Results are In

Thursday April 28

imageIt’s rainy again. I’m back at the clinic. This morning I had my lampadina. Feeling great. Lots of energy.

WisteriaMary and I spent the evening at the Caracalla Spa. It was way less crowded than in the day time. I’ve been trying to convince her to go to Friederichbach spa with me (only women on Thursday), but I’m not sure she is going for it!  No clothes allowed.

imageThis morning I had 2 shots in the butt (stem cells) and ozone therapy. My vein collapsed 1/2 way through the ozone treatment and Mariann asked me if I was Catholic. I said, “Why? Are you going to give me my last rites?  She said, “No, if you are Jehovahs Witness we can’t restart the IV in the other arm”.

imageSo we had to call Dr Sommer to try to get another IV deep in a vein in my other arm (which I’m not really suppose to use because I have no lymph nodes there due to a mastectomy). It worked. I’m now having Vitamin B17 (amygdalin) and C therapy.

imageI told NDr Christina I had a vegan chocolate bar for her, but only if she got the IV in my arm right the first time. She was unhappy my vein collapsed. She really wanted the chocolate bar (luckily I had 2 chocolate bars in my purse, one for her and one for Dr Sommer too).

imageAt least I didn’t have to get stabbed nine times in one day like last week. The big bruise on my hand has gone away after using some type of wound healing cream called Traumeel. It works so well, I bought it at a pharmacy so I could use it at home.

imageSo I got my test results on Tuesday. Everything appears good at this time. My energy is up. My brain/hypothalamus is now working, however my pituitary gland is still struggling a bit. The cancer is dormant. My immune system is operating at 80%. And I need to detox (it’s at 38%, down from 45% when I came). So I’m getting some medicine to take home with me to help me with that, plus injections because my lymph node system is not up to snuff either.  Otherwise, I think I’m doing really well.

imageDon’t think I’m going to tell my oncologist I’m here in Germany again. I don’t need the added stress. Dr Sommer told me it would not be necessary to get tested at home for another 6-9 months. That’s good enough for me.

image image imageI’m suppose to be arriving in Canada on Saturday night, but apparently some of the airport workers are on strike yesterday and today. Good thing I have insurance! They may be footing the bill for food and accommodations if I need to stay longer!
imageAfter my treatment tomorrow morning, Mary is making me breakfast and then we are heading to Frankfurt.  I went to pick up the rental car on the side of the road near a castle where our apartment landlord said it was free.  Well guess what?  It wasn’t free. I got not one but two parking tickets.  Mary said it was too bad I have to come back, otherwise we could just not pay them!

On the bright side, at least they didn’t tow us.  I would have had to phone up the rental car company and tell them it was stolen and a darn good thing I paid $600 extra for car insurance!

Finally got to see the Baden Baden Roman Ruins yesterday.  See pics below.  This is where Roman Soldiers set up shop to recuperate in the healing thermal waters.

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Day 3 “1,000 Ways To Die”

Wednesday – Day 3 Treatment

imageOne lampadina Treatment at 8:30 this morning.  I’m catching some more things from that Italian guy.  Forgot he said not to have alcohol yesterday.  Maybe that’s why I had a rip roaring headache today.

imageMary made us a lovely meal of curried chicken, roasted potatoes and salad for dinner.  I had to have some German wine from this region after trying all those wines from Italy!  Da vino is much better in Italy, hands down.  Sorry Germany!

imageSome key phrases I picked from the Italiano on the machine today included…”I beg of you, DON’T open your eyes unless you want to damage your corneas”.  “Great,” I thought.  And,  “I warn you DON’T fall asleep”. (My thoughts…unless you want to wake up a crispy critter, you’d better keep on rotating like a Swiss Chalet rotisserie chicken!).

imageWhile lying there,  I kept envisioning being a victim on the next episode of Bobo’s favourite show “1,000 ways To Die”.  Quite frankly,  I don’t think I followed the instructions to a tee.  I thought I was on my pancha (stomach) too long and flipped over to my back (Dorso?) prematurely.

imageAfter that I had 4 shots in the ass and then had a colon hydrotherapy treatment.  The things you have to do to stay alive, right?  Well, at least I got some of the shitters out of me.  I’ve got 3 more to go.  Stomach is getting flatter.  I like those results!

imageMary and I went shopping a bit and then walked down Lichtentaler Allee.  It is spring and quite beautiful.  These pics are some of the sights we saw on our walk.



