Resources and support for families dealing with cancer and serious illness

To all my fellow forum members, I wish you a happy and blessed Easter, filled with health, love, and happiness!

Right now, there are three people in my house battling cancer. My grandmother (70) is, unfortunately, in the worst possible shape—completely immobile, in intense pain, and entering her final stages. Back in January 2004, she ended up in the ER because of blood in her urine, and they found a kidney tumor. She had surgery, but three months later, they discovered metastases in her lungs. At the time, the doctor didn't recommend any specific treatment, and she actually recovered beautifully; every CT scan showed the metastases were stable—they weren't growing. We got two and a half years of good quality life, summer vacations, and just living normally. Then, last September, things took a sudden turn—the cancer spread to her bones and her spine. She spent months in a bad state, and three weeks ago, she finally became bedridden. Now she’s immobile, in terrible agony, and we all know the end is near.

My grandfather (78) has been dealing with melanoma for several years now. It keeps popping up in different spots—his nose, forehead, upper arm, knee—and there just isn't a cure. His condition is worsening, though it hasn't reached the level of what my grandmother is going through yet.

To make matters worse, their only daughter—my mom (50)—found out last year that she has cervical cancer. She went through radiation, chemo, and then surgery. The initial results look okay, but as we all know with these kinds of illnesses, you can never truly be sure. The situation is devastating—my sick mother is trying to care for her own ailing parents, while I’m doing everything I can to help. Honestly, I don't even know where I find the strength. This past year has felt like a living hell—it's a constant battle against illness, and every night before I go to sleep, I’m terrified for my family. You learn a lot from situations like this, but the sadness and the feeling of being let down by life still linger. And the absolute worst part? The fear of what’s coming next.

To everyone else out there living from one test result to the next, waiting for news about your loved ones: I hope you find plenty of courage and manage to hold onto your sanity.
Big hugs to the heroes who have shared their tragedies with us, especially Angela Wright for starting this thread.

To everyone celebrating, Happy Easter. I wish you all plenty of strength and love😘 and above all, good health.

Ethan Garcia said:Right now, there are three cancer patients in my house. My grandmother (70) is, unfortunately, in the worst possible state—completely immobile, in intense pain, and in her final stages. Back in January 2004, she ended up in the ER due to blood in her urine, and they found a kidney tumor. She had surgery, and three months later, they discovered metastases in her lungs. The doctor didn't recommend any specific therapy; she recovered remarkably well, and every CT scan showed the metastases were stable and hadn't grown. She had two and a half years of quality life—vacations and living normally. Then, last September, things took a sudden turn for the worse; the cancer spread to her bones and her spine. She spent months in critical condition, and three weeks ago, she was bedridden. Now she’s immobile, in agony, and we all know the end is near.

My grandfather (78) has been dealing with melanoma for several years now. It pops up in different spots—nose, forehead, upper arm, knee—and there just isn't a cure. His condition is worsening, though it isn't quite as dire as my grandmother's yet.

To make matters worse, their only daughter—my mother (50)—found out last year that she has cervical cancer. She went through radiation, chemotherapy, and then surgery. The initial results look okay, but as we all know with these kinds of illnesses, you can never be sure. The situation is grim; my sick mother is trying to care for her own ailing parents, and I’m helping as much as I can, though I honestly don't know where I find the strength. Over the last year, my life has turned into a living hell—I'm fighting a war against disease, and every night before I sleep, I dread what might happen to my family. You learn a lot from situations like this, but the grief and the disillusionment with life remain. And the worst part is the fear of what's coming next.

To everyone else living life one medical report at a time, waiting for news about their loved ones: I hope you find the courage to endure and manage to keep your sanity intact.
My respects to the heroes who have shared their tragedies with us, especially Angela Wright, who started this thread.

I know how it is, unfortunately. I suppose we just have to accept that this is life... a heavy cross we have to carry...😘

Happy Easter to everyone. I believe the only thing we all truly want is HEALTH AND PEACE IN OUR HEARTS, so that is what I wish for you most.

slyseal28 said:Sending you a hug, a hand to hold, strength, and nothing but positive thoughts!

Thank you, and I truly hope your Pigeon recovers soon...😘

p.s. I’m joining forces with you in the "battle" against the reporters...

