Germany Day 1 (Diagnosis)

imageMilan to Frankfurt.  Bumpy airplane ride.  Little Lufthansa plane.  Mary ordered a German beer.  It was HUGE!  Unfortunately, we weren’t sitting next to each other.  The plane was full.

Somehow, I knew I was going to have a problem at the car rental place.
They wanted $600 more dollars for the insurance and wouldn’t take the insurance I bought at home.  Paid it and took off in my Mercedes Benz. 160 km/hr. We got to Baden-Baden pretty fast. It drives well. It was a bit rainy and cold outside.


Day 1  Diagnostic Tests

Today it’s cloudy.
Came to the Cell Vital Clinic for diagnostic  testing. Blood work, saliva, urine, photograph of eyes, prints of my hands, feet, nose, and forehead and a new test from Switzerland called Global –???—-. Dr Mariann put two gel pads on my ankles.  It sends signals to the rest of my body and took about 8 minutes. From that the computer checks oxidative stress levels in the body and indicates what areas need detoxification.

My hypothalamus was red (stress or perhaps the allergies I’m encountering here).  My neck, 3 areas in my back and my intestines and colon were orange (plus 6 of my teeth, lower fangs, and 4 molars). It was neat because it was a a 3 D shape of a body and the colon and intestines were all lite up. Guess that means I’ll be having colon hydrotherapy while I’m here. Was told I need to stay away from wheat, pork and needed to exercise.

Today I see Dr Sommer. His daughter is starting to work over here. She’s going to become a Naturopathic Dr like her father after she finishes school.  Dr Buki  Buki and his wife Simone are going to retire in June.  I’m sad about that.  He is the best at getting my veins to cooperate.  They both are currently on vacation in Indonesia, diving.

I love our apartment but we have to scale a mountain to get there.  And I’m not kidding either.  It’s on the side of a mountain near a castle (that’s where I parked the car…I hope it’s still there when I return).  I don’t know who is going to have a heart attack first, me or Mary.   We are quite the pair huffing and puffing!

Once we get to our building, we have to climb 4 flights of stairs ’cause our room is in the attic, of course. I don’t know too many people who could survive this climb, but the place is worth it if you get there.  It’s a historical building and its got a big old door in the front.

Inside the beams of the roof are everywhere which adds charm to the place … except when you forget they are there and walk into them. That’s what I did at the entrance to our place.  Not a lot of room to manoeuvre.  I keep smashing my head into the other beams of this apartment especially in my bedroom.

Went to eat at The Lanterne as the pickings were slim as to what was opened.

I start treatment tomorrow.

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Milan Tour

We took a full day tour of Milan with a guide named Donnatella because we only had one day to see it all.  We were out a good 12 hours and our feet were killing us right after.

Here’s  what we did and saw:

Rode an old trolley car

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Saw Leonardo

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and his beautiful Square and buildings which is now a shopping mall.
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Then there is a cool Unicorn on the floor of Leonardo’s building. Take three turns on the shoe of the unicorn with the heel of your shoe for good luck.

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The incredible Duomo

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By the way, we learned of a rich family named the Baromeos who helped finance this church.  Thought you’d like that one Maria since that is your last name! Decendent perhaps?

More gelato

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Leonardos and Sartinis Last Supper (I would have loved to talk more about it, but I’m soooo tired, I can’t stay up any longer!)  Sorry.

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Beautiful Medieval Churches with gorgeous frescos (paintings on plaster).

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Contemporary Art shops with pics of the Queen with a nose ring and Van Gogh doing a selfie.

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The Giant Finger, strategically placed in front of the Italian Stock exchange, but is meant to signify “Love”.

Little garden
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Back at the apartment we had an appetizer (bread, cheese, salamis) with our host. One minute he was fine and talking to us the next he was disappearing and making himself a steak. I think he was manic depressive. He was getting over a two year relationship with a girlfriend.
Bumpy plane ride to Frankfurt…Mary had a German beer on the plane.  It was HUGE. I had a red wine. We aren’t sitting together unfortunately. My ears need to pop. Ouch!

Going to get our car soon!