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Later  we  went to the Lowenbrau Beer Garden so Mary could have some real German Beer.  It’s such a nice place to go to.  And no I didn’t really drink that beer…the Italian man in the lampadina machine told me I wasn’t allowed!

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Miracles Happen, Right?

IMG_2225Tuesday, January 5

Would you believe that I still have no results pertaining to my lung yet?  I was checking all day, scared of what I might find.

Saw my surgeon.  He is a good guy. Asked me how I was doing.  I’m okay, I told him, but it looks like I have mets in my bone marrow again… although I don’t really believe it because this happened to me before when I came back from my cancer treatment in Germany.

Oh?  Why did you go to Germany?

Now there’s a loaded question.  This is what I told him.  Hmmm…it might be because they almost killed me three times here.  Or maybe it was because the hormone treatments stopped working and they told me they couldn’t do anything for me anymore except manage the pain.  That’s when I decided to high tail it outta here because at least over there they thought they could keep me alive for many years to come.

“Well it looks like Dr Sahgal is happy with your progress,” he said.  “Nothing going on in your spine.  Your bones are growing back and your hardware is good.”


“Yes but my oncologist is not happy with me right now because I’m not doing what he is telling me to”, I replied.

“How did you find out about this place?”, he asked.

“My friend knew someone who went there”, I told him.

Short and sweet and I was out of there with an appointment scheduled for next year.

Before I saw him,  I was talking to the nurse in the room by myself (she was the one that nicknamed me “The Screamer” after my surgery).   I asked her if she would mind looking for my chest CT scan on her computer because it wasn’t appearing on myUHN.  I had results for my pelvis and abdominal scans, but nothing has been reported about my lungs.  I was worried because I have been coughing lately and I was told in August that I had a tumour at the bottom of my right lung.  She checked.

Thank heavens PMH actually did the scan which included the lungs.  That was a relief because I would have gone on some kind of Italian rampage if someone messed that up and I had to go do this again. I really don’t need more radiation considering I’m maxed out.  The nurse went through the slides and said, “I’m no technician or anything but I don’t see anything”. Meanwhile, I was peering over looking for white spots on my lung scans too and didn’t see anything either.

Now wouldn’t that be something if the 1.9mm intelligent doubts, stupid confidencetumour they found in August and spots on the fissure line disappeared just like the thing on my pancreas?

Miracles do happen, right?


That afternoon….I decided to try something new today to alleviate my bronchial asthma problem.  I visited a salt cave.

Several years ago when I experienced this same yearly nagging cough in the fall (rain + leaves = mould), my allergist told me the only way to get rid of it is to go to somewhere hot with a beach and breathe in the salt water air.  Sounds enticing.

Well although I would love to escape right now, it ain’t happening due to the fact that my family dr seems to think I need a blood transfusion and I’m not exactly rich.  Btw, I phoned Germany for some hemoglobin help and it should be on its way.  Plus I stopped taking my German drugs temporarily until my white/red blood counts improve.  There was also some mention about giving me a neupragena (sp?) shot ($3,000-4,000 a pop) on my Sunnybrook blood test results but no one has phoned me about that one yet.  That prescription certainly will give me lots of air mile points for my next trip, as a patient usually needs 3-4 shots to get their counts up. Although I think I would decline that proposed strategy because I’m sure it comes with some interesting side effects which I could do without.  I get to visit my family dr next week.  Can’t wait to discuss the sudden disappearance of “my baby.”

IMG_2211The salt cave was wonderful on my lungs.  I spent the first 1/2 hour coughing up a storm.  I felt rather bad for the gentleman in the cave with me and my older sister.  He certain didn’t get a quiet session because I was coughing up a lung.  Felt really good.  Salt is so healing.  Wish I had know about this before when I suffered with bronchial asthma.  I can’t use a puffer because I’m allergic to ventolin, alupent and its whole medicinal family including it’s cousins.  The cave was a little bit cool so I wore my white alpaca babushka hat which I bought from Germany.  My friend Doug calls me the Snow Queen whenever I where it.  The cold weather lately sure warranted it.


