One Minute You’re Pregnant, The Next Minute You’re Not

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So last night I decided to delve back into the results of my blood work from Sunnybrook because some of the tests were time sensitive and needed longer to get the results.  Probably not a good idea.

Really?

Apparently one the tests indicated that I was pregnant.  I thought that was hilarious and decided to go downstairs (with my Ipad/video) to lay the big news to Bobo.  “What are you doing?,”  he asked me covering up my Ipad with his hand.  “Oh, I have some great news!  Are ya ready?  Tell me you are ready.  Remember the blood work I had from Sunnybrook?  Well apparently, I’m pregnant.” 

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Stunned belief is the best I can describe the look he gave me.  “Oh come on,” I told him.  “There is no way.  They messed up again.  What else is new?”  “Do you want me to go to Shoppers and get one of those pregnancy pee tests?” he asked.  “Are you kidding me!  Save yourself the money”, I told him.  “It’s another fuck up.  You should know by now not to trust anything they tell you.”

Me Bad, Never

Oh this is going to be good tomorrow when I go to PMH to get my CT scan and they ask me if there is any chance I could be pregnant.  Yup, here it is on this sheet!

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Did NOT have a good day at PMH.  Went in at 8:00 with Bobo.  The secretary looked at my blood work, took the sheets to the technician, and then told me they would not do the test unless I got clearance from my doctor.

rope:neckWell my doctor wasn’t coming in until Wednesday.  My nurse told me that it must be wrong because I’ve been on ovarian suppression shots all these years.  But the CT Scan secretary wouldn’t hear of it.  Said I had to have PROOF that I wasn’t pregnant.  Was thinking that Bobo’s idea about peeing on a stick was a quick and efficient way of testing it out until she said it had to be Blood Work Proof!  I think I’ve masterminded the art of rolling my eyes by this point. 

Had to go to the Dr On Call to put in a requisition for more blood work.  This is what 1/2 the line looked like while I was there. It was all the way out into the hallway.

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And this is the sign which says how they are improving their services so you don’t have to wait so long in line.  Beautiful.

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When I finally got in, the guy at the lab told me they had to send it across the street to Toronto General because they didn’t do that kind of testing here….2-4 hour wait.  Grrrrr.  And I wasn’t allowed to eat anything either. 

Just after 11:00 my ipad dinged and I had a message from UHN telling me, guess what?  I’m NOT pregnant.  Ohhhh….Big surprise there!  

Took my ipad to the CT secretary who, as soon as she saw me said, “The results aren’t in yet”.   “You wanna make a bet,” I told her, throwing my ipad in her face.  She ran to get my contrast dye drink. 

Train u 2b CrazyNow here’s a helpful hint if you are ever in a situation where you have to have that CT Scan drink that tastes like orange toothpaste.  Tell them you are allergic to it and then they will give you another more expensive one that tastes like weird water.  They both give you diarrhea, but drinking orange chalky toothpaste is not my idea of a good time.  My scan wasn’t until 1:00.  Waiting again. 

They told me to get into a gown.  I told them not on your life, it was freezing in there.  I would take off all the metals on me, including my bra and go in with my track pants/top, but that was the best I could do.  I was not going to get into one of those flimsy gowns today.  Thankfully, he didn’t object.

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When the technician felt my hands to put in the needle he said, “Boy you really are cold”.  Yup.  It was really chilly outside (-16) and inside the hospital too.  The only good thing about this freezing weather is that my cough has improved now that it’s not so damp outside.

Anyhow, got the Ct Scan done.  I got back 3 out of the 4 tests.  The one I really wanted (lung) has not arrived in my inbox.  Sigh.

Here’s what I did learn….

  1. I am not pregnant.
  2. There is nothing new in my abdomen.
  3. There is nothing in my pelvis….maybe an spot on bone L5 but that wasn’t mentioned in my Sunnybrook MRI.

