How Alpine Roofing Did A Shitty Job On My Roof

The last couple of months since I got back from Germany in December have been trying, to say the least.

I was really sick in January; coughing so bad I couldn’t sleep. The mucus from my congested sinuses always ended up filling up my lungs. My family dr ordered clarithromycin which ended up given me candida. My gut, which already was pretty precarious, became an overgrowth of bad bacteria.

Meanwhile I got very stressed. My younger sister slept over in my room and was sick when she woke up.  Same symptoms as me.  Congestion/sinuses etc. She told me that there was something really bad in my room.

I phoned a home inspector who found mould in my attic. I had readings of 1200 m3 of aspergillosis penicillium in my bedroom (while downstairs and outside, it was only 300).  My other sister is dealthly allergic to the medication penicillin and I’m allergic to ceftin, a cousin of the penicillium family.  Mould is our enemy.

I then had my house insurance advisors inspect the house.  They did a report indicating that the problem in my attic had to do with shoddy workmanship and I would have a good case against the company who did it should I decide to sue. Apparently the idiots at Alpine Roofing neglected to properly ventilate the attic when they did my roof. They improperly installed a vent above my bedroom which was leaking and they also shingled over the vent.

No air was properly circulating in my attic for 12 years. They never changed the wood even though my husband was up there and asked them if it needed to be replaced.  They said it was fine and shingled over the old wood.  The other 4 vents didn’t have much of an opening for the attic to breathe and they didn’t bother checking inside to see what was going on either.  If they had they would have noticed that the soffits were plugged up and there were no holes in the baffles to allow air to flow. In other words, none of the hot/cold air was escaping/circulating allowing the boards under the shingles to rot.


Another thing I learned about improper roofing installation is that when you get your roof done, the size of the spaces between the shingles should be even. As you can see from the photo, there are some larger and smaller gaps between the rows.  As you can see here Alpine Roofing did not take the time to install the shingles correctly. Look at the gaps and how crooked the alignment is.  I wish I knew then what I know now.

I ended up spending the winter at my parents house because every time I went into my house my nose would water and I’d have to wear a mask. And it was no picnic at my parents house. Sometimes they would wake up at 3:30 in the morning, eat breakfast until 4:30 (with the radio on very loudly because my dad is going deaf even though he refuses to believe it and won’t wear a hearing aid). I got out of the house and kept busy when I could but I missed being in my own home. Meanwhile I started to rapidly lose weight.

I was incensed about the whole situation I found myself in. I was so mad at Alpine Roofing my body started becoming very acidic due to the stress and I could barely eat because it was becoming more and more difficult to eat food that I wasn’t allergic to.

I hired a woman named Caroline from Energy Shack (Midland/Progress) to provide me with organic juices and meals. I did a five day juice detox program as I knew I was becoming too toxic. I also did a coffee enema, colon hydrotherapy and ozone sauna when I noticed things coming out the other end that should not have been there. Those things were parasites. So I started a parasite cleanse and discover I had rope worms, tapeworms, intestinal flukes, liver flukes, fasciola buski and more wonderful stuff that I couldn’t identify. I got on various websites and found other people in the same boat as me finding the same horrible things in their stools. Determined to get rid of them I had weekly coffee enemas and colon hydrotherapy. I think I’m infested. The candida I got from the antibiotic made things worse.

I’ve been doing a lot of reading by Dr Hulda Clark who says she has never met a single cancer patient that didn’t have intestinal flukes. Her protocol is called the Humaworm Cleanse although it was not the one I used. I got one from the Vitalife Clinic at the beaches and it’s been pretty successful at removing these unwanted creatures. I’d show you pictures but they’d gross you out. Some of the worms had blood on their heads where they would attach themselves to my intestines. I read about liver flukes from Kaiulani’s Facciani’s cancer blog a long time ago but didn’t want to undergo the process of elimination. I should have. It may have saved my gut from the onslaught of these creatures ruining my digestive system.  From what I read, if you are stressed, have a low immune system that’s toxic (mercury in my fillings that need to be removed), live in a toxic/mouldy environment and have candida overgrowth, you provide the perfect host for parasites.

Meanwhile, I showed pics of my discoveries to my family dr who thought I had C Difficile from the antibiotics and she thought they weren’t worms but my intestines were coming out.  Lovely.  Just what a needed. Sent some stool samples for parasite testing in Canada and what do you know? Nothing. But my dr only tested for 5 things and two of them were salmonella and ecoli. What about testing me for the plethora of fasciola buski I found.  Not testing me for the right stuff for heavens sake. Nothing showed up for C. difficile either. At least I didn’t have that to also worry about.

