society—I decided, having been personally touched by these struggles, to launch this forum. Here, those of us who have navigated these waters can offer one another advice and steady support...

COULD A COMMON TYPE OF FUNGUS BE THE CAUSE OF CANCER?
By Dr. Tullio Simoncini

According to this hypothesis, cancer is caused by an infection from a very common fungus known as Candida albicans. The silver lining is that it might be treatable with a potent antifungal agent—one that is unfortunately impossible to patent...

Chemotherapy and radiation therapy tend to produce almost exclusively negative outcomes, due both to their specific ineffectiveness and their high level of toxicity to healthy tissue, which ultimately only serves to encourage fungal aggression...

Candida shows an extreme sensitivity to sodium bicarbonate (NaHCO3, or baking soda), which aligns with the fact that Candida thrives when reproducing in acidic environments (meaning, one must reduce the body's acidity)...
http://www.curenaturalicancro.com/

The most effective way to attempt to eliminate a tumor is to bring it into direct contact with sodium bicarbonate as closely as possible—specifically through oral administration for the digestive tract, enemas for the rectum, washes for the vagina and uterus, intravenous injections for the lungs and brain, and inhalation for the upper respiratory tract...
A full cycle consists of six days of treatment followed by six days of rest, to be repeated four times. The primary side effects of this regimen are thirst and malaise. For skin cancer, a 7% iodine tincture should be applied to the affected area once daily for 20 to 30 days, with the goal of creating multiple layers of scabbing. This procedure may also be applied to the treatment of psoriasis...

One must ask oneself: how many cases do you actually know where mainstream medicine successfully cured cancer? My personal view is that any method that is safe—which certainly isn't the case with chemo—should be taken into consideration...

Cancer is NOT a universal disease that follows a single recipe, and sadly, there cannot be just one single source for the illness...

In my own four-member family, I can count three people who have successfully recovered or are currently undergoing successful treatment, and they did so using strictly medical preparations. My father has lived for over 30 years now, never once turning to alternative methods. My grandmother survived two different types of cancer and continues her fight. When you ask my mother how she managed it when things looked impossible, she will simply tell you: "I just followed the doctor's orders..."

Alternative methods should certainly be considered, but that doesn't mean they are miraculous...
brisktinker7 said:Greetings once again to everyone,

I am honestly quite lost regarding what we should even be looking into, so I thought I would perhaps gather a little bit of information on various topics just to figure out where to begin...

I realize that doctors from abroad are not magic healers, but we had this experience where my father began chemotherapy, and his oncologist hadn't even bothered to meet him... I suppose she was part of the team coordinating the treatment, but the woman never actually came to introduce herself to the man she was supposed to be treating, and his gastroenterologist—who is a wonderful person—has nothing more to do with the matter now... We drove all the way to New York just to get confirmation of the therapy, and you can imagine the confusion when there was absolutely no record of which specific regimen they had prescribed, nor had they met their own oncologist; people in NYC were simply left bewildered...

Then, my parents insisted that the doctor actually see him, and fine, that eventually happened, only for the chemotherapy to be called into question during his third visit due to low platelet counts... Naturally, the nurse cannot make the decision on whether to proceed with the chemo or not... and there was no sign of the oncologist—and it wasn't as if she was on vacation or anything... no one could track her down, and in the end, his gastroenterologist had to decide to cancel the chemo for three days...

To me, this feels incredibly unprofessional, because I make sure to return calls to my clients, yet my actions don't involve human lives... I assume one should actually perform their job properly...???
On the other hand, I suspect my father would be devastated if he were sent overseas for treatment... perhaps it might be better if he stayed closer to the coast... though I truly do not know anymore...

Regarding the drug Tarceva, even at the American university of pharmacy, they didn't seem to have much to say about it; there was a study, and it is used here for lung cancer, but not for gastric cancer, even though I believe it is primarily used for that abroad...