Day 8 Florence to Milan

image Thank heavens we are out of this apartment today. I’m allergic to something in here…and so is Mary. I think it’s mould. Tonight should be interesting…we are sharing part of a house.

  1. imageDid a bit of shopping at Ponte Vecchio (first bridge) and bought Frick some Pandora charms of Italy. Bought Bobo some postcards of Firenze and 2 Christmas ornaments.

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Writing my blog on the Frecciarossa train. Mary got us Business class tickets. The seats are leather and super comfortable. The waiter popped open a bottle of champagne for us. We are going about 300 miles per hour on this train. So FAST!!! Love it.

Arrived in Milan and met our host Rodolpho. I think he’s weird. Mary & I didn’t realize AirB&B meant we were sharing a place (until it was to late to do anything about it).  I think he was suppose to provide us with breakfast.

I almost died when we got there and all I could smell was cigarette smoke. That isn’t going to help my lung situation. Seriously thought we should leave and try to find a hotel, but there is a furniture design convention in town and I knew the pickings would be slim and terribly expensive. We were stuck and would have to make the best of it. We had a full day tour the next day and would t be in the apartment long anyway. At least our room didn’t smell.

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We went to an interesting part of town near canals. It was a lively place with lots of young people and outdoor cafes. For $10 euros we got a drink and buffet. Should have taken a pic. But I didn’t. Sorry. Lots of appetizers, salad, pasta and more. We thought that was a great deal until we got the shitters shortly thereafter. Crap! Mary was first. Then me. Had to find a place fast and get a coffee so we could go to the bathroom!

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Found this handsome Italian dude….

 

 

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I found a lovely, tres moderne lady on a slim canvas which I bought. There were some art shops around which we meanders though.

 

imageOne guy’s stuff was amazing….so realistic. He told me he studied the masters in school. It was pretty funny when I starting talking in Italian. The men always wanting me to keep talking to them because they were trying desperately to figure out where I was from. I think I amused them. Bru told me that while I was in Italy, my pronunciation was something akin to a peasant. Well, they loved it. Most of the people I met in Firenze and Milano were Calabreze which is where my parents are from. It was great. I felt at home. Whenever someone was firing something in Italian to her she would say, hang on a minute. Come find me and then I became translator.  Was fun.

 

Day 5: Did Know Mary is Cursed?

This morning we had a hard time getting to our tour.  Called for a taxi… No connection.  Scrambled down the street to find a taxi.  Found one.

However, we missed our tour because our voucher said to be there at 9:30 and it actually left at 8:45.  Nice.  So we were running down the cobblestone roads to the Academia museum for 10:o0 to rejoin our group.

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We saw  Michaelangelos “David” and many beautiful sculptures because this was where students studied sculpting.


Beautiful marble churches that were green and white marble.

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Street artists.

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The mountain Leonardo used to fly his first plane.

 

imageThe apartment where Michelangelo lived with his father and brothers in Venice.

His mother died when he was six. It’s believed that his renditions of Mother Mary was what he remembered his own mother looked like?

All our guides told us he was not a very nice man. He also didn’t have 4 students under him painting his stuff for him like Raphaelle. All Michelangelos paintings were hand-painted solely by him. I’d be cranky too if I was 84 years old and the Pope told me to paint the Sistine chapel. Can you imagine climbing a 4 story scaffold at that age? According to one of my art teachers, Michelangelo was gay and the Pope made it abundantly clear that he would be damned to hell if he didn’t paint his church. (That wasn’t mentioned on the tour). Michelangelo only wanted to do sculptures, not paintings. Doesn’t sound like he was given much of a choice.

Now for some more pics.
Found the most incredible store dedicated to Pinocchio!

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Look, the Mona Lisa on Chemo!

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Pics from inside the Uffizi Gallery.

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And now. A word about Mary’s Curse. I have no more pictures because my iphone went dead. By the way, I’m sure the spelling of any of my Italian words are incorrect. Too bad. I just get by. Those horrible Italian lessons my parents made me go to on Saturday mornings were useless.