Meanwhile I stopped taking my daily injections from Germany because I’m pretty sure my husband was injecting it into a nerve because I was having a hard time walking.   I lost so much weight and muscle mass (due to not exercising…I fell down the stairs in January and was taken by ambulance to the hospital).  My left leg was so bad after an injection I literally had to lift it up with my hands to get in and out of the car.  I could barely walk so I stopped taking them.  Could not exercise because it was too painful.

In February/March I tried in vain to find a lawyer to represent me. More stress. Fortunately, my friend Ric connected me to a friend of his who was a lawyer.  He told me that unless this case was worth 1/4 of a million dollars, it wasn’t worth persuing by a lawyer. He explained how it was going to drag out in court and how I’d be paying a fortune in lawyers fees and “expert” testimony. For example I’d have to hire another mould expert with a doctorate because mine wasn’t good enough.  Besides Alpine Roofing has a lot more money to represent themselves than I do.  He told me my best bet was to just replace the roof or go to small claims court and represent myself. I knew I was too sick to go through that mess and it would cause me more stress and grief so I went to the bank and refinanced my mortgage to get the job done.

At this time my blood test results showed I was rapidly depleting calcium from my bones. When you get too stressed, that’s what happens. Your body becomes too acidic and in order to compensate, calcium is released to the bloodstream to alkalinize it. It can also be a bad sign for late stage cancer.

I tried to explain what was going on to my oncologist but it fell on deaf ears. Told him I lost weight because I can’t eat anything cause I’m so allergic to so many foods and I was toxic. He wouldn’t hear of any of it. Including my mouldy roof. He thinks I have cancer all over my lungs, bones, body. Wants me to get a ct scan (equivalent to 500 X-rays and one X-ray is equivalent to a years worth of radiation a typical person gets from the environment, like TV/microwave exposure), which I declined. I told him he could do an ultrasound on my liver, but that was about it. I already knew I had pleural effusion in my lungs so what was the point?  Fortunately I got the results from my ultrasound and  there was no evidence of disease in my liver.  Thank heavens   One thing going right even though my ALP is very high.

Meanswhile my onc has given me two choices. One, capecitabene (the one that burned my hands and feet) or 2,  the chemo IV drug Pacetaxol (cousin of docetaxol which stopped my heart and didn’t work 8 years ago).

My radiation dr is telling me I have cancer throughout all my bones and lesions in my lower back. He told me to call him if I started seeing double and he would get me in right away to zap my brain.

So now I’m on my way to Germany once again to sort out this mess.

Rest In Peace, Julie Deutsch

During the last week-end in April, I had the privilege to go to Philadelphia on a free travel grant from Living Beyond Breast Cancer.


There I met two inspiring women named Julie Deutsch and Kaiulani Facciani.  They were my roommates and so very nice.  (Me on the left, Julia in the middle, and kaiulani on the right)


I was so sad today to find out that Julie just passed away.  She apparently went into a coma during a chemo treatment and never woke up.  I’m in tears thinking about it.   She was a special lady and I was hoping to keep in touch with her and join her at another breast cancer conference next year.  I’m sorry we never had a chance to reconnect.


Praying for her and her family.


Go Figure

Good News.

I just got ALL my test results from my CarePath nurse which I requested and I’m glad I did because I got some new information.

I always ask for a copy of my report/scans when I leave my doctors office. In January, I was given only one page, that my brain wasn’t bleeding.  Just like I thought…my cavernous hemangioma was occupying some land in my right cerebellum.

What I didn’t get (or was told) at that appointment was that that thing in my neck that they wanted to zap (cancerous para-spinal tissue) was GONE!  Just like my German doctor said…It wasn’t cancer .

Remember?  Here they wanted me in a clinical trial to get rid of “the cancer” near C6  (2 high dose treatments that had a 10% chance of breaking my neck).

Go figure.

So what is a poor slop suppose to do if they didn’t have this same service as me where You can request ALL your documents?  How do they know if they were giving all the facts?

Makes you wonder.

P.S.  I still have an interesting tale to tell you, but I’m waiting for the right time to spill the beans.



Oh My Bleeding Brain, Not!

Had a spinal MRI on December 23rd.  So at my appointment on the 28th of December, I was told my cancer in my neck/spine seemed to be stable, but my brain was bleeding.

That made me think…hmmm had that test on December 23rd, if my brain was in fact bleeding, shouldn’t I be dead?  Something is wrong here.