Good afternoon. Happy Easter to everyone.
I honestly have no clue what I'm doing. I've got a few "first times" happening here. It's my first time on this forum. My first time ever on any forum, really. I'm not new to computers, but I am new to being on one of these. The reason I'm writing here is because, for the first time in my life, I'm dealing with cancer. Like I said, I haven't a clue... and that goes for a lot of things. For instance, I have no idea how you actually write a message on this forum. I managed to register somehow, but finding the way to actually write my message (a Post?), there's just no chance. I checked the FAQ, poked around every button, started cursing (actually, right today on Easter), but nothing. Finally, I tried some weird workaround, it seems to work, but I'm not sure if it's the right way to go about it. And the reason I'm here is that I truly don't know what to do. Here’s the short version: my wife's sister started feeling abdominal pains, constipation, and stuff like that somewhere around New Year's. After two months, they finally forced her to see a doctor, he took one look at her and sent her straight to the hospital. They operated the next day in a local hospital near Houston; they removed 60 cm of her colon, cleaned out the lymph nodes, and whatnot. Why did they do all that? Diagnosis: adenocarcinoma of the ascending colon. When my wife heard her sister had cancer, she was just frozen in place for maybe ten minutes. The histology report says the tumor is 6 cm, hasn't spread to the lymph nodes, but it did break through the muscular wall of the colon into the fatty tissue. After 15 days, my sister-in-law came home from the hospital, went to see her doctor, and then that doctor sent her to the Cancer Institute in the city. And now the drama begins—at least that's how it looks to me. When she first went there, they rushed her in because she looked so poorly, they drew blood, and sent her home telling her to come back in seven days for the results. She showed up exactly when told, waited three hours, and when it was finally her turn, the doctor just told her from the hallway!!!!! She didn't even call her into the office to sit down so she wouldn't pass out when she hears the news—just "come back in seven days, you're starting chemotherapy." But wait... tell me... I don't have time for this, come back next week and we'll see... and POOF—the good fairy in white disappeared. Watch out, people; a woman has cancer, she has a million questions, including the obvious ones like "will I live or die," and she's left standing there in the hallway like a sack of potatoes. Actually, more than a sack of potatoes! Someone would pick up a sack of potatoes, but she was left there like—excuse me—total garbage. Somehow she made it home and went to her doctor, who told her: "Oh, it's fine, just go do the chemo and we'll see what happens later." Seriously, should she take a flamethrower to the office and force them to swallow something? My sister-in-law is, let's say, a simple woman; she lives in a small town, and given how our medical professionals treat people who can actually string a smart sentence together and won't just be pushed around, you can imagine how they treat those who aren't like that. So, that's the situation. My eyes are burning from staring at the internet for the last few days, but, well, I can't exactly treat someone with cancer myself!!!! My sister-in-law is 42, married, and has two adult sons, but as I mentioned, they live in a small town and, you know, they deal more with farming and manual work, if you catch my drift? (I think I'm writing too much for a first post, I need to cut it short). To start with, who should we contact? We need someone who will explain things humanely—if not to her, then at least to my wife—about what is actually going on. Medications, diet, alternative options, what, who, where???? Any advice, ANY ADVICE AT ALL!!! If anyone knows anything, I'm grateful to the grave. I found out there's an association for colon cancer survivors, but Google only showed me a branch in a small town far away. Is it worth reaching out to them??? What should I do(o)?????😕 (There, I even attached an emoticon. Hurray!!! I learned something!!!)
Just a few more words to clarify. My wife lives by the coast, 249 miles far from her sister who is inland, and I work not just in a different city, but on a different continent (the other side of the planet, the East). That's why I don't have a special keyboard and it might be a bit hard for you to read, but you understand me, right?
I've worn you all out, I know, but I have no idea who else to turn to. Thank you all in advance. "Lean on strength."