Our morning guide told us a great place to go to eat was on the second floor of the marcatto centrale in San Lorenzo Square. We had the best of everything…appetizers (eggplant, sun dried tomatoes, boccachini, buratta, Gorgonzola cheese on crostini, artichokes, octopus salad), tagliatelle with truffles (that cost a fortune but was oh so worth it…absolutely delicious), Tuscany wine, cafe lattes, cannoli and lemoni gelato.

Then we heard a beautiful voice/band across from where we were sitting, so we decided to go listen for a bit. She was so unbelievably good, I’d pay to listen to her sing. I stood watching. Mary disappeared. I heard my name and turned around just in time to see Mary walking towards me, with a waiter right behind her carrying a large round tray with a LARGe glass of beer.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Mary stops dead in her tracks to tell me she found us a table and whips around. Guessing the waiter wasn’t about to stop, I yelled “MARY”, as the glass and platter flies through the air and splatters all over Mary’s coat and floor. Opps .

The waiter starts muttering something in Italian and wipes up the floor. Mary shrugged it off and said, “Oh well”, and sat down. I had to go to the gabinetto and left. When I got back Mary said we needed to go, “Now!” We started to walk away from the place when all of the sudden we hear a CRASH! Another tray landed on the ground with two espresso cups broken on the floor. Same poor waiter, with the same look he gave me when the beer went flying. Mary said, “Quick, let’s get out of here! Don’t turn around.”

Then she tells me she’s cursed when we got outside. Apparently while I was in the washroom, the same waiter went by her with a champagne flute which also went flying through the air and went crashing to the ground. Good grief. Apparently this has happened to her before. I told her the waiter probably thought she gave him the evil eye and now had to find someone to oil his head and get rid of the curse! Gotta show Mary where she buy the Italian Evil Eye warder offer charm when we get to Venice!

We spent a couple of hours later listening to a fabulous guitar player/singer near a lovely Cafe. We had tea and a cafe latte. It was the perfect way to end an evening…next to a warm fire with dotting waiters.

Day 4 from Rome To Florence

We are on our way to Florence today.

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I will miss our little apartment, it’s hot tub, and pretty patio.

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We had a wonderful time in Rome.  It was amazing.

Can’t wait to see what Florence is like.

As of yet, we haven’t been mugged or attacked by gypsies.

We did get ripped off by a Pakistani man at Popolo Square for flowers (which we didn’t want).  They were thrusted in our face.

He was a good talker.  He suckered us out of some euros.

Now Mary and I have a system when we want to buy something.I listen in Italian and tell her what the guy says in English.
She says no. We walk away and then all of the sudden, it’s 1/2 price!

It’s working well for us.

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When we got to Florence we took a cab from the train station.  Mary thinks he ripped us off because it was $7.40 when we arrived at our apt, then it suddenly turned to $12.40.

We meandered around and found a quaint little Italian restaurant.  I asked our waiter (from Nepal) to recommend something.

Needless to say, we ate some wild boar with pasta.  Chunky pieces of meat.  Must tell you that it was pretty good.

Actually tasted delicious with red wine!  Mary’s turning me into a lush!   I never drink wine, and now we are having it with all our meals.  She says we have to try all the pastas, oils and wines of the region we are visiting.

Walked around Florence.  Quite a lovely place.  This is the covered bridge at Ponte Vecchio.

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Day 3 Rome: The Vatican, Sistine Chapel & St Peters Basilica

Today Mary and I went to the Vatican and had a gelato while we waited for our tour.

There was lots to see…tapestries, maps sculptures, Emperor Nero’s giant sized bathtub, well-crafted wooden confessional booths, and there were several bodies of previous Popes.

The guide was boring and then she dumped us at St. Peter’s Church, handed us a pamphlet and told us to go check it out ourselves.  So what did we pay her, our guide, for?

Mary told me she learned more from me than our tour guide.  I told her I was going to set up shop and do my own tours (but I’d probably get kicked out because I know the x-rated version of the Vatican).

At night our host Guiseppe took us for a 2 hour night tour around Rome and we got some cool pics.