I told my radiation dr that it was probably the hemangioma I had in my brain which was found when I had a stroke.  He felt “better” about that, but he still ordered me an emergency MRI which I had on Monday, 17 days later because he had not seen it on any of my previous scans.

The results?  My brain is not bleeding.  They just noticed my cavernous hemangioma on this prior scan and it hasn’t grown or changed since 2012 when I had my stroke.

Oh, and I don’t have any brain mets either.  Glad to hear that there isn’t anything in my brain but what was always in there in the first place.  However,  I really am not happy I had to have that MRI because the contrast dye they give you goes through the blood-brain barrier and I’m not sure how to get it out!  Who knows what chemicals I’ve got lurking in my bloody brain now?  EEEK!

Thank God they found nothing because I was really concerned they were going to take my drivers license away and I don’t think I could handle that.  I would go nuts.

I was already plotting what I was going to do if I got bad news.  I was going to start a Go Fund Me campaign, get on a plane, and go right back to Germany for a different cancer therapy… probably a month of Curcumin IV (I’m pretty sure that goes through the blood brain barrier).  But I’m stable and don’t have to think about it now.  I’m convinced your prayers helped and you know who you are!

I have decided on thing though.  I don’t ever want to do chemo (taxol) again because I know it will kill me and I don’t think radiation is the answer either as I’ve maxed out.

I am done with that.  The answer is elsewhere.  I can’t do treatment here.  It doesn’t work for me.  Grateful I am doing well.  Big relief.  Sigh.

I don’t see any doctors for 3 months now.  Thank heavens.  I can do without the stress.  No more scanxiety till April.  Hurray!



The Waiting Game

Waiting for the results of my MRI on Monday.  Had to have an “Emergency” MRI because apparently my brain is bleeding.   He is 15 minutes late and there seems to be a lot of people here before me.

A Tale From My Irish Friend, Maria O’Kane

Several years ago I had the pleasure of meeting a very special friend named Maria O’Kane. She told me the funniest tale about a trip she made on the subway and had me, my kids, and her daughter in stitches crying in the car.  She was a great storyteller and her beautiful Irish accent always commanded attention by all.   She was fascinating.

Maria has since passed away from esophageal cancer but she will never be forgotten by her family, relatives and friends.  She was a force to be reckoned with.  The following excerpt is worth a repost, I’d say.

I Never Learn….by Irish Maria

May 21, 2011

Subject: I never learn

(an email sent from my Irish friend Maria)

Here is one for you.  Real life no joke!  I am on the subway just a few days ago and this bald lady in a white cap with head bent rocking back and forth is sitting opposite me, so I put 2 and 2 together and get 7.  In my head I know what no one else understands she is a cancer patient, feeling nauseous and on her way to treatment probably.  She is with another slim Asian lady, her chemotherapy buddy, I suppose.   So, me being me, I stick my big beak in and I say “Excuse me, I am a recovering cancer patient too my dear.  It will get easier.  I had my last treatment two years ago and people don’t believe me when I say I am in recovery.”

To which she replies, very angrily, with almost a screech ” NOT cancer patient, no sick, I follow BUDDA this why I shave head, no need cancer treatment if believe in BUDDA.  Budda crush cancer LIKE PEANUT”, like sooooooohhhhhhhh as she brandishes her fist at me.  Holy shit the ground could have opened up and swallowed me.  I said “Very sorry, I should mind my own business, glad you are not sick”.  I could feel her eyes on my back as I walked away.   I kept thinking for a religious woman, you sure are f*****g angry!  Teach me to reach out and help anytime soon, I’d rather pick every one of my nose hairs out with a tweezers.

God has a bad sense of humour….. loves to humiliate me!

I’m off to bed just thought I’d share that!~  Irish Maria

Appointments Galore


Got a phone call from the hospital requesting my presence for a MRI on my brain on Monday at 12:30.  I won’t know the results until Wednesday when I see my radiation doctor.  Thinking what he said was bleeding in my head is just the hemangioma that has been there since I had the stroke/TIA in 2011.  Some blob in my brain that looks like an octopus with tenticles.  My doctor at the time told me if I couldn’t grab onto things with my hands or found myself walking weird/collapsing to come in to get examined.

Kind of funny I’ve had MRI’s every 3 months for 4 years and they just discovered my brain blob now!

Chest x-ray on Tuesday to check and make sure all my screws in my back are still holding me up!

Will be a lot happier after Wednesdays appointment.  Or maybe not????


Never A F**n Dull Moment

So today I went to see my radiologist all ready to hear the words that my bone marrow was full of cancer (because that’s what usually happens when I come back from having treatment in Germany).