Sigh... my thoughts are racing and I feel as though I haven't quite finished expressing everything I intended to say... and what are your thoughts on those medicinal mushrooms? Does anyone have experience with them... things like MycoSan...

I certainly agree with you that such conduct within our healthcare system is unacceptable. I know of a family friend who sought treatment "abroad" and, as a result of unforeseen complications while undergoing chemo, ended up having an arm amputated.

Drawing from my mother's experience and Austin, I can only offer words of praise. Every patient is entered into the computer system, and documentation is accessible to all physicians. Since it functions as a massive hospice facility: upon arriving for treatment, the patient checks in at the reception, the notification is then sent to the ward, and the patient remains in the queue until the room for the chemotherapy is prepared. Within this system, doctors review blood results, and any deficiency is taken into account. If values are borderline (such as neutrophils, which happened to my mother), the doctors warn of the consequences and only proceed once the patient gives consent. In cases where a patient fails to check in on the morning of the therapy, they are given a few hours, after which the information is relayed to the oncologist, who then calls you at home.

But that is Austin; I cannot speak for other clinics or if they maintain such high standards of patient care, though judging by people's stories, the state of the medical system in Italy is quite similar to ours.

We did not give my mother any supplements. A week ago, we were actually considering whether she should start taking Noni juice, but we concluded it would be better not to. At least not right now, while her body is visibly regenerating itself.

Stay strong! Fight on and do not give up! kisses
Melissa Kim45 said:Greetings to everyone, both the regulars and the newcomers. 🙂

Even abroad, people face misdiagnoses, incorrect treatments, or insufficient care... It isn't as if people overseas are all miracle workers, just as it's unfair to assume Americans are too incompetent to know anything. Traveling was never an option for us—not just because of the likely cost, but because Mom’s condition was, and still is, far too fragile for any kind of trip. I’ve spent my time scouring the internet, following various groups, reading, and talking to people (though mostly listening, actually, and very little speaking myself). The necessary information eventually found its way to me; I simply let the right answers select themselves.

In short, I am keeping my fingers crossed for you. 🙂
I realize that isn't tangible help, but—keep searching, keep looking, and things will work out. This is merely my support.

Well done. 👍

It is heartening to read such good news, and I am happy for all of you who bring hope to this space. Even the act of hoping we can endure the struggle is, in itself, a form of hope.

Dad will get stronger, though please do not be disappointed if that doesn't happen overnight. Just persist, stay steady, and it will be alright. 🙂
I can also recommend native propolis; my mother takes that along with royal jelly from the same producer. Proper nutrition is just as vital. For supplements, she takes B-complex and magnesium. Everything else is taken by the spoonful or with a fork, or sipped from a cup. Medications are a different matter entirely, but I believe we have reduced them to the bare minimum, which is what she is on now. For the time being.

Meanwhile, within my own family (and I don't have much of one), there are two other cases of cancer.🙄

Mom managed to kill the fish in the meantime.😁
You see, she had some sort of mutant goldfish that has lived for goodness knows how many years, and she kept filling the aquarium almost to the brim. One cannot monitor every single detail.
Despite being covered by a mesh lid, though somewhat frayed at the edges, the fish apparently just slipped out and landed on the floor. She didn't even notice it was gone. She kept insisting it was still inside and asking why "I couldn't see it," until I finally picked it up off the floor.
She has once again built up a stockpile of forbidden pills. She goes for walks with the housekeeper (the one who comes three hours a day), sends her to CVS for something, and then the woman heads to the pharmacy (they are right next to each other). Naturally, the woman gave in, and Mom ended up buying a stash of sedatives and painkillers. When she started snoring heavily in front of the TV, and then when it happened again the next day, I realized something was wrong and did a thorough search. Today, she’s acting suspicious again, but I can't prove a thing. 😁
Nor can I explain to her that I froze in fear because I first thought her sodium levels were dropping again, which would mean the cancer had flared up. She doesn't grasp that, nor do I attempt to tell her; she can no longer truly understand how certain moments impact us. Well, she does know that Ljubičić won, though. 😁
She absolutely loves tennis—sports in general. Eurosport is one of her favorite channels.😕

