On the 12th August 2011 my life changed forever. I had been to the doctor three times before about experiencing pain in my lower abdomen. He did the usual urine and blood test and announced it was a bladder infection. Weeks of antibiotics later, I was sicker than ever.
That morning I woke with the most excruciating pain I had ever experienced, I could barely walk. Deep inside me, I knew it was something terrible.
My now husband, Brett, took me to another doctor who remarked “yes, I can definitely feel something in there, you need to go for an ultrasound”, which confirmed a ovarian cyst, about 9cm in diameter which had twisted on itself and was “causing chaos in my abdomen” -quoting the radiologist.
The gynaecologist, a sweet young woman, assures me everything will be okay, and I have surgery an hour later to remove the rogue ovary. Waking up from that operation and hearing the news confirmed my biggest fear.
Apparently, while in the process of removing my ovary and cyst, they noticed something wrong with my colon, but closed me up anyway. I really don’t understand what happened here. But after that operation, my colon and bladder had been punctured.
What follows is just too horrible to talk about, but slowly my body was becoming septic…and then, they sent me home. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was a private patient. My gynecologist, bless her, in her good conscience, used her contacts to get a surgeon to operate at another much cheaper hospital, and a day later, I am in the ward waiting.
On the 25th August 2011 I go into surgery for the repair of my bladder and colon, and the temporary fitting of a colostomy bag –I found out later that the doctors were pleasantly surprised to see me alive the next morning….the op was difficult, and they literally had to remove my insides and wash everything out with betadine!
It’s hard to describe how survival instinct kicks in…but it’s there…and you can feel it…when you need it.
I surprised everyone with my quick recovery and the doctors were happy with my progress, just one final CT scan to make sure that I don’t have any remaining infection, and then I can go home. It was the 7th September 2011. Brett had come to fetch me – we were waiting for a doctor to discharge me. I was already dressed when I watched his face and body movements as he walked towards me – I knew then! I was crying, maybe from relief, because I just knew there was something else.
I felt so sorry for the young doctor, he was very cute, and in the days I was there looking awful and puking up green stuff, he would always have a flirty chirp, like “ you don’t look old enough to be a mother with grown children” – that kind of makes your day.
He blurted it out, I could see his eyes turning off, like they must be trained to say this without emotion. He spoke a whole lot of words I didn’t hear, and then it came, and he apologised before he said it too. Quote “ Sorry, you have cancer. You can go home and be with your family for the weekend (it was Friday), but you have to be back Monday. I’m giving you a weekend pass.”
That evening, my daughter Kerry, my son Warren, Brett and myself spend time together talking. Life takes on a new perspective; you’re completely alert, aware of every moment, taking it in all in…taking in the value of the people in your life, and the precious memories you have. Then you realise that’s actually all that counts. The support and love that came flooding in from family and friends was overwhelming. I have never in my life felt so loved and protected. What a blessing!
I go back to hospital on Monday, they monitor me (I had some “mass” in my abdomen) they were worried about, two days later, they discharged me with an appointment to the oncology ward in a few weeks. The diagnosis – Stage 3 Colon Cancer. They had cut out a tumour in my colon, but it was in my nodes, and there was spot on my liver. Only course of action, 6 months of chemotherapy, once a week, for 30 weeks, and we see what happens from there.
Chemo started on 14th October 2011. Some people react okay to chemotherapy, but most feel the terrible side effects as it builds up in your body. I honestly can say that it sucked the life out of me…I could feel it slipping away. I found myself in limbo – trying to survive to the next week, to be strong enough for the chemo and the bouts of nausea and general luckiness that sap your energy and leave you feeling morbidly depressed.
This time was a blur, I could barely work, I spent days and nights on the couch, in a daze, nausea was so bad; friends brought around weed, and I smoked some, it made things so much better , not only could I enjoy food again, I slept better, and generally felt a sense of well being. I told my doctor about it and he said to take in as much as I can. He said he had done some research outside of his work, and believed in its healing properties, but was not in a position to give it to patients, or even to recommend it, but he was taking a chance with me because he could see I would get to the truth sooner or later.
Half way through my chemo (3rd February 2012 -15 weeks in), I go for my halfway ct scan. My spirits are soaring! I’ve been living on a virtually organic vegetarian diet, berry smoothies, brown rice, greens and salad are what I live for, I’ve been taking supplements every day for about 6 months now: Vitamin C, green powder, hemp powder, spirulina, milk thistle and bicarb. I have no red meat or caffeine in my diet! I had every reason to believe I am clear and healthy and then all I had to do was to convince them to reverse my op so that I can get rid of the colostomy bag.
It didn’t work out that way.
In the doctors words, “there are now 4 spots on your liver, one on your kidney and one on your gall bladder, but let’s wait until we see the final report and I meet with the specialists to discuss.” A week later I go back, well apparently, this is damage by the chemo….the spot in my gall bladder is actually a 2.8cm stone caused by the chemo….the “spots” on my liver turn out to be lesions caused by the chemo…and kidney, turned out to be a cyst….again, caused by the chemo. Nothing more to say.
