I wanted to weigh in on those much-talked-about "miracle cures." Personally, I’m a huge supporter of alternative approaches—everything from visualization and using noni or aloe vera to colloidal silver, herbal teas, and so on. I don't just believe they work; I know they do. However, cancer isn't some phantom or just a minor dip in your immune system. It’s a total lottery, both in terms of whether you get it and whether you can beat it. My husband is coming up on a year and four months since his diagnosis and surgery. He’s still doing great! So, who gets the credit for him being here? Was it the cat that spent years sleeping on his stomach in such a specific way? Was it me, insisting on a gastroscopy even though he seemed perfectly healthy and I was mostly just annoyed at where the cat liked to nap? Or maybe the gastroenterologist who noticed something slightly off and insisted on biopsies at five different spots—finding one malignant, three suspicious, and one clear? Was it the surgeon who performed the first operation? Or the dedicated staff at the Mayo Clinic who worked tirelessly when his fever spiked, even when the monitors weren't showing anything obvious? Maybe it was the second surgeon who decided to go back in late in the afternoon and discovered things were looking pretty grim—his abdomen was full of fluid, enzymes, acid, and infection. Perhaps it was the KRS that definitely sped up his healing once the wound started closing, or the wonderful doctor who let me bring it into the Mayo Clinic? Or was it God, watching over him? Or simply my husband’s own courage, faith, and sheer persistence through it all? Who exactly saved his life? Honestly, everything I just mentioned played a part, and on top of all that, there was a massive stroke of luck. If even one link in that chain had been missing, things could have gone very differently—maybe much worse.
Believe me, there is no magic potion, no special mushroom, and no single seed that can fight something this aggressive on its own. My husband has this funny saying he uses whenever I try to jokingly take him down with a karate move, and it applies perfectly here: "You can't fight a bulldozer with a teaspoon." :-) Just start with the fact that diagnostics belong to mainstream medicine. No one is saying you should hand your life over entirely to it—of course not—but you have to admit that to find success, you need to follow the experts. You have to acknowledge that people who have spent years studying this science and working in the field know infinitely more than a layperson like me or you.
Anyway, that’s just my take, as someone who genuinely appreciates alternative methods.
Believe me, there is no magic potion, no special mushroom, and no single seed that can fight something this aggressive on its own. My husband has this funny saying he uses whenever I try to jokingly take him down with a karate move, and it applies perfectly here: "You can't fight a bulldozer with a teaspoon." :-) Just start with the fact that diagnostics belong to mainstream medicine. No one is saying you should hand your life over entirely to it—of course not—but you have to admit that to find success, you need to follow the experts. You have to acknowledge that people who have spent years studying this science and working in the field know infinitely more than a layperson like me or you.
Anyway, that’s just my take, as someone who genuinely appreciates alternative methods.