Brenda Richardson33 said:Yesterday was devastating... today is just as heavy. My dad was rushed to the hospital, and now we’re facing that crushing sentence doctors always seem to drop like a hammer: "Unfortunately, it’s reached the final stage, and you need to prepare for the worst." Honestly, it feels like I'm trapped in some twisted movie. You hear lines like that in Hollywood dramas, not in your actual life. I spend my time scrolling through forums, reading stories from people dealing with situations far more gut-wrenching than mine—especially when I read about parents fighting for their children. It makes me try to tell myself that this is just part of being human, that death is an inevitable part of the journey and everyone carries their own cross. But how? Please, someone, just explain to me *how*? How am I supposed to carry on with life once a person so close to me is gone? How and when does anyone actually make peace with the fact that "this was meant to be"? I can't wrap my head around it. I can't accept that this is reality... that he is actually leaving me... I feel completely powerless. And what kills me most is that I don't even have the strength to stay strong for him. I simply don't have it.😠

Good God, I step away from this forum for a single day and suddenly I'm greeted by a massive wave of terrified newcomers.😢

Dear Brenda Richardson33, that feeling of powerlessness and the refusal to accept that he’s slipping away—it’s an incredibly normal, natural reaction. There isn't anything I or anyone else here can say to you that you don't already know deep down: that this is simply how it works, how people pass, some sooner and some later, in one way or another. It will happen to you just like it happened to me and everyone else here; that realization will eventually mature within you, it will simply occur, and life will settle into that new shape. No matter how heavy this feels right now, you possess far more strength than you realize. It’s only when these kinds of things hit your life that you truly understand that strength is already inside you, surging out exactly when you think you're about to break and you have no idea where it's coming from.
You say you're afraid of what's coming... but what exactly is this "coming"? How can you possibly know? You’re staring so far down the road that you’re missing the ground right beneath your feet, and honestly, you're just manufacturing your own suffering that way. How can anyone claim to know what tomorrow looks like, let alone next week, next month, or two months from now? What you need to do—right here, right now, urgently—is learn to stop peering into the future and start living exclusively in the present. This isn't just the golden rule when you're battling cancer; it's the golden rule for life itself. Don't end up mourning these precious moments later on because you wasted them being paralyzed by fear of things that haven't happened yet. Whatever is going to happen will happen, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to predict it or prepare for it. Just be here. Learn to just roll with whatever life throws your way!
I’ve already laid out my thoughts on all of this in previous posts—these aren't just theories, they are insights forged through my own personal struggle and experience. Besides, plenty of others here have written extensively about it too. Do yourself a favor and actually read. At our core, we are all essentially the same, just as Tin Ujević so beautifully put it. The only real difference lies in our individual realizations and the specific paths we take to find them. This forum gives you a unique opportunity to skip an entire lifetime of searching and suffering; you can bypass the agony of finding these truths the hard way by simply learning from the experiences of those who have already been through the fire.
And look, we all know how it works—everyone in this world starts dying just a little bit more every single day from the moment they're born. It’s an inevitable process, and honestly, everyone has a right to that progression. You have to suppress that selfish urge to try and cling to them... sometimes life simply becomes too much of a burden for them to carry.

I really hope you’re a person of faith, because that's where you'll find the answers to so many of life's big questions. Just ask and listen closely to your own thoughts—that's how you'll receive guidance from the Lord. It truly is that simple.🙂
I want to wish you a Happy Easter, filled with peace in your heart and for your whole family.

Ethan Garcia said:Right now, I have three family members battling cancer at home. My grandmother (70) is unfortunately in the worst possible shape—she’s completely immobile, in excruciating pain, and in her final stages. Back in January 2004, she ended up in the ER because of blood in her urine, and they found a kidney tumor. She went through surgery, but three months later, they discovered metastases in her lungs. Her doctor didn't recommend any specific therapy at the time, and she actually recovered beautifully; every CT scan showed the metastases were stable and hadn't grown. We had two and a half years of quality life, summer vacations, and just living normally. Then, last September, things took a sudden turn for the worse—the cancer spread to her bones and her spine. She spent months in critical condition, and three weeks ago, she was confined to bed. Now she's immobile, in terrible agony, and we all know the end is near.

My grandfather (78) has been dealing with melanoma for several years now. It keeps popping up in different spots—his nose, forehead, upper arm, knee—and there's simply no cure. His condition is worsening, though it isn't quite as dire as my grandmother's yet.