She’s still in college and spends her days messaging her cousin living abroad... every single day. Since I’ve been oversleeping at her place more often lately, I told her that if her professors decide to wake her up tomorrow—because they love sending those emails in the crack of dawn—she should just imagine the notifications are flying right past her... She agreed to silence her phone, but now she's terrified she might actually miss an important update because she muted everything.😛

The reality is that even doctors out here in the States make mistakes, and there is absolutely no guarantee of a cure. I heard about a woman in Chicago where they actually removed a lung lobe due to a completely incorrect diagnosis. Fortunately, they ran the tests again and caught the error before it was too late. I could go on listing similar cases... but let's move on from that for now.

Your posts provide me with a certain sense of strength and faith... they have such a bright quality to them, and I truly appreciate that. Is your mother using every possible tactic to stay protected? Faxes? How all too familiar that sounds to me... ;-)

kisses
Hannah Thomas28 said:It won't do her any harm... My own mother used to take it, though she eventually grew tired of the taste...
But when you have someone we know who was told five years ago they only had three months left, yet they swear by this stuff... it tells you something.
It bolsters the immune system. It’s essentially a catch-all. It is particularly effective for helping patients better endure intensive therapies or radiation...
However, different ailments require different dosages. And it certainly isn't cheap.

I am well aware of the cost, but compared to everything we have already poured into her medical care, this is merely a drop in the bucket. Her blood work and overall physical condition, when compared to where she was four months ago, are actually quite enviable. We will likely reach out to her oncologist next week to get their professional opinion on the matter...

Thank you for the response.
I gave my mother a call this evening just to catch up and see how things were going. Lately, she has been such an incredible pillar of support for me, much as I strive to be for her... She mentioned they ordered some noni juice for Grandma, and she’s actually considering getting some for herself as well. The problem is, neither of us possesses even a shred of actual knowledge regarding what noni juice really is!

Given that she is currently fighting her battle with cancer, I can't see much reason for her to bother with it. What is your experience with noni juice? Does it actually do anything? In what specific scenarios is it thought to be helpful? I would appreciate any insights you might have, though I suspect there has likely been plenty of discussion about noni juice already elsewhere...

best regards
electrictinker40 said:I am quite at a loss for where to begin, and frankly, finding the right words feels nearly impossible since I only received this devastating news an hour ago... I am unsure who to turn to or how one even begins to navigate such a moment...... My mother-in-law, a woman I hold in the highest regard—someone truly courageous and wonderful—has been diagnosed with uterine cancer that has already begun to metastasize. We are completely adrift, uncertain of our next steps or how to face such profound pain... please, if anyone can offer guidance, I find myself truly lost.

I am deeply sorry to hear such distressing news. Please know that you can reach out here at any time for support or advice. However, if I may offer a preliminary thought—it will be essential for you to maintain your composure so that you might remain a pillar of strength for your mother-in-law. You are at the very onset of this journey, and while it requires immense fortitude, you will gradually learn how best to provide support... but for now, staying steady is paramount.

Stay strong...
Elizabeth Gonzalez55 said:Hello everyone, especially those who have been keeping us in their thoughts...

I haven't posted in quite some time, though I have been reading everything here and staying updated on the association's activities...

The latest news from our side is that a suspicious lymph node was surgically removed, and we are currently waiting on the pathology results to determine if there were any metastases... Since the procedure took place last Thursday, I am not expecting any word before Monday at the earliest. However, I must admit I have reached a point where the exact diagnosis feels somewhat secondary; whatever it was, it has been removed and is no longer an issue...