The chemo was causing more harm than good.
That day I made life a changing decision (either way), I told the oncologist I want the chemo to stop and the remainder of my “treatment” to be an opportunity for me to heal myself holistically. She wasn’t happy but gave me an appointment for the 23rd May 2012. Saying they will still follow protocol and treat me even if I don’t take the chemo. I wondered whether she didn’t worry too much because she probably believed I wouldn’t be alive on the 23rd May.
Around that time I met some interesting people on facebook who had a lot to say about cannabis oil curing cancer, I did all the research I could do and could only come up with positive things about the plant. The testimonials of people who have been cured were incredible. I can’t mention names, but I wrote on the wall of one of the groups that are fighting to legalize cannabis, asking if anyone knew where I could get my hands on some cannabis oil. I already knew about the benefits while on chemo.
A few days later the universe hooked me up with just the right person – and within days I was sorted.
Cannabis is very strong and the idea is to build up the daily dose over time. One dose is a drop on your finger about the size of “half a grain of rice”. I took 6 syringes worth, which totalled 18 grams, in 46 days. Most people take about 90 days.
There are loads of sites about this, but the best is Phoenix Tears, if you are looking for more information on the subject. http://phoenixtears.ca/make-the-medicine
I started my new treatment on the day I walked out the hospital declaring my “independence”. It’s been 21 days today (three whole weeks). It’s been a journey. Mostly hilarious, but some not so funny experiences.
I feel strong, brave, invincible…and I’m so loved…that’s worth staying for, I would say!
It’s the day before my birthday…what a strange lap around the sun it’s been…the past 12 months saw huge relationship lessons, health lessons and perhaps even more important….spiritual lessons. I’m even more interested to see what this solar return will begin. It’s day 39 on the treatment and all is good…even better than good. Last week I had a slight incident with some cayenne pepper and turmeric….good for cancer…but not good for my particular situation in large doses…the whole ordeal had a few implications which were unpleasant to say the least.
My eating (through research and experimentation) has become pretty much become standard:
Morning upon waking:
1 glass of water at room temperature with lemon juice (preferable organic)
Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black grapes
(boiled egg on toast on weekends or oats)
Salad: Avocado, rocket, spinach, celery, cucumber, kale (and variations thereof)
Grilled fish or chicken with brown rice and/ or salad.
8 glasses of water, rooibos (red tea) or chai tea
(and the occasional glass of red or white wine in the evening and/ or dark chocolate)
Organic grass mix 7grms
Organic seaweed mix 2grms
Vitamin C – 5 grms
Milk Thistle 700grms
Dandelion 300 mg
Sodium Bicarbonate – I take teaspoon in warm water every night before bed.
I’m at the hospital to see the oncologist and the surgeons who did my operation to ask for them to schedule my “reversal” Operation. I undergo a whole range of tests and scans and meet later in the afternoon with four doctors present.
I’m not going to go into the politics around the medical profession and their macabre attitude towards anything related to natural healing and prefers to send patients to their “chemo” death. I’m sure it’s all just ignorance down on the ground floor while the pharmaceutical companies cash in on the rising cancer industry.
What I have realised through this experience is only I am responsible for my health and it’s up to me to heal my body…no doctor can do that. And no one knows what’s best for me…but me!
If this story encourages someone in a similar situation to do the same, then my reason for writing this has been achieved! I’ve spent months researching every aspect of cancer and the holistic healing modalities to cure or at least put up a bigger fight, which is better than what chemo can do for you. If this story helps others to make the move, then none of my experience will be for nothing.
Lastly, I have to say that my cancer diagnosis was a true blessing …it facilitated a change within me on every level – emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually…it formed an unbreakable bond of love and support with my husband. I’ve become brave and confident in my own power to heal myself…and this is truly the biggest blessing…and I really want to help inspire others to do the same…
Ps: And the date of my reversal operation booked by the surgeon is 7th September 2012 (exactly a year to the day I was diagnosed – coincidence?)!
My life interrupted….again….
It’s been almost a year since I wrote anything about my cancer diagnosis in September 2011…one could say I was very busy in my efforts to stay alive and help others do the same. It’s been a beautiful, crazy, painful, joyous, incredible and remarkable journey…one I would have repeated happily, given the gifts I received in exchange.
In my earlier story, I took cannabis oil 6 months after my diagnosis…and was doing really well. I was waiting for my final surgery, which would give me my life back completely. I took cannabis throughout this time, with almost no breaks in between.
My story didn’t end with my successful reversal in September 2012, my story began then. After being cleared for cancer and ready for surgery, they opened me up, saw some cancer in my pelvis that didn’t show up on the MRI, and closed me up again. The prognosis given to me a week later was Stage 4; end stage terminal cancer with a very aggressive adeno carcinoma running riot in my pelvis. The recommended treatment given by the “oncology team” was a course of 5 weeks radiation, then surgery to repair the damage, then followed up with another 30 weeks of chemo (that is if I survive the insult to my body) and also I had to bear in mind, I will lose the use of bladder (bladder bag), my woman “parts” and will most likely also lose the use of my legs. Along with that, I stood a 40% chance of survival.