Now I just have to wait for the lung one.  I’m expecting it to say I have pleural effusion because I am still coughing up mucus.  The last time they saw that my oncologist said I would be returning in 3 weeks to get the cancerous fluid drained from my lung.  I told him it was allergies.  I was right…the pleural effusion disappeared.  However, I want to know about the spot(s) they they found on my right lung and fissure line the last time I had a scan.  Hoping they disappeared like the IMPN on my pancreas.  Oh, that would the a miracle I am searching for.  

My family drs office phoned re:  blood transfusion.  Told them I’d phone back later if I was interested and did they know I was pregnant?  And tomorrow I get to get up bright and early to visit my surgeon who put in my metal rods in my back in 2012.  I’m going to bring him a bottle of wine and thank him that I’m not a paraplegic.

Still Alive

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Sometimes I just wished all this would JUST GO AWAY.  

Sigh…..

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U know Ur in Trouble When the Dr Calls!

So early this morning before I even got out of bed, I got a phone call from my family doctor. Oh.., that can’t be good I thought when I heard her voice. It’s not the secretary.

“Ahhh, I got your blood work back and it looks like you need a blood transfusion,” she said. “However, the problem is that every place where you can get this done is closed today and I don’t even think they can do it for you if you went to emergency.”

“It’s my lucky day,” I thought. I’m not going to emerg today. Happy New Years!

“So how low does your hemoglobin have to be when you need a transfusion?”, I asked.

“The low 80’s,” she answered.

“What am I at?, I questioned her.

“78…. I’m surprised you are still walking.” she responded.

“Well I wasn’t walking last week and I turned yellow, but I’m better now.”

“What do you want to do?”, she asked me.

What can I do? I’m going to party? Everything is closed until Monday and that’s when I’m suppose to have a CT Scan. So I’m going to do nothing right now. I don’t really care anyway. I’ll send Germany an email and tell the dr to send me something. This happened to me before.
“Just don’t get cut until then,” she said, “And get into hospital if you start bleeding for any reason”.

“Even a hemorrhoid?”, I asked.

“Even a hemorrhoid”, she answered.
WTF? Now I’m going to be shitting blood too? I don’t think so!  Holy crap!

By the way, did you happen to get the results of my latest MRI?, I asked her.

“No,” she said.

Well, apparently I have extensive metastatic disease throughout my bone marrow again.

She didn’t say much after that. I think my doctors are more worried than I am.

I had a nice burger yesterday hoping to get my hemoglobin up. I’m eating more now, but I now weigh the same amount I did when I was in university. Bobo says I’m getting pretty skinny. My scale says so too.

The conversation in the car went really well on our way to the market.
Who wants to give me some blood?, I asked.

Aughhhhh! No way, cried my brood in the back.
“I will”, said Bobo, my universal O type donor husband.
“Good”, I said. We just need two needles and a tube and we can attach ourselves to one another! True love!

Happy New Year Folks. I need to drink some blood tonight. I’m turning into Dracula’s wife tonight!
Cheers to 2016!

Held Hostage at Sunnybrook Parking Lot

Wednesday, Dec. 30, 2015

I had one hell of a really awful experience today at Sunnybrook Hospital.  I lost it.  Here is my story.

I went to see my radiation doctor today.  I could see he was really concerned about me and told me I was looking a little bit darker and yellower.  I told him that was nothing.  Last week I was really yellow, but I was feeling better now.  He ordered some urgent blood tests and told me he was going to get in touch with my oncologist because there was evidence of metastatic disease in my bone marrow.  I told him that happened the last time I went to Germany and it wasn’t.  He didn’t look convinced and asked me if I wanted to have a chest x-ray done right now because of my coughing and I told him no because it was getting better.  And besides why bother when I was going to have a CT scan next week anyway.   

stressedSo I went and got my urgent blood work done and was anxious to get out of there because I parked my car at the Rip Off Money Sucking Sunnybrook Parking lot because I’ve been having problems walking lately and couldn’t make the trek from a side street.  Bobo was with me and we started putting in the $14.25 fee into the machine.  It ate $5 and wouldn’t acknowledged that I paid.  I pushed the help call button.  No one answered for a while and I started getting ansy.  I pushed the help button about 10 more times until someone answered.  I told the lady the machine ate my $5.  She said she would send someone to help me.  So what happens.  Nobody comes. 

