Excerpt from my diary on Monday, Feb. 3, 2015 Cancer Treatment in Germany
Went to the treatment clinic this morning at 8:30 where they took my blood, urine and saliva sample, a photo of my eye, and some sort of analysis of my hands and feet (energy levels?). From all of this information gathering, the doctor will tell me what his plan is for me.
I have done some reading about alternative treatment in Germany which includes intravenous vitamin C … this also can be done in canada via naturopathic clinics. Apparently cancer cells have a lot of insulin-like receptors around them that feed off of sugar. Vitamin C looks the same as sugar to them so they absorb too much and self destruct. Vitamin C also carries a lot of oxygen. Cancer cells don’t fare well in oxygenated environments. I think this is one of the therapies I will be given. Other treatment plans involve oxygenating my blood.
After the tests we had a lot of free time and I managed to persuade Bobo to go to the Caracalla spa with me. We spent about 3 1/2 hours in there. The spa is gorgeous…beautiful round pools with jets at various levels at the sides of the pool. I had a massage and fell asleep. There was a wet sauna aromatherapy room which I loved, but Bobo felt it was too hot. There were some lounge chairs where you had your own personal drawstring for 6 minutes of tanning lights. There was also a brine sauna (which smelled like you were in a forest with a bit of vinegar)…that opened up your sinuses, a wellness lounge, 2 or 3 outdoor circular pools with hot tubs in them, a rocky fountain whirlpool with an adjacent cold plunge pool, and a cafe. What else could you possibly want? No wonder the emperor came here all the time…the thermal waters are also for healing. People come from all over the world to visit this place.
There was an upstairs area where you could go outside to two sauna log cabins, a blue “resting room” and a whole bunch of other interesting “wellness areas”, but I couldn’t convince Bobo to go with me because it was strictly a “no clothing” area. He wasn’t going for it. He said the only people he saw who have gone up there are old, fat, perverted men.
We went to the little indoor cafe where Bobo ordered a Vienna sausage with mustard and potatoes salad. I had a coffee, juice, soup and croissant, and we were happy. We went into the shop after our treatment. I saw a towel I thought I should buy the next time I went to the spa because I didn’t bring one with me. As I tried to unfold the towel to take a good look at it, a German lady storekeeper ran after me to prevent me from touching it. That was one angry woman. Won’t be going back there any time soon!