When we got back at midnight, I set off the alarm at the apartment because I forgot to turn it off when I entered and pretty much woke up the entire neighbourhood!  Opps!  Damn tourists!

Rome: La Vita e Bella!

This place is something else!  So much to see!

Borghese Gardens
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The wine and food is incredible and so is the GELATO!  I love the gelato and am thrilled that I can eat the cheese and ice cream here without having my crazy cough!  Awesome!

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Here are some pics:

….giving my new friend, a horse, some water.

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Slaying some gladiators!

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By the way, don’t stand too close to one of them, they smell pretty bad and want a kiss!

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imageThe Trevi Fountain!  Very crowded, even in April.

Tossing a coin in the fountain… Which means you will return to Rome again!

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I think this is the tomb of the Unknown soldier.

 

 

 

The people here are very helpful and one guy went out of his way to make sure we got on the right bus/tram.  However, we had a hard time finding the street our apartment was on because there are no F’in signs on the streets!

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This is a pic of our side garden.

 

imageWhen we finally got home, our feet were hurting so much we jumped into our very own hot tub (with candles, of course) and had a glass of persecco.

 

Life is so good in Rome!

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Sending you our love and a bottle of wine!

Day Uno in Rome!

Mary and I got off to a great start.  We did selfies on the plane and I laughed so much I was crying.

We got to Rome at 2:00 in the morning, got a driver to take us to our apartment and had a lovely meal at an Italian bakery nearby!  Lasagna, zucchini pizza, an artichoke, dolce, Good grief…. the food is to die for!

Guissepes mother (guy whose apartment we rented) drove us to the colosseum. Really nice people.  This area is Toronto’s equivalent of Yorkville.

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We took a tour that included the underground areas where the wild animals and gladiators were kept.  They’d pop them up from their cages below via a trap door.  The gladiators were like sports wrestlers of today.  It was just a 1 1/2 show  for put on by trained professionals.  Or they’d pop up a prisoner of war to see a wild animal have fun with them.  The animal was not fed or given water for two days and was very angry when let loose.

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One of the most fascinating spots I found was this room with a trench in it.  It was where 80,000 people would go to pee when they were at an event.  They’d do their business in the hole with a seat, and then get a sponge on a stick to wipe their butts!  The guide said it was very clean💩 , but I’m skeptical and am thinking there must have been an awful lot if STDs if this really did take place in Roman Times.

Visitors would dip the sponges in the fresh water in the trench and clean their sponge for the next person to use.  Funny how we had a 3 1/2 hour tour and this was one of the most memorable thing about the colosseum I decided to share with you.

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I’m having a very hard time downloading my pictures to my web site.  It’s so slow it quits on me before the picture is done being uploaded.  The apartment wifi is very weak.  I may have to upload them when we get to Florence on Tuesday.

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Sorry 😂  I have so many wonderful pictures to share with you too.  So disappointed!  Will try again tomorrow night….its 3:45 a.m and I need to get to bed!

 

 

Dr. Phobia

4 moodsI’m convinced I have a mental illness.  I call it Doctor Phobia.  It generally happens when I have to go get results and I’m kept waiting and waiting and waiting a long, long time for an appointment.  I am on time.  I am early actually.  But they (referring to my Dr’s) are NEVER on time.  Not my family Dr, not my Oncologist, and not my Radiation guy.  In fact, you know how they say “Patience is a Virtue”.  I do not have any of that when I have to sit in waiting rooms wasting whatever time I have left on this earth.  Besides, I’ve got a MILLION other things I’d rather be doing rather than sit there.

So todays story goes like this.  I had a radiation appointment at 10:30 on Wednesday.  I was suppose to go to a staff meeting at lunchtime to fill the teachers in on our Spring Concert, which, by the way, I am directing.  When I got to my appointment, I asked the secretary if he was on time because I really needed to go somewhere else at 11:00.  She said there was only one person ahead of me.  I’d probably see him by 10:45.  I went downstairs, had a drink, got myself a sandwich.  Went back and waited.  At 11:00 I asked when I’d see him.  She said there were two people ahead of me.  Wondered about that one since I was told at 10:15 there was only one person ahead of me. Now there were two?   Hmmm.  Pondered what I was going to do.  Should I stay or should I go?  If he tells me I’ve got more cancer I wasn’t going to do anything differently anyway.  I was still going to go to Germany.  