Regarding the situation in Germany, he received his second scheduled injection yesterday. He is absolutely exhausted from all the traveling, the biopsies, and the endless testing, and he told me today that he is seriously considering walking away from it all, which left me feeling quite devastated... I can only hope this is merely one of those difficult days and that tomorrow he will feel more capable and ready to continue the fight...

In the meantime, so many people have reached out—old acquaintances, friends, and others—all offering various forms of support. Even my colleagues at work and people from my university have stepped up to help. It has been deeply moving, as I had no idea that individuals with whom I had only superficial or even non-existent contact would play such a significant role in our struggle... I truly remain pleasantly surprised by it all...

And on a much brighter note, I had an ultrasound and a screening for Down syndrome yesterday, and the baby passed both tests with flying colors... :-) :-) I hope that this little life growing within me will serve as the greatest motivation for the future father to keep pushing forward...

That is all for now... sending you all plenty of positive thoughts and matching energy...


It is good to hear from you,

No matter how difficult things become, I see your optimism, and it is precisely because of that strength that I am certain you and this child will be the reason he refuses to give up... There really is no reason to surrender. I certainly understand being worn out by the constant travel; after my mother finished her fourth round of chemo, she said all she wanted was for life to return to normal and to finally stop living out of a car...

Keep moving forward bravely and keep fighting... kisses
cosmicridge5 said:Cats... 🙂

He has strictly forbidden everyone from saying anything to me... yet just two or three days ago, my grandmother—who is a doctor—told me that my father is critically ill, and then, after I had effectively "sat on her spine" and all that, she suggested she suspects distant metastases... She actually shocked me the most, as she is usually such a rock-solid, pragmatic woman (unlike 😁me), but in her telling, it felt as though she had already written him off; she didn't say it explicitly, of course, but I could sense it...
Even if she isn't an oncologist...

And this, naturally, is something I don't pay for, nor do I throw a tantrum in front of him... we were having dinner the night before the other night, joking around and talking about the usual things, and if I truly didn't know what was happening, I wouldn't have even thought twice about it. I suppose he was quite quiet and tired... whereas he is normally such an energetic extrovert 😁, but I tell you, if I didn't know, I would have simply attributed it to his job (he has a rather high-stakes, stressful career and is constantly traveling) and the fact that he isn't feeling well... I certainly wouldn't have suspected something this serious...

He doesn't realize that I know; the only thing he mentioned regarding the illness was, somewhat nonchalantly, that he has to go for a hundred tests and that perhaps now is the time to get them done... I said nothing to that, and he immediately moved on to some tenth topic... The only thing he said later, while putting on his coat, was with a roll of his eyes: "Look, bare kidneys... In five years you'll come to me to buy you new ones. Though I'm not sure if I'll be able to."

My parents have been separated for quite some time, and I live at a different address myself, but throughout my entire childhood, I was closest to him. Even today, I feel like I am most like him, that he is the only one who can truly "get" me...
And he is just endlessly important to me...
Many times it happened, even at my age, that I would call him in the middle of the night to smother him with some infantile "crisis" of mine. 😁 And he would never give me grief for it the next day. 🙏 🙂
I am just so specially attached to him... and I truly cannot imagine life without Dad... I mean, damn it, who is going to look out for me?? As retarded and selfish as that sounds... But, in my head, it has always been that no matter what crap happens, if I have to, I will call Dad...

God... only now, because of this, do I feel like a total child.
Something has happened that Dad, it seems, won't be able to fix...

How am I, I, supposed to be strong???

Maybe you feel like you aren't strong, but with a father like yours, who was obviously a huge support through everything, you learned how to be strong! Don't doubt that.