To make matters even worse, their only daughter—my mother (50)—found out last year that she has cervical cancer. She’s gone through radiation, chemo, and surgery. The initial results look okay, but as we all know with these kinds of illnesses, you can never truly be sure. The situation is devastating: my sick mother is busy caring for her own ailing parents, and I’m helping as much as I can, though I honestly don't know where I find the strength. For the past year, my life has turned into a total nightmare—I'm fighting this disease every single day, and every night before I sleep, I'm terrified for my loved ones. You learn a lot from situations like this, but the grief and the disillusionment with life still linger. And the absolute worst part is the fear of what's coming next.

To everyone else living life one test result at a time while waiting for news about their loved ones: I hope you find plenty of courage and manage to hold onto your sanity.
Big respect to the heroes here who have shared their tragedies with us, especially Angela Wright, who started this thread.

Don't let life break your spirit! Life has these incredibly pragmatic and subtle ways of teaching us our most vital lessons. Through suffering, our spirit and mind get refined, and suddenly we realize what actually matters for living—how little you really need to exist and be happy. As hard as it is for me to face losing my mother right when I need her most, the experience I've gained and the strength I've forged through this pain is something I couldn't have obtained any other way. Today, I know nothing in this life will ever break me again (unless, God forbid, something happens to my children), and there won't be any obstacle I can't overcome. I mean, compared to what I'm going through right now, what else is there? Isn't that a gift only a mother can give her child? Look back at your past for a moment and think about what you've realized through this ordeal—what you know today that you didn't yesterday, and how much of a richer, better person you've become.
Are you a believer? If so, can you see Christ through your loved ones? Every time you give them bread, you are giving it to Christ; every time you give them water, you are giving it to Christ... and what else are you doing for them? He asked us before His passing to serve others, to offer love to those close to us as if we were offering it to Him. The Lord will reward you richly, and believe me, your ticket to Paradise was reserved long ago. Like I once told someone else, when your time comes to go, all those people you selflessly sacrifice yourself for—all those people whose suffering you endure—will carry you on their shoulders right to the gates of Heaven!
But until then, there is so much beauty waiting for you in this life! Don't be afraid; your mother is going to be okay. I think she got to the doctor just in time. These days, medical treatments for these things are actually quite incredible.
When it comes to your grandparents, they truly lived to see their golden years. And while it’s heartbreaking to watch them struggle so much in their twilight years before the Lord, in His mercy, finally calls them home, believe me—they’ll depart this world with a smile. They succeeded in raising incredible people like you and your mother. Their lives weren't spent in vain; they left an indelible mark through the way they shaped you and your mom, a legacy that will carry forward when you raise your own children... at the end of the day, that’s the whole point of living... LOVE.😘
I want to wish you a Happy Easter and peace of heart for you and your entire family.

@George Palmer7

Everything you just laid out is honestly eating away at me right now—it’s deeply unsettling and incredibly frustrating😠
We’ve touched on these kinds of struggles before. Just yesterday, I found myself wondering about people living in total isolation while simultaneously thanking God that I'm not stuck in some remote middle-of-nowhere town. As much as we struggle, we have the luxury of navigating this through the internet and books; for folks in isolated areas, it’s an entirely different level of hardship. They’re fighting an uphill battle without any of the resources we take for granted.
It breaks my heart to see things this way. Honestly, when your sister-in-law goes to see Dr. Gurat, the only thing left to do might be to be bold, push back, and—as terrible as it sounds—be prepared to play hardball or even deal with corruption if that's what it takes to get results. It’s a grim thought, but I truly don't know what else there is😢 .
That association isn't a bad idea. If they actually pull their weight, she might find real support through nutritional advice, supplements, antioxidants, psychological help, and various connections. Even if nothing else happens, being able to swap stories with people in the exact same boat provides a massive psychological lifeline.

What you can do is leverage your ability to navigate the web. Use your skills to hunt down treatments, research case studies, and dig up anyone's experience related to her illness. You can find almost anything via Google and pass that intel directly to her. Even right here on our forums, you can find a wealth of firsthand information from people battling this disease using every possible means at their disposal.
You guys are going to need intense teamwork and massive support for her, but above all, you'll need faith in God and His providence.