I push the button again.  I told her no one was coming, I had 2 kids at home alone and I wanted to leave.  She said someone was coming.  Well, no one came for over 15 minutes.  I asked a nearby security guard if he could help me.  He said he could not.  I pushed the button again and again and again.  I think by that time the woman was ignoring me so I gave up.  Cancelled my transaction.  The machine gave me $9.25 back.  Still missing my $5.  Took the card and decided to take it up with the parking lot attendant.  Spoke to the valet parking lot attendents.  They told me they couldn’t help me, but to get into my car and drive to the other attendant who should address the situation.  Well, you know what happens when I get to him?  He wouldn’t let me out of the parking lot.

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By then my nerves were shot.  I told him that the machine ate my money, here was the rest of the money ($9.25) and I wanted to go home.  He said I couldn’t leave until he spoke to his supervisor.  Well he was on the phone for a VERY long time and there were a lot of angry people in cars behind me who also wanted to leave.

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Then I lost it.  I told him to give me the phone, I wanted to talk to his supervisor.  At this point I told her that the stupid machine ate my money at the Odette Center and I paid for my parking and if she didn’t get this guy to open the damn gate I was going to ram my car through it.

The parking attendent took back the phone and the driver behind me gets out of his car to find out what the problem was….at which I yelled back that the people here are stupid idiots and the bloody machine ate my money and these people wouldn’t let me out.

So my husband told me to park the car in the lane so no one could get out and we would walk back to the Odette Centre and wait for that special someone to arrive to open up the machine to get my $5 back to prove we paid the $14.25.

So I turned off the car.  But I couldn’t get out of the car because it was too close to the booth.  I thought I was going to loose my mind.

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Then I told the attendant to phone the police.  Call 911, I was being held hostage in Sunnybrook Parking Lot.  I really wished I had my phone at that time because I would have done it.  Then my husband threw another $5 at the attendant to pay for the rest of the $14.25 and then told him that he just stole another $5 from us and he wanted to charge him with theft when the police arrived.

I think that scared him because he opened the gate. 

But I wasn’t going to let that rest.  This had gotten past the point of sanity.  I was LIVID.  I told him I wanted his name and his supervisors name and phone number because I was going to lodge a complaint.   

I phoned her a little while ago.  She agreed that what happened to me was not acceptable and she would phone me tomorrow morning and find out what went wrong.   

I don’t know who owns these stupid parking lots at the hospital, but I, for one, am tired of being gouged $4.75 every half an hour.  It’s not like terminally ill cancer patients have a choice in the matter of where they can park.  We are stuck for hours waiting for doctors appointments and scans while the meter keeps on ticking.  Someone is getting rich on the behalf of ill people.  It is not right.

And why is it okay to keep people hostage in parking lots after they have paid?   If the machines don’t work, hire human beings WITH BRAINS who can THINK when a problem arises or here is an idea…..make PARKING FREE at hospitals.    

Hey, I know.  Get the drug companies to pay for hospital parking.  They are making over $270,000 per patient in 5 years.  Two patients should cover it.

Pompeii

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One of the things on my bucket list was to go to Italy and go to Pompeii which I find fascinating. Fat chance I’m getting there any time soon as having cancer has a point of killing you financially.  I really hope to go there though.  One day.

imageSo Buba bought me and the kids tickets today to go to the Royal Ontario Museum to see their Pompeii Exhibit. It was really neat but difficult to handle because Frack was in charge of pushing my wheelchair around and he is nuts. I barely had time to read the information cards before he would whip me around to see something else. Boys! I tell you. A different breed. He wanted to know what all the plaster casts were about but was too impatient to read about it himself. Lazy bum. So I would speed read the excerpts and tell him a story about it in hopes that he would remember something about what he saw. It was hard work!

Here are the models of how the archeologists painstakingly found the bodies buried under the ash.