When my mother got sick—my parents were in the middle of separating. When I remember that just 12 months ago we weren't even speaking to one another in our family... it feels strange. I used to hear my father, rarely my mother, and almost never my brother. The moment my father told me she wasn't doing well—the tears just started flowing. Even though we hadn't really had the chance to know each other well, I couldn't imagine losing her. In a short span of time, we found the strength to face ourselves and her illness, and today our relationships are much more serious and connected. There isn't a day where we don't get to know and understand each other anew. If someone had told me her illness would have this outcome—I would have asked how it is possible for us to have so much desire and strength?! In reality, that kind of strength is hidden within all of us who fight these difficult illnesses!

As long as your father still possesses enough strength to find even a glimmer of optimism, as long as he can still afford to make his own jokes, you should take every possible step to be there for him... being mindful that just as he exists for you, you exist for him. Perhaps right now you are finding ways to keep things unsaid just so he can focus on what truly matters, or maybe the reality that even Grandma isn't being an optimist is starting to frighten you... but eventually, you will have to tell him that you are standing right by his side, if only to give him a little more fortitude and the will to keep going.

Hang in there. Kisses.
cosmicridge5 said:Yes, those kinds of phrases, regardless of how well-intentioned they might be, are profoundly irritating.

Though, at this particular moment, I find just about everything to be irritating...

It seems my own father already has distant metastases... and we only discovered a few days ago that the situation is actually serious...

Regrettably, no one can truly write or say exactly what you need to hear. Most people struggle to grasp your current thoughts and anxieties because they aren't walking in your shoes, which is why they resort to those hollow platitudes that ring so empty: "It will get better..." My own question, when I found myself in a similar situation to yours, was simply: "What exactly is going to get better? If I knew, perhaps I could actually look forward to it." From the very beginning, until the moment I finally sorted through my own emotions, such remarks threw me completely off balance and were genuinely distressing—I wouldn't even leave my house, quite literally. I am unsure how much that helped, given that my lack of real human contact only allowed the grief to intensify. However, I eventually learned to forgive those who remain silent and simply bypass those who fail to understand...

Try to stay by your father's side at every opportunity and cherish every second spent with him, for you are stronger together in this fight. Attempt to show yourself, him, and everyone around you your true strength. Pity and these empty thoughts won't offer you any actual help, a fact you are already well aware of. Kisses
cosmicridge5 said:I have been reading through your posts quite intensely over the last few days... Goodness, there are such lovely, wonderful people gathered in one single place 🙂 🙂

All of this... until very recently, it felt like some other, imaginary dimension to me...

But now, it seems it will soon become the only one.

How does one remain living, when someone incredibly vital stands upon the precipice of that very life?

I want to be a child again. I want to be three years old, sliding down a slope on my father's skis. For him to hold my hands, while my mother takes our picture.

I want to return to the past so infinitely that my present means almost nothing at all. Right now, it means absolutely nothing.

How does one stay alive? When does one stop wanting to?
I feel so profoundly sick right now.
Despite all my healthy organs.

Just give them to him.

And you do not need to answer me regarding how to stay alive... That was rhetorical. I am not particularly interested in a life like this.

Reading through all the threads about cancer and chemotherapy lately, I found myself most desperately wishing I could send a message to Zazie.
Only to read that she has passed away.
So I spent hours hysterically scrolling through the posts she wrote... and noting the books she read...
I do not know if or when I will find the will to read again, but if I do, I shall begin with those she recommended.
Sending you a kiss, Zazie...

And please forgive me for this dark post; I feel terrible leaving such sentences here... but, currently, nothing else comes to my fingertips...

Greetings and best wishes to everyone.

It is difficult to find the strength to resist the gloom and the heaviness of thought, and one cannot blame you for a post like this. Unfortunately, one cannot simply gift their health to another, nor can one just extend a life like that. What you can do is provide immeasurable support and strengthen the person who is fighting to stay among us for as long as possible. I hope tomorrow brings you more optimistic thoughts and a new, different kind of will, so that your near future might be filled with unforgettable moments! One cannot and must not return to the past; life unfolds in the present—so live it today!