I hope this helps even just a little bit.😳

Angela Wright said:Don't let life get you down. It has these incredibly pragmatic, subtle ways of teaching us the most vital lessons. Through suffering, our spirit and mind undergo this sort of purification—suddenly, you just realize what actually matters for living a good life, and how little you truly need to be happy. It’s incredibly hard for me right now, losing my mother at a moment when I feel like I need her more than ever—but honestly, the perspective and strength I’ve gained through this pain is something I couldn't have acquired any other way. I know deep down that nothing else will ever break me (God forbid anything happens to my kids), and there won't be any obstacle I can't overcome. I mean, compared to what I'm walking through right now, what else is there? Isn't that a gift only a mother can give her child? Take a look back at your own past for a second. Think about what you've realized through your struggles—what you know today that you didn't yesterday. How much richer and better of a person have you become because of it?
Are you a believer? If you are, can you see Christ through those you hold most dear? Every time you offer them bread, you’re offering it to Him—every time you give them water, it’s for Him too. It makes me wonder, what else are you doing for them? He asked us, just before His passing, to serve others by pouring our love into those closest to us... essentially serving Him through them. The Lord will reward you richly—and trust me, your ticket to Paradise was reserved a long time ago. Like I once told someone else, when your time finally comes to leave this world, all those people you’ve selflessly sacrificed for—the ones you've suffered alongside—will be the very ones carrying you on their shoulders right up to the gates of Heaven.
But there is still so much beauty waiting for you in this life! Don't be afraid—your mom is going to be okay. Honestly, I think she made the right call by seeing a doctor when she did. These days, medical treatments for things like this have come such a long way.
When it comes to your grandparents, they really did make it to their golden years. And while it’s heartbreaking to see them struggling so much in their final days before the Lord, in His mercy, calls them home—believe me, they’ll leave this world happy. They raised such wonderful people like you and your mother. Their lives weren't lived in vain; they left a lasting legacy through the way they raised you both, a legacy that carries on because you'll pass those same values down to your own children... at the end of the day, that's the whole point of living... LOVE.😘
Happy Easter—wishing you peace of heart, both for yourself and for your family.

Thanks for the reply—wishing you, your mom, the kids, and the rest of your family a very Happy Easter.
Just so I'm clear—it probably wasn't obvious from my previous posts, but I'm a guy, 26 years old. 😎

Regarding the question of whether I’m a believer... I honestly don't know anymore. I used to be. I think I still believe, just not in that strict, rule-following way the Church demands—it's more of a different kind of connection for me. And, if I'm being honest, it's hard to blindly trust in God when you see good people suffering like this.

Still, I can't help but find comfort in the idea that Paradise exists. Or maybe just some kind of eternal dream—like when we sleep—where we get to relive the absolute best moments of our lives over and over. It honestly scares me to think that once we pass, everything just stops. That the body and the brain simply shut down and that’s it. No more... And from a purely scientific standpoint, that's actually the only reality we have.

Alright, I won't dive too deep into the philosophy of death here—let’s stay on track. My real question is this: how do you actually move forward with your life when you're constantly dealing with the suffering of loved ones who are sick? How are you supposed to just enjoy an afternoon coffee with a friend, daydream about being at the beach, sip a cocktail, or take the dog for a walk? Those simple, everyday moments just... vanished. I have zero motivation to go out, to talk, or even to focus on work. How do you deal with the reality of being constantly surrounded by illness—knowing that even if you physically walk away, those thoughts are always right there following you?

My dear forum members, my little followers,😉
From the bottom of my heart, I truly wish you all a happy and blessed Easter. May God fill your lives and hearts with peace and hope for the new life that is unfolding. To wrap this up, I’ll leave you with a quote from the late zazie, which has become my personal life motto and a massive source of comfort.
Thank you, zazie; I hope you're finding happiness wherever you are now.😘

In the beginning, I used to spiral much more often. Back when the diagnosis first hit, every single checkup felt like a literal matter of life or death. Honestly, it makes sense—I had been healthy as an ox until I was 37, and then suddenly, lung cancer hits you square in the face. I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea that you could actually be alive and sick at the same time. In my mind, being sick was synonymous with dying.
Then, right before one of my appointments, I was sitting outside enjoying the warm spring air, sipping coffee with my stepmother. She’s a sharp woman, and she looked at me and said, "Listen, don't lose your cool if the results aren't perfect. It doesn't mean everything is falling apart. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they aren't—it's completely normal for things to fluctuate." That was the moment it finally clicked for me. I started looking at my cancer as a chronic condition that I simply had to learn how to live with.
Some days are better than others. There are moments where someone can just point a finger at me and I’ll burst into tears, thinking about how my "to-do" list of things I still want to experience is turning into a list of things I'll never get around to. I feel frustrated with myself, I fear death... And yet, I'm living on my own, I'm walking on my own two feet, and I'm handling my business. It isn't really fair to complain... there are people out there facing much worse.