Wednesday, January 6

Still no lung news.  I phoned the CT Scan place….got a recording, what else.  Maybe if I’m in a bad mood, I’ll nag them and call them every 5 minutes tomorrow.  Fill up their answering machine with 20+ calls.

Today I went to The Art For Cancer Foundation and made the  winter scene above.  It was challenging.  I enjoyed painting it, but my back sure could use a rest.  Time for bed.


Below are the benefits of going into a salt cave, should you ever decide to go.  The one I went to was in Mississauga.  There is one near York University, in Niagara Falls, and The Windsor Arms Hotel.  I didn’t realize it increases your hemoglobin level too!  Next time you’re sick or have a respiratory ailment you may want to check it out.  Prices range from $17 (Groupon) to $50 for an hour session depending where you go.


Things Are Looking Up

Yesterday I was a wreak because I had to go get an abdominal ultrasound. I think I was having an anxiety attack. I was aggravated because I didn’t want to go and my appt was in the afternoon and I wasn’t suppose to eat & drink before this test. I don’t want to lose more weight. When I got there, I was given a new technician to do the test (with her supervisor in the back ground).

I stewed about it all the way home, in tears, having doubts about everything and wishing I could call Michelle or Maria to talk to them. Oh how I wished they were still alive. And then the strangest thing happened. The new Adele song came on the radio. I always associate Adele with Maria O’Kane because one time when I was over at her house her daughter Sam did a song/dance routine to one of her songs. I had to smile because I know Maria I would have said, “The Drs here know shit.”  Then the song “Don’t you worry Child, Cause Heavens Got A Plan For You” which I took as a message from Michelle who was the most religious person I knew. So I stopped letting my mind go to the dark side and just concentrated on driving, singing, and praying. My friends in heaven were communicating from the dead. Call me crazy. I don’t care. I felt them with me.

Today I had to go to my onc. for my shots and to discuss further treatment plans for me (i.e.  chemo). I did not want to go. I had some really bizarre dream last night….something about if my oncologist dumped me as a patient, it would be a good thing because my oncologists wife was doing something wrong and was evil ( I don’t even know his wife). I dunno it was really weird. Took Bobo with me for morale support.

My onc. dr was unusually quiet. Didn’t say one word about going back on chemo. He knew I went to Germany. He handed me a paper with my abdomen results which indicated there was nothing abnormal….no sign of metastatic cancer in any of my organs (liver, gallbladder, kidneys etc). “What a minute”, I said. “What about the thing that was growing at the head of my pancreas? I questioned.  What happened to it! “It’s gone” he said. “What do you mean it’s gone? I asked. “Oh there must have been something wrong with the last CT scan when they did it”, he replied.

However, it wasn’t just one CT scan that showed this thing on my pancreas, it was two. I have records on two scans that there was something there. And now, since I came back from Germany, I have one record that shows it’s gone since.

Bobo said he is puzzled. He doesn’t know what to think.

I told him I needed to get off the tamoxifen for a while because I think that was giving me the pain I was getting on my side, breathing problems, and blurry vision. He told me that was fine and if I wanted to go on it again, even 1/2 dose, I knew where to find him.

I also told him my Dr in Germany told me not to get my lung examined for 6-8 weeks because it would take time for the medicine to work. My onc said, “Sure, when do you want him to book it?”  I said after December 25th because I didn’t want to wreak my Christmas! So I have a chest CT scheduled for some time in early January.

Glad that appointment was over. Getting my shots at PMH next month, then I have to get CCAC to give them to me Christmas Eve because the hospital is closed.

So happy today! That appt wasn’t bad at all. Things are looking up!

So yah think in January if this thing on my lung is gone that he is going to believe in alternative medicine!?



GcMAF and Visit to Another Cancer Clinic

October 23

I’m at the airport waiting for my flight that Toronto. This is an enormous airport and I had to go to 3 tax free centres to try to reclaim the 19% sales tax on the very little I bought while I was over here. Prices are steep here, especially for clothes.

Just wanted to tell you a little bit about another Clinic I went to in a very, very small town. When I arrived at the train station, there was no one there. And I mean no one. Empty, boarded up train station building that looked like something out of a ghost town movie.