So the new me, decided to ditch the doctor’s office.  I knew Maria O’Kane would have been proud of me.  She used to tell me it was fine to be late and cancel if you didn’t want to go!  She had guts!

I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision, but I had things to do and I really didn’t want to stick around while the meter was running at $4.75 per half hour.  So I asked the secretary to get him to phone or email me the results.  She told me to phone the nurse’s hotline and ask for them.  I did.  Three times.  They said they couldn’t do anything for me…I had to phone for my records.  I emailed my Carepath nurse and asked her to get my results for me, but she’s on vacation. 

Then I started stewing about how was I going to find out.  First I don’t want to know the results.  Then I’m obsessed about getting them.  So I phone his secretary and told her to tell him I was going back to Germany next week and I had to know by Monday what vertebraes had cancer in them so I could point them out to my doctor to get more stem cell injections. 

He just phoned. Apparently I’m fine.  Nothing showed up on the MRI.

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He sounded really, really surprised.  “How are you feeling?” he kept asking me.  “I feel great”, I told him.  I don’t think he could believe it since the last time I saw him I was yellow, my bone marrow was lite up like a Christmas tree on the MRI and my hemoglobin was so bad I needed a transfusion.  But all is good now.  He said, “Okay, how about we do another MRI in 2 months?”  “Sure”, I answered. 

YIPPEEEE!

Italy here I come.  Germany, you too. 

Thanks for all the prayers family and friends. You know who you are!!!

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P.S.  I had my Vitamin C I.V. today.  My Naturopathic doctor could not believe my hemoglobin level went from 78 to 126 so quickly without a blood transfusion.  I think she wants a bottle of the stuff I got from Germany to try it on her patients!

I will try to blog my escapades with my friend/colleague Mary when and if we get wi-fi as we are travelling across Italy.  I can’t wait.  Ciao for now!

Rent-A-Nightmare: What Happens When Your GPS Isn’t Working

Monday October 19

I’m having a shitty day.
I rented a car so I could go to the Hallwang Clinic to learn more about their immunotherapy, GcMAF, and dendritic cell vaccines. I was suppose to go on Sunday when I arrived, but my plane was delayed several hours in Toronto, and I didn’t make it to my appointment.
This clinic is in the middle of no where and even if I go by train, I will still have to take a taxi. So I figured I have the car from the week- end, I will extend it one day and go Monday.

I left at 10:30. My appt was at 2:00. Entered the destination on the GPS.  Go.  Not.
Well it guided me to a mountain with barely any room for one car on the road, never mind two. I climbed for several kms until I reached a fork in the road. And the bloody GPS wasn’t saying which way to go. That’s when I decided to go back. Took me a while to get to a gas station where a kind woman tried to help me reconfigure the GPS, which took me back to the same spot. By some miracle, an old man happened to be biking by this desolate area at the fork on the road.  I asked him for help. He told me I could not go to Freudenstadt because the road was closed. Good thing I didn’t go.

Ask me how much fun it is to make a 3 point turn off the side of a cliff (twice). Nerves are shot. Going to be late. Tried to find another way of getting there and then plum gave up in sheer exhaustion. Some things are not meant to be.

Took the car back to the hotel where I begged for assistance. Asked if I could return the car 1 day early because it was no good to me without a GPS that was not getting me to where I need to go. The receptionist tried to give me a map, but seriously, how am I going to read a map and drive at the same time in a strange country? And what do I do when I get to the roundabouts?  Argh!

Asked the hotel receptionist when the next train to Dornstetten was. Three minutes ago. Isn’t that a coincidence. My last train to the same place left 3 minutes ago when I was at Frankfurt Airport too.

Turned in the car (after I smacked the door into a pole at the hotel). Oh well, I’m insured.

Rescheduled my appt for Wednesday.  Going by train.  Didn’t get there via plane or automobile.  Let’s see what happens tomorrow!

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