One more thing... truth be told, I’ve started avoiding people who just don't get what it's like to be constantly surrounded by cancer patients. Most of my friends—bless them—just don't understand, and honestly, it’s exhausting dealing with that lack of empathy.
Being able to exchange a few words with someone in a similar boat means everything. It’s such a huge relief, and that’s exactly what pushed me to make this post here.

Ethan Garcia said:Thanks for the reply. I want to wish a Happy Easter to you, your mom, the kids, and the rest of your family.
Just as a heads-up, I guess you couldn't tell from my post—I'm a guy, 26 years old. 😎

Regarding whether I'm a believer... I don't know anymore. I was. I think I still believe, just not in that rigid way the Church demands; it's more of a different kind of faith. And honestly, it’s hard to blindly trust in a God who allows good people to suffer like this.

Still, the thought of Paradise provides some comfort. Or maybe just some eternal dream, like when we sleep, where we can relive the best moments of our lives... The idea that everything just ends after death scares me. That the body and brain just shut down and that's it. No more... And scientifically speaking, that's actually the only reality.

But anyway, I won't dive into the philosophy of death... getting off track here. My question is—how do you carry on with your life and distance yourself from the suffering we go through when our loved ones are sick? How do you actually enjoy an afternoon coffee with a friend, daydream about being at the beach, grab a cocktail, or take the dog for a walk? Those simple, everyday things have just vanished. I have no desire to go out, to talk, to work... How do you deal with the fact that you are constantly surrounded by illness and you simply cannot escape it? (Physically you can, but the thoughts always follow you)...

Life IS suffering. How can good people suffer so much? Look, even God suffered (the cross is just a symbol of His pain; His true suffering runs much deeper), and He was completely without sin.
Suffering isn't "evil." You can absolutely find happiness through suffering. A mother goes through pain during childbirth, but from that pain, a child is born—the greatest joy in this world.
Don't fall into the trap of thinking you don't have the right to live your life, or to have those coffees with friends, just because others are hurting. The whole world is filled with suffering, yet people live! God wants you to live life to the fullest every single day, as if it were your last.
I once wrote about how I realized that God—or Life, or Space, that higher energy controlling the chaos—is very pragmatic when He wants to teach us something or restore balance. Don't forget, if you believe in Paradise, that faith includes the fact that we are only here temporarily to prepare ourselves through these earthly experiences for what comes next.
I know exactly how you feel; I was in that exact same spot. But let things mature within you; let yourself realize what He is trying to tell you. Maybe all of this is happening precisely because God wants to say something to *you* (that's that pragmatism I mentioned before; for me, it feels divine).
Accept this suffering. It will make things easier, and eventually, everything will click into place, both in your mind and in your life.
Please, take everything I've written as the fruit of someone who has truly lived through deep life experiences. Seriously, I'm not just talking nonsense. It might sound crazy to you right now, but one day you will surely reach the same conclusion yourself. Believe me, once you do, you will become incredibly peaceful and fulfilled—just let it ripen inside you.

Of course you're avoiding people who don't understand you; you've already started changing through this experience. Don't blame them for their ignorance. Instead, be glad that you have the chance to gain these vital life insights that you can eventually share with them. MANY WILL LOOK AT YOU STRANGELY, BUT MANY WILL BE INFINITELY GRATEFUL.

p.s. Sorry, I realized you're a man. I was just replying to everyone in order and mixed up the gender while typing.

That’s me. Angela Wright, thanks for the reply. Honestly, is this lady some kind of maniac or a saint or what? Does she just sit there answering people's questions during Easter or in the middle of the night???? If only I could find a doctor who was even 20% like that!!!!
I have one specific question, and I noticed someone else on this forum already brought it up. There are probably more posts about it, but I honestly can't figure out how to find them. Plus, I was rambling around the internet again and stumbled upon information that is almost diametrically opposed. Noni???? Seriously, so many people claim it’s good for everything, but then others say it's a total no-go for colon cancer!!! My mom is drinking it and generally, it seems to be doing her good, but she’s 70 and about 70% healthy. Does anyone have any actual experience with this??? I saw that this girl (please don't kill me, I don't know her name right now, sorry, sorry, let me look it up and memorize it) wrote that she gave her grandfather Propolis instead and he felt better from that. I have absolutely no clue about any of this. So, what am I supposed to do with this Noni???