  1.  Very hot ash and pumice bury the victim early in the eruption of 79.
  2. The body lies buried underground.
  3. The body slowly decays creating a hollow, still including skeletal remains.
  4. Archeologists fill the hollow with plaster.
  5. The plaster hardens.  The cast of the body is carefully excavated.  The ash is chipped off.

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There was a dog tied to his leash and a family who hid in their wine cellar and ran for it when they thought the coast was clear (briefly of no ash). Unfortunately for all 13 of them from that cellar, they were caught running through their garden and died of a flash of intense heat from the volcano.

Apparently there were approximately 12,000 inhabitants in Pompeii at the time of the eruption, but they only found about 1,550 bodies. There is still 1/3 of Pompeii that needs to be excavated near the shoreline. Wonder if and how many escaped by sea? I imagine running in a metre of ash after a couple of hours after the first mushroom volcanic explosion would have been close to impossible. By the next day Pompeii was buried under 4 metres of ash. As big as my house.  From what I understand wouldn’t most of the people die right away from the initial gas explosion? No oxygen. Wouldn’t they have been cooked from the immense heat? How about being pelted by huge rocks dropping from the sky as they were trying to run to get on a ship by the sea?

Gotta go see the real Pompeii for myself and blog it!
There were lots of beautiful Roman frescos and marble statues/busts to see, but this exhibit is only open in Toronto until Jan 3, so your days are numbered if you want to go.  But buy your tickets online before they are sold out and skip the lines.

I lost my cell phone and it’s dead.  I know  it’s in the house somewhere but I can’t find it. So if you are trying to message me, it ain’t happening. I hope this isn’t like the time I lost my engagement/wedding rings. It took me over 8 years to eventually find them.

My iPhone 6 will be ancient history if I don’t find it in 8 years. Sigh.

When I got to the ROM and requested a wheelchair, all 10 were out. The guy at the coat check told me to leave my number and they would call me when one was available. Ha!  No phone.

Had to go back every once in a while to see if someone returned a wheelchair. Eventually I got one.

I really miss my phone. Where r u?  I miss u so much.  Pls come back.

Another Year Without Christmas Shoes

Well, I survived another Christmas. My husband asks me every year if he needs to run out to buy me Christmas slippers yet. Ha ha. He’s got Christmas Slippers part one and two if you want to watch it. Just don’t ever return them.

Unfortunately I have been sick for about 3-4 weeks. The wet, damp mouldy weather we’ve been having is making me cough up a lung as I’m allergic to mould. Today is the first day it’s actually snowed which I’m hoping is going to help. Either that or I’m going to have to go somewhere hot where there is salt water. I’ve got to find a way to dry up my lungs.

I had a blood test over a week ago and got some really bizarre results. (low wbc and rbc, low hemoglobin, low hemocrit, high LD, high B12 and high ferritin. I’ve been getting cramps in my legs and I cant walk up a flight of stairs without being out of breath and having fast heart beats. The nurse at my Drs office told me to go back and redo the blood tests because my blood coagulated and it probably wasn’t accurate. I asked her to put the requisition into the lab and I would go the next day. I went, the requisition wasn’t there. They called up to the office. The secretary said she didn’t know anything about it and the nurse wasn’t coming in until the afternoon. I left. Got a phone call from the nurse later telling me she forgot to put in the requisition but she would do so now. Too late been there twice. Didn’t feel well enough to go back again. So I don’t know what’s going on with my blood work.

On Christmas Eve I had my family coming over at 4:00. I also had to get my two shots in the stomach by CCAC at 2:40. I figured I had plenty of time to pick up the sushi dinner I ordered at Niji’s and the halibut and chips from Fish Joy. But I was wrong. I spent 2 1/2 hours running from one clinic to another one and back to the first one because they lost my file and none of the nurses could give me the shots. I was so desperate I told them I would shoot them into myself… just tell me how to do it. “I can’t do that,” I was told. I was pissed. Spoke to the supervisor on the phone who told me to return to clinic #1 one because that was the only place that had an experienced nurse who could give me the Zoladex (40 degree angle, 16 gauge large metal needle with a hollowed out inside with a pellet). And you know who the experienced nurse was? The same goof I had in clinic #2 I was trying to avoid because he needed two try’s to get it in me in September. Are you kidding me??? I told him, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that before Princess Margaret Hospital outsources its patients to get these needles, they should train you to do it first. This is ridiculous. I don’t want to be tortured.