Kisses, and hang in there!
Dear slyseal28,
I won't be having a chance to sit down and talk things through with my mother until the end of the week... since we are only about 48 hours away from her departure for Aviano, I really don't have the heart to press her with any questions right now, lest I give her more reason to dwell on everything... regardless, I'll be sure to get my letter out to her in the next few days once I finally manage to clear my desk... kisses
Grace Fowler said:Greetings to all my dear friends!!!!!!!!
I am finally homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, after a long 17 days, I've finally made it back. I wanted to let you all know that things went quite well; the SURGERY was a success and the pathology report is encouraging. I am incredibly happy...
I will check in over the next few days with all the details...
Kisses, Dina :-)

I am truly glad to hear you are doing well and that the surgery went smoothly! Wishing you a very speedy recovery... kisses
Anonymous said:Thank you everyone, the funeral was yesterday and now one simply has to find a way to move forward...

@Studentica: I am sorry that I must tell you this, but if it has reached stage 3 or 4, there is quite simply no hope left, regardless of how much effort is exerted or how much willpower is applied... That is our grim reality. My mother was at stage 3, which progressed to stage 4, and she passed away within three months of the diagnosis. All that remains is for everyone to stay by her side and provide whatever comfort possible, while I would advise everyone else to undergo regular checkups, as they truly can be life-saving. My mother neglected them for two years, and that oversight cost her everything...😢

The One! push forward, rationally and steadily... do not allow yourself to be broken by surrendering to your emotions. Every fate carries its own weight...
slyseal28 said:I just wanted to let you all know that there will be a feature story on our Association today on the "America Live" broadcast starting at 4:00 PM (I am not quite sure where we fall in the lineup), regarding our work. You will also hear some commentary from Dr. Mirando Mrsić, a physician who has been working closely with our Association. Do tune in...

It is truly a shame that I wasn't able to catch your segment... I have been working straight through the day and have only just managed to make it home 😢 ALU, seeing as everyone on the forum seems to be offering such positive feedback, I am genuinely glad you stepped up to the plate! KEEP FIGHTING!...
Alex White6 said:thanks so much!

I am well aware that doctors are merely human beings, yet one would assume a physician ought to exercise a higher degree of precision than a layperson, wouldn't one? Human lives depend entirely upon their accuracy... I realize that is a heavy burden to carry, but in my aunt's case, a gastroscopy isn't some rare or exotic procedure. Stomach cancer isn't exactly a one-in-a-million anomaly...

I understand, and I certainly didn't intend for my previous words to come across as dismissive... Ultimately, the real question remains how much attention and resources our medical professionals actually provide us.

My intention was simply to empower you to fight alongside your aunt, rather than wasting energy fighting against "windmills," because the struggle is truly worth it... My own mother was diagnosed with Stage IIIc or IV cancer, and she is still here today... we continue to fight, refusing to surrender at any stage. Had we simply accepted those initial grim prognoses, given up, and failed to seek further explanations, more vigilance, or exhaustive care, she might not be with us 😢

Fight on. Stay strong. Don't give in.
Alex White6 said:Hello everyone... this is certainly a thread I hoped I would never have to open, yet unfortunately, here I am.
I recently discovered that my aunt, whom I’ve lived with for six years now, is battling stomach cancer. It was only caught in stage four, far too late. After the initial shock, grief, and tears, I find myself transitioning into a phase of pure fury. A fury that drives me to do everything in my power to ease her suffering, a fury directed at this vile, insidious disease that I want to defeat alongside her, and finally, a fury toward one highly esteemed, renowned, and "overly qualified" gastroenterologist in Washington, D.C. He was utterly incapable of diagnosing a tumor that was already in its advanced stages, and he refused to perform a gastroscopy even after she pleaded that she hadn't felt right for months.

Because of his nonchalance and supposed "expertise" (she went to him for stomach issues, but during an ultrasound, he "spotted" uterine fibroids and polyps which, of course, turned out to be non-existent), the tumor eventually perforated her stomach, and she nearly died from sepsis.