Hey there, my girls Ivanna and Catherine—I’m not sure if you’ve tried reaching out to the media yet using a strategy that avoids coming off like some sensationalist headline grabber.
From my own experience, I know exactly how that kind of communication usually plays out, and unfortunately, it's not great.
They just straight-up ignore you.👎
Obviously, if you decide to go the sensationalist route, I wouldn't recommend it; people will just swarm you like crazy.😠
Catherine, I hate to be the one to say this, but you really have to face the fact that—as harsh as it sounds—we aren't all "equal" in this world, and that's just our reality. Why? Well, I could write a whole book on that, but basically, even though waiting a month for radiation feels like an eternity to you, I can tell you for sure there's no room for cutting corners here.😉.

When it comes to Noni, there are so many conflicting opinions out there that it's honestly hard to play it smart. Dealing with Noni is actually a massive business involving huge amounts of money (a bottle is sold somewhere in the world every single minute), so even some "sketchy characters" have jumped into the industry. Once you start looking in local pharmacies, you'll find at least ten different brands of Noni, and every single one of them swears they are the "original."
@George Palmer If your mom feels good taking Noni, there's absolutely no reason for her to stop. My advice, though, is to try really hard to track down the "original" Noni, even if finding it is pretty tough these days.

BTW-Još, a quick shoutout to anyone interested in helping out with the website—you can reach out to either slyseal28 or me.
Please make sure your applications include all your contact info; honestly, I won't even look at messages from people saying "I want to help" without providing actual details.
Thanks in advance!

Charles Edwards8, thanks for the suggestion. I’ve been hanging out on the forum all morning, and hey!!! I finally figured out how to use the search function and stumbled upon a sub-thread about Noni. But, my friends!!!!!!!! Has anyone actually read that topic!!!!!!!!!! It is absolutely unbelievable. I don't think it's even allowed to mention this, and I won't, but I have to say that there were some shady characters in there who—if you use any common sense—are clearly 100% liars. They were openly advertising their own companies and products—which I read somewhere is strictly forbidden—and they spent pages just drooling over them incessantly. I just got here, and I'm already being rude. My apologies, I won't dwell on it; that's not what this thread is about. What I will say regarding that topic is that they’ve created a total mess, which only adds to the confusion in an amateur mind (in my case, specifically). Because of that, I’d still like to ask the same thing: what are your experiences with Noni when it comes to colon cancer? Is it safe for a 42-year-old to try both Noni and Native Propolis together????? I'm almost certain the answer is no, but please help me out.

Ethan Garcia said:Regarding whether I'm a believer... I honestly don't know anymore.

I've asked myself that question so many times—
just way too many times.

Because... if He is up there... then why Her? Why my dearest one... why my baby, my love, my everything?
Why Her? Is He punishing us? And if so, for what? We spend our whole lives giving and helping everyone—friends and strangers alike—so why just her?

And then... my old man used to say... He doesn't take... He receives!
He isn't snatching things away... He’s just opening the doors.

The Lord is good...
(but I still don't understand, and I just want my child back...)

Brenda Richardson33 said:Yesterday was just so heartbreaking... and today feels the exact same way. My dad was taken to the hospital, and he received that dreaded sentence doctors always seem to give: "Unfortunately, this is the final stage, and you need to prepare for the worst..." It honestly feels like a movie—those are lines you hear in cinema, not in real life. I browse through forums and see people dealing with situations far worse than mine, especially when reading about their children's illnesses... and I try to tell myself that we all face mortality and carry our own crosses in this life. But how? Please, can someone explain how? How do you carry on without someone so close? HOW AND WHEN DOES SOMEONE MAKE PEACE WITH THE FACT THAT IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY? I just can't accept that this is actually happening... that he is leaving... I feel helpless... and it kills me that I don't even have the strength to do it for him... but I just don't have it....😠

Brenda......
I've shared my thoughts on this here before.
Hope is a strange thing—it can be both a blessing and a curse.
When they were taking my Dearest to the hospital for the last time, after she had clinically passed... I was absolutely CERTAIN she would come back home.