My oncologist is going to get an earful when I see him. I never want to deal with this Nursing (?) company ever again. I’m certain that this clinic was the same bunch of idiots who sent a nurse to my house 5 years ago to change my picc line with bloody gloves!

And I now I find out from a friend of mine that they can give you one three month shot of Zoladex. If my oncologist only wants to see me every 3 months, then why can’t his nurse (who knows what she is doing), give it to me? I told him the problems I had been having trying to get this shot. Why didn’t he suggest the 3 month needle instead or something else that the CCAC is equipped to deal with? WTF?

And now to my next problem. Decided I’d better try and get the results of my MRI from Carepath in case I ended up in the hospital. I was feeling pretty rotten. So rotten that I didn’t make it to rehearsal or Christmas Eve service at my church which I have been singing for over 25 years.

The good news is that the tumours I got zapped at T8, T9 are stable (you could have fooled me because I still wake up in pain like someone shot me in the back every morning). There is also evidence of 2 cysts in my neck at C7, C8. But the bigs news of the day is that the technician wrote that there is metastatic cancer throughout my bone marrow OR I have developed something called myleofibrosis….which when I checked on the internet is some sort of blood cancer/leukaemia brought on from too much radiation. In other words, my spinal cord may have been fried and I have some sort of scar tissue which is causing me not to produce enough red and white blood cells.

Now I have been down this road before when I came back from treatment in Germany and I was told I had cancer throughout my bone marrow and I didn’t. I’m not about to have another bone marrow biopsy to prove them wrong again. I will just wait it out.

I’m betting the technician has never seen little piggy stems cells at work and doesn’t know what to call what he is seeing in my bone marrow. My appointment with the radiation guy is at 3:00 on Wednesday. Maybe I’ll get some real answers then.

Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, It’s Off To Emergency We Go

Friday, December 4, 2015

Sunrise PicHaven’t been blogging because I have been insanely busy lately.  All is good.  Coached boys volleyball team.  Went to a workshop at Art For Cancer Foundation and painted this sunrise picture.

WellspringGot a ticket on Tuesday near Sunnybrook (they changed the no parking sign to no stopping which I didn’t notice).  I’m contesting it.  Hoping the judge will be nice and reduce the fine at least.  I went to a free cooking course at Wellspring and didn’t want to pay the $24 parking fee for 2 1/2 hours.  Unfortunately that wasn’t my only problem that day.  The cooking course was pretty much all raw vegetarian and a bit of cheese.  I’m lactose intolerant (makes me cough up phlegm) and my German dr told me my stomach intestines were inflamed and I should only eat cooked veggies.  Boy was he right.   My tummy hurt for a couple of days.  Lost a couple of pounds too.  Because I wasn’t eating much I figured I needed some nutrients so I asked my daughter to make me a veggie juice on Thursday night and then I felt really horrible after that.  Didn’t make it to my cancer support group meeting because I felt so ill.

At 3:45 in the morning, my dear friend who is staying with me thought she was having a heart attack.  She came to the right place.  Pulled out my heart monitor.  Everything was high (systolic, blood pressure, pulse…mentally recorded time and rates).  Gave her as aspirin (remember the time).  Phoned tele-health….was not happy that they have a ten minute recording about getting your stupid health card before you even get a chance to talk to anyone.  Got dressed.  Out the door and into the car with cell phone and ill friend in tow.  Destination…Sunnybrook, Trauma and Heart Attack Central.  I decided to take her there because I was afraid that if I called an ambulance that they would take her to Scarborough General (30 seconds away from my house), a fate worse than death, and I valued her life. 