But that wasn’t what he said.  He said everything is stable but your BRAIN IS BLEEDING!

Really?  Seriously?  WTF?

Do you have headaches?  Well, yes, actually I had one this morning.

I’m going to send you to have an urgent brain MRI.  Hopefully you will get one some time next week.  But if you have any more headaches, call me.

Forget that shit.  If I wake up and have another headache I’m going to check myself into Emergency where I will have a scan done right then and there.  And what if I don’t wake up?  Should I be telling my daughter that if I don’t wake up tomorrow, to call for an ambulance.  That will probably freak her out.

My radiation Dr. had me do some tests to see how coordinated I was.  Hey, this reminds me of when I had a stroke”, I told him.  “Let me guess, is the area I’m bleeding in happen to be in the right cerebellum?”  “Yes,” he answered, a bit shocked.  “Well, that’s where I have a hemangioma”, I told him.  “Where did you have that scan done?” he asked.  “Right here”, I told him, “In April 2010”.  He disappeared for a moment and found my scan on the computer and said that made him feel a little bit better.  But then he also asked why wasn’t this picked up before?

I sure don’t have the answer to that.  But here is my question. If my scan was done on December 23rd and it was now December 28, why the heck didn’t anyone phone me and tell me before now?  Honestly if my brain was bleeding all that time, I probably should have been dead by now.  But I’m not dead.  I am very much alive.  And therefore I am not going to panic about it because that serves no purpose.  When this passes, this is going on record as another time there was a mistake.   That will be mistake #6.  But who’s counting?

So is my brain bleeding or is this something that’s been there a while?  Tune in to the saga next week when I go for my MRI.

How I Fried My Face


Oh I did a really stupid thing yesterday.

After Christmas celebrations at my sister and then my brother-in-laws house’s, my daughter Frick decided she wanted to do something about the blackheads on her nose.  I said, “Oh Good, now look on the internet and see if you can find something natural to get rid of them”.  “Okay”, she said and quickly came up with a web-site with 12 different recipes.  I read them.  One treatment recommended making a baking soda paste, but she didn’t want to do that.  I thought the honey and cinnamon essential oil looked good.  I like the smell of cinnamon and wanted to try that.  She decided on just putting lemon juice on her nose for 10 minutes. 

Did I tell you I bought some essential oils for only $3 at the Christmas Markets on my recent travels to Germany.  That foreshadows what is yet to come.  They had a whole bunch of symbols on the bottle of Zimt (cinnamon) which I didn’t recognize, nor could read.

So I made a little concoction with some honey and my new German cinnamon oil and stuck it on my nose.  More drops came out than I expected, but I wasn’t worried.

Within 30 seconds of applying the paste on my face I was running around like a lunatic trying to sedate the GROWing Red, Red, REDNESS on my nose (and half my cheeks).  My face was on FIRE!  

I ran to the kitchen and started putting coconut oil on it to dilute it with carrier oil (that was a little trick I learned when I put peppermint oil on my temples to relieve a headache and my eyes were crying because I put it too close to them). 


The oil helped my burning face a bit.  Then I kept washing my face with really cold water.  I was horrified at how red my face was getting.  I would never be able to leave my home and go out like this.  Was I scarred for life?  What if its permanent?  What have I done?  I need my face?  HELP!

I called my cousin in Australia.  She is my go to person when everyone else in sleeping on this side of the world. 

crazyShe calmed me down while Bobo and Frick went to Shoppers Drug Mart at 11:30 at night, (on Christmas), to find me some aloe moisturizer to calm my frying face down.  They could only find stuff with chemicals in them like dyes, parabens, phthalates, parfums, PEGS, etc, etc and I didn’t want to put that on my face.  So I put some calamine lotion on it which relieved some of the pain.  But then that white stuff was going inside my blackhead pores and it was looking kind of like white holes in a really red face.  Scary.  So I took it off and put on some more coconut oil.

Frick said later that next time we should read the instructions first.  You think?  A budding Einstein, I’ve got here.  She googled one of the words on the cinnamon bottle…  something about sensitive skin.  I need to learn German, really I do.

Here is my bottle of Zimt.


Not sure what the Big X stands for.  Do you?

The other picture below the X looks like a dead fish. 

What is that suppose to mean.  The stuff in this bottle kills the environment?  How ‘bout my face?

The next day….

I’m glad to report that my red face is much better today, with very few visible blackheads.  Thats because the German cinnamon oil burned them to death. 

I would have taken a picture of my flushing face because I knew I would blog about it today, but I was too busy screaming to find my phone. 

I will never look at cinnamon the same again.