You can't just accept it overnight, honey.
I still haven't.
Easter without my Dearest is, quite frankly, hell.

Don't be too hard on yourself... allow yourself to feel the sadness, the anger, and the fury.
Try, though, not to weep in front of him... believe me, he would cry too if he could.
Try to coax out even the smallest smile.
Whisper something warm to him.
Steal a kiss... I say steal because my Dearest was in so much pain toward the end; she was sensitive to even the slightest touch, so whenever I turned her or lifted her, I’d just kiss her shoulder, her head, or her foot... just something.

You eventually learn that there are no guarantees in life and that some things are simply beyond our control.
Cherish the love... that is truly the only thing that stays with you and remains with him forever.

I feel so proud and blessed to have been the mother of such a beautiful soul—someone who touched so many lives with her grace and charisma.

And you... let yourself be overwhelmed by pride, and remember those wonderful days you spent with your dad.

And... one more thing... I hope this doesn't sound too blunt, but... I wish so deeply that I had been the one to go before my Dearest did... it feels like the natural order.
(If such an order even exists anymore.)

It is better when children are the ones laying their parents to rest.

Wishing you strength and faith.😘

Charles Edwards8 said:My dear girls, Ivanna and Catherine, I'm not sure if you've tried reaching out to the media yet without getting sucked into some sensationalist trap.
From my own experience, I know exactly how that kind of communication ends up, unfortunately.
They just flat-out ignore you.👎

We haven't done anything yet😳. These holidays have slowed things down a bit. I’ve been chewing on what you said, and I think the smartest move would be to find a journalist—someone real—to sit down with, lay out the whole problem, and see what they can actually do to get the ball rolling.

George Palmer7 said:Charles Edwards8, thanks for the suggestion. I've been hanging out on this forum all morning, and man, let me tell you—I finally figured out how to use the search function and stumbled upon a thread about Noni. But seriously, people!!!!!!!! Has anyone actually read that topic? It’s unbelievable. I don't think I'm even allowed to mention names, so I won't, but I have to say there are some shady characters in there. You can easily deduce they're 100% liars just by how openly they're hawking their own companies and products—which, from what I've read, is strictly against the rules here. They spent pages drooling all over themselves. I just got here and I'm already being rude. My apologies, I won't dwell on it; that's not what this thread is for. The point is, they've created a massive mess, just adding more confusion to a layman's head (mine, in this case). So, I'm still asking the same thing: what are your experiences with Noni regarding colon cancer? Is it safe for a 42-year-old to try both Noni and Native Propolis together? I'm almost certain the answer is no, but please, help me out.

My mom takes Native Propolis and Noni parallel. Regarding Noni, I honestly doubt it could do much harm, though I'm not sure how much good it does either. Apparently, it's a powerhouse antioxidant, supposedly 700 times stronger than pineapple. If you decide to go with Noni, make sure you get the original Tahitian Noni, which you can only get through specific distributors. With Noni, it's crucial that it isn't grown in volcanic soil (like Hawaii), because then it might contain compounds that aren't great for you. The lady I buy my Noni from is a biochemist who ran some analyses on it; she says it's all healthy, and well... I don't know, my mom takes it and she's doing okay. One thing is vital: you need to chew it up in your mouth before swallowing, because those healthy components activate when they hit your saliva.

As for Native Propolis, I'd bet anything it's excellent. My mom started taking it a week before she began radiation and chemotherapy—we're talking heavy doses of 3x5 capsules a day. Honestly, she had absolutely no side effects other than hair loss during the chemo and radiation. No one at the hospital could believe how someone without a gallbladder (meaning her liver was under huge stress) could handle such high doses of Temodal so well, maintaining perfectly normal blood counts without a single outlier. I highly recommend it.
Go to www.hedera.hr and read some testimonials.
Propolis isn't a magic cure that fixes everything; it's something that supports the treatment process!

I'm neither a fanatic nor a saint; I just live by the fact that some people have it much harder than I do, and it fulfills me to be able to help even just a little. I think that's just basic human decency.🙂