Why not Scarborough General?   I dunno.  Maybe it’s because of the time I stayed there overnight and they didn’t bother giving me a nurse after surgery.  Maybe it’s because of the time I had heart problems and I arrived at the ER and there was nobody there and I waited 15  minutes for a triage nurse to appear at her post…that’s when I got back into the car and went to Mt Sinai.  Maybe it’s because I had a mammogram there 13 years ago and no one bothered phoning me to tell me there was something suspicious there.  Or maybe it was because the last time I went there ER Doctor told me that the next time I had an emergency, not to come here because they didn’t know what to do with me.   Anyhow, I think you see my point. 

imageDid you know that at 3:55 a.m. in the morning you can go 100 mph on Lawrence and get all but one green light? Meanwhile, my friend was talking to good ole tele-health and answering questions.  I knew, as I was driving, that she hit 5/6 red flags for a heart attack (chest pain, pain in back, shortness of breath, nausea, and sweating).   That nurse was SLOW!  Holy cow.  By the way she essentially told me to shut up and to let the patient answer the questions.

imageBy the time the tele-heath nurse finished evaluating her…..”You need an ambulance”…. she tells us after she has painstakingly punched into the computer all of my friends responses,  I was less than 4 minutes away from Sunnybrook.  So I told her just to send the information to them as we were nearby.   She told me to drive cautiously en route.  Too late for that, chickie!

Now, you would think (after watching ER and Greys anatomy shows on TV) that someone would be greeting us at the ER door, but you would be wrong.  It seems to me that they don’t care as much if you’re having heart attack symptoms than if you are having a stroke (in which case you have a 4 hour timeline to get some injection in you to break up the clot or you could possibly face permanent damage and they could face a law suit).  Two people ahead of us.  Triaged fairly quickly, then registered by 4:10.  Told my friend we were in it for the long haul because they would need to get her blood work done and wait 4-6 hrs later to check the troponin levels to see if in fact she had a heart attack.  She called a replacement for work.  Guess what time she got the blood work done?   7:10.  Just in time for a shift change at 7:30. 

imageWe met an interesting man in the second ER waiting room.  He shared his medical problems with us.   I was amused as he kept asking us for our opinions on his condition (he was having problems with his heart, he drinks and smokes, and his friend wouldn’t let him buy the heart drugs his doctor prescribed him). 

imageI could tell my friend was getting exasperated by him and wanted to thump him in the head, particularly when he started discussing his hemorrhoid problems.  Oh how I wish my husband was with us!  I could just imagine how that conversation would have ended up.  Sometimes you get some interesting entertainment whilst in the waiting room.  My friend emailed me and told me he was missing a few screws upstairs.

Shortly thereafter, he was called for a review with a doctor.  It lasted less than 4 minutes and he was discharged. I don’t think he even got a prescription for his hemorrhoids!  He was told to go see his family doctor.  It was just after 8:30.

My friend got her first set of blood work back.  Normal, thank heavens.  But we still had to wait for the other one (troponin) and they wanted to do a chest X-ray.  By 11:00, my friend was really tired of being there.  I told her, “Don’t worry, they have to get you out of here in 8 hours from the time you arrived or they have to admit you.  Anything more than 8 hours also requires an extra billing to OHIP who requires an explanation as to why you are still there waiting for a diagnosis.   Sure enough, a resident quickly told her at 12:00 that she did not in fact have a heart attack or a pulmonary embolism and she was free to go.  Right on time.  “That’s what my friend told me,” she answered. 

734376_591741964188594_1624691723_nDrove my friend to her worried sister.  She was going to take the bus, a very long 3 hour bus ride and her back was still hurting her so off we went in my car.  I spent the night with them.  We had delicious Thai food for dinner.   It was very nice spending some quality time with the two of them.  Their apartment is so cool.  They have giraffes in their living room with Santa hats on all their heads!  She should be an interior decorator.  I’d hire her! 

Drove home the next morning.  Will try to catch up on sleep tonight.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

sidewalk fall leavesHi.  Not feeling so great.  My wacky cough is back.  I usually get this in the fall because I’m allergic to mold….too many dead leaves on the ground.  I don’t do well when it rains either.  Get headaches and feel like total crap. 

Also was a bad girl because I ate cheese last week.  Not a good idea when you are lactose intolerent.  I don’t fart.  I just cough up a lung. 

Waiting for the snow to come so I can feel better.  Either that or I’m going to have to drive somewhere hot with salt water to dry out my lungs (that’s what my allergist told me years ago). 


Wonder if a sauna would help.  Sigh…..

Wednesday, Dec. 9

Currently hooked up to vitamin C I.V.  Hopefully will start feeling better soon.  Blood pressure was pretty low when I started.  Had my chest/cough checked.  It’s clear, so it’s not bronchitis.  Damn cheese!  Damn mouldy leaves.   My cousin says she loves it when I swear in my blogs!

So, How’s My Treatment Going?

October 21

Saw Dr Sommer and Dr Mariam yesterday. Everything seems to be in working order (liver, lung, kidney, brain, metabolism, blood work). The only thing that’s still out of whack is my intestines and a bit of my lymph node system. So I’m going to drink some sour sop tea when I get home.  He told me that would be a good idea.

I made a bad choice with my lunch order yesterday…Creme of mushroom soup. I didn’t want pumpkin soup again and that was my other choice. I don’t usually drink any milk products, but I thought I’d be okay here. I was gravely mistaken. Didn’t make it to my apartment…all I can say is thank the lord for the Radisson hotel lobby washroom!

Still feeling yucky today. Tummy’s sore. But my back is definitely getting stronger. I’m can now support my weight without being all hunched over. I can walk for longer periods of time without pain too. Things are good in that department.

Yesterday I met an Italian father who was here with his young daughter in her 20’s. He said the Drs in Italy poisoned her with chemo drugs which came from America 4-5 years ago. (I think they had here on some sort of clinical trial). He said she became blind and paralyzed. Because she couldn’t walk, he had to carry her in his arms to the clinic…she was almost dead. The Drs in Italy told her to go home to die. Dr Sommer saved her.  I think she lung cancer.

He also told me of a child that had been coming there for a few years because a vaccine crippled her. Although Dr Sommer was able to fix her physically, she still had brain damage from the vaccine.

Another woman is here with lupus and stomach cancer. She’s been coming here for 4-5 years and says the treatment here has helped her.

I’m on my way to another clinic to discuss other treatment options which are not available at my clinic like dendritic cell vaccine, immunotherapy, and GcMAF. It’s a private clinic with a large price tag attached. We’ll see what comes out of my $300 consultation fee.

 

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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Ludwigsberg Castle and the Pumpkinfest!

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Sunday, October 18 (p.m.)

Wasn’t  allowed to take pics inside, but Ludwigs Residential Palace was quite ornate and well kept.

Went for a 90 min tour.  Baroque style on the old part of the first building and later addition in a Neo- classical style.  Ludwig became King because of Napolean (in exchange for 16,000 soldiers to fight the Ottomans?)… Only 400 came back alive.

Another tidbit of info…during time of famine, the king gave everyone free beer and sausages (Octoberfest) so they wouldn’t rebel and kick him out of power.  He had a sickly son who died at 25.  No heir to the throne except a cousin and by then the people didn’t want a King and choose to become a republic.

Didn’t have enough time to see Ludwigs Favourite Castle unfortunately.

Explored the gardens and pumpkin festival in the time I had, which I enjoyed.

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Esslingen Au Neckar (a.m.)

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I had heard this was a great Christmas town because people get all dressed up in Medieval costumes.  Decided to go have a look.  It was quaint, but nothing really spectacular., especially after seeing that castle on a cliff.  I had a hard time finding the place because the GPS decided it would be fun to make me go in circles.  I finally found a handicapped parking spot and I didn’t have to pay.  Bonus.

Here are some photos of the town.

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I climbed a really steep staircase.  A week ago I don’t think I would have been able to do it.  That ozone therapy really helped.  The side of the mountain were completely covered in wine grapes.  I want to buy the wine and try it!  Scoured the town in the morning, then headed to Ludwigsberg Palace.

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