I hate be to a statistic so I turned down further treatment (they made me sign a form saying that I won’t take the treatment) and promptly sent me home with a bottle of morphine and an appointment with Hospice. That was almost a year ago. January I started getting sick… and honestly almost accepted that I was on my way out. I was bleeding, I had pain… I was faking my way through the days for the people I love. But somehow, deep inside me, I didn’t trust that it was the cancer. It didn’t feel like cancer pain, it felt worse! I went back to the hospital in February to a very surprised doctor to find me alive – but gave me this prognosis “It’s the cancer…have you organized with Hospice yet?” – I’ve heard only that from the oncologists at Groote Schuur.
By March/April – I was well on my way to being a morphine addict – I was in pain, I felt like I was dying. A little morphine addiction was going to be the least of my worries. All this time I am faithfully taking cannabis oil and believing it’s helping me…
May, June and July had passed like a blur.. I had fevers every day. Pain, nausea, bleeding and vomiting… I looked the part… I looked like a cancer patient… I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t enjoy anything…I felt like I was dying. My father-in-law came out from the Azores to meet me, in case I never made it out.
While he was here, I was very sick; my urine consisted of chunks of blood – a trip to casualty in Groote Schuur turned out to be useless. As soon as they see you’re a cancer patient – they don’t bother to touch you! In desperation my father-in-law insisted we go to Constantiaberg Medi-clinic, where in just a few short hours I learned that none of my pain was cancer related but actually due to a mistake made by a surgeon in a previous surgery. They had left a hole in my pelvis which turned into a fistula!
I won’t go into the details of what a fistula involves… there’s google for that, but the symptoms are similar to cancer related pain, and the risk of septicemia is very high. I would have died had it not been for the surgeons who operated on me. At last, someone who saw me as a human being, wanted to help me and had faith in my ability to heal myself once he fixed the problem.
The operation was risky, it might have not worked, but it did, and I’m 20 days post op. I’m back on the cannabis oil and feeling fabulous! I have my life back. No more pain, nausea or bleeding… life is beautiful! Everyone and everything is amazing, don’t forget that whilst you get the lost in the nonsense…
This story is written for those who are suffering with cancer, or those who have friends with cancer. It’s about not believing blindly what people tell you about your body. No matter how qualified you think they are, none are more qualified than you. I am alive today because of cannabis oil (and my good diet). There is no doubt about that. My aggressive cancer is gone…the same cancer that was supposed kill me in months. I am alive today because of the oil, and I will spend the rest of my life helping other people to stay alive too.
For the skeptics, Lindsey’s story is not a random coincidence, there is a ton of information about medicinal cannabis oil online and plenty of testimonials. There are also A LOT of studies which demonstrate the cancer curing properties of Cannabis. Here is a list of 34 studies proving cannabis cures cancer. New studies keep coming out all the time, proving the same thing…
http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/803983 (Sign-up required to view study)
The active ingredients in Cannabis are THC Acid and Cannabidiol CBD Acid. One of the major medicinal benefits reported is that Cannabis increases the bodys production of melatonin.
Melatonin is one of the most powerful health promoting hormones in your body. It is an antioxidant 5 times more powerful than Vitamin C. It increases the effectiveness of your lymphocytes. These are killer cells that fight off foreign invaders and mutated cells. And it increases the activity of Superoxide Dismutase (SOD) and Glutathione. These chemicals are antioxidants, detoxifiers, and help repair damaged cells.
Raw cannabis is a leafy green vegetable. It is not psychoactive and it does not get you high unless you heat it. Heating converts THCa into THC and destroys many of the medicinal properties.
In 1985, the FDA approved Marinol and Cesamet, two patented drugs containing synthetic THC, to ease side-effects of chemotherapy in cancer patients. The FDA also allowed Marinol to be prescribed to stimulate the appetites of AIDS patients (aka the munchies). These patents are now expired.
There is also a new pharmaceutical drug derived from cannabis called Sativex. In 2010 it was approved in the UK for treatment of muscle spasms related to MS. British manufacturer GW Pharma is now seeking FDA approval in the U.S to sell Sativex as a treatment for cancer pain. This could happen by 2013.
If you’re interested in learning more, I recommend watching these two short videos and Rick Simpson’s full length documentary about his success helping people cure their cancers with cannabis oil called “Run From The Cure”. You can also visit Rick Simpson’s website, Phoenix Tears, where you can learn how to make the oil yourself.
The first two videos feature Dr. William Courtney talking about his experience treating patients and the medicinal benefits of eating and juicing raw cannabis without getting high. The 3rd video is “Run From The Cure” mentioned above.