I went there 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. I sent my pertinent medical information in August. I was planning on hiring a taxi when I arrived, but there is no one at the train station to hire. Thank heavens I had my phone and I called the clinic to ask them to call a cab for me. It arrived pretty quickly. Cost me $3.70 (around $6) just to get into the taxi. I ended up paying $30 euros ($45) return. That’s a lot for a 8 minute ride. Nothing but green pastures and a couple of houses to see.

The clinic was pristine. Brand spanking new, but I only saw one patient there when I toured the place. I think I would go nuts if I had to stay there one or two weeks. No one in the cafeteria. No one in the apartments or the weight/fitness room. Just people who worked there. Where are all the patients? Very strange.

According to the taxi driver, there are very few restaurants in town (and I bet you they aren’t open late either).

I spoke to a woman Doctor who had only been there for 2 months and couldn’t answer all of my questions. That cost me $300 (amount will deducted if I do treatment there). From what I understand the immunotherapy treatment may only put me in remission for 6 months – year…not necessary a cure, but a possibility? I told her that my oncologist told me I was nuts to do it because it could attack my healthy cells. First she said, “I don’t know why he would say that. Perhaps he is old and doesn’t understand the newest technology available.” Later when I asked about side effects she did say in a round about way, that it could make you immune system not turn off. I’m guessing that means you can get a fever that doesn’t go down and kills you.

I think I’ll be sticking to the little piggy stem cells.

She didn’t seem to think dendritic cell vaccines and GcMAF was terribly effective. And she couldn’t tell me the costs (although I know a person from London who is doing this treatment and she said it was roughly $50 000 cdn dollars just to get the tumour analyzed for markers.

The next day, I spoke to the oncologist in charge of my case by phone. He basically started to go on a roll about check point markers. I know I have a mutant pathway called P13k so he may have a shot/vaccine to get that one shut down. However, cancer may have many pathways. He said if I had the PD1 pathway I would probably need 4 shots at $10,000 each. That’s $60,000 cdn dollars.  Like how crazy is that? So basically, I would need to give them an open cheque book for them to treat me. Different shots for different pathways.

Meanwhile, the spice turmeric/curcumin can shut down about 53 different pathways and costs a fraction of the price at your nearby grocery store and as far as I know, no one has ever died from it.

While I was there I got my blood tested ($225) for Nagalase, something your body needs to improve your immune system and turn off cancer cells. It looks like the vaccines we get from the doctor (measles, mumps, tetanus, etc) turns it off. GcMAF puts it back in. I figured there must be something to this treatment since 6 doctors from Florida that were successfully treating autistic children and cancer patients all died mysteriously a few months ago. One of them, a prominent naturopath, was found dead in a river with a gun shot wound in the chest three days after the FDA went to his clinic and took his computers/files. Another doctor mysteriously died suddenly in his clinic of heart problems, when he was never know to have any. Not sure how the others died, but then the Company in Europe where they made the GCMAF was quickly shut down.

However this clinic I went to knows where to get it because its also manufactured somewhere in Germany. I should get my results by mail in a few weeks.

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.


Ludwigsberg Castle and the Pumpkinfest!
































































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.



Esslingen Au Neckar (a.m.)


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.








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.











Needles, High Tea and Then Spa Time!

Friday, Oct 16

Ozone therapy, iron/ artesunate IV and more needles today. Then I signed myself up for 3 sessions of colon hydrotherapy. Today I had my first. Honestly felt like a new person after that. But I felt very sorry for poor Pamela as I truly stink when I get that done. Got the rest of the gas I had been accumulating out. I would need a gas mask to do her job. Mind you, the smell wasn’t nearly as bad as the first time I had it done two years ago…all I could smell was the chemo drugs I had been taking that had been residing in my gut for several years. My tummy feels so good now.  Happy!

I went for high tea in a French Patisserie shop with Marcella for lunch. Enjoyed the company but was disappointed with the platter they served us. Only tomato, cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches with the crust still on it cut into triangles. Who does that? And the bread was not very fresh. The scone was so tiny… 2 cm in length and height. How can you classify that a scone? Top that with two tiny pastries covered in fondant which I can’t eat (sugar). The only good thing in there was 3 raspberries on a tart the size of a quarter. They must think they are serving munchkins or something. Sorry I didn’t