Thank God for the physicians at the hospital in Cleveland who acted swiftly and saved her life. Her condition remains critical, but we are hoping for the best possible outcome...

To that "expert" gastroenterologist, we owe nothing more than a private lawsuit, though I fear that given his reputation, it might just be a futile struggle against windmills.

Stay strong, everyone... I am off to visit my dear aunt now and try to bring a little laughter to her side.

Unfortunately, doctors are merely human and capable of error. Yet, we find it so difficult to accept those mistakes, don't we? Especially when they involve errors of such gravity.

Eight years ago, my mother began experiencing sudden bleeding. Believing it was simply menopause—as she was exhibiting all the typical symptoms—she didn't seek medical attention immediately. Eventually, she saw a gynecologist in San Francisco and then another in Cleveland, neither of whom knew what was happening, though they suspected uterine cancer. Upon hearing that, she traveled to Vienna to see the gynecologist who had operated on her six years prior (it was for a benign cervical tumor, if I recall correctly). That doctor was visibly shaken by the diagnoses, because, as it turns out, she didn't have cancer at all, but rather a spontaneous miscarriage. 😲

That is why, ten months ago when things escalated, my father didn't hesitate to take her to Italy... although they make mistakes there as well. They once diagnosed an elderly woman, who had been treated for ovarian cancer, with lung metastases. They were already preparing her for a lobectomy... until they repeated the tests and realized the metastasis wasn't there. Fortunately, 🙏they repeat tests and remain vigilant.

During my mother's surgery, two oncologists, a pathologist, a surgeon, and an anesthesiologist were present. Mistakes were simply not an option.

Be there for your aunt; stay strong and ready for the fight! There is no point dwelling on the failures of that "gastroenterologist"—focus only on how you can support her. She needs your strength against the illness, not a battle against doctors... lawsuits won't help her... not one bit.

Hang in there! Kisses
Linda Peterson37 said:My dear father has been in the hospital since Friday... his condition deteriorated so rapidly that despite knowing the diagnosis, we were all caught completely off guard, especially since he had seemed to be doing okay, aside from those occasional neurological episodes that seemed to stabilize quickly.... It turns out he has brain edema, and I’ve been doing a bit of digging here on the forum and across the web to see what can be done. I noticed many people have shared their experiences with Mannitol, which is what they are administering to him now... could anyone provide some specific insight regarding this medication, as I haven't quite managed to get through all the pages yet.....

I feel utterly hopeless. I break down several times a day, and my stomach knots up with nausea because seeing him in this state is just so difficult... I just want to see him get back on his feet again..
We are also giving him some alternative supplements that were recommended by some of the leading experts in this field here in America, but I can't shake the feeling that there might be something more that can, and should, be done...
I find myself feeling angry at everyone and everything, simply because this is happening to him...


It is nearly impossible not to fall apart when you are facing a situation like this... please, try to have faith, even if it's hard, embrace the despair if you must, but try to find the strength within... I truly hope you find a way to help him and that a path toward recovery reveals itself!

Thinking of you all. Kisses.
Anonymous said:At 10:05 this morning, my mother passed away... it’s only been three and a half months since her diagnosis. While she is going to be missed terribly—and I suspect I will see her in my dreams far more often than I might expect—there is a certain sense of relief in knowing she is finally at peace, free from the pain and no longer struggling just to take a sip of water...
The hardest moment so far was watching them carry her out in the casket, though I know the true weight of it is still ahead when we lay her to rest; I've been leaning on medication all day just to stay upright, but I am managing somehow... Anyway, sending my best wishes to everyone...

The days ahead are going to be incredibly grueling, but you have always been resilient—you will find a way through this. My deepest condolences on the loss of your mother. She will continue to walk beside you through life, perhaps even through your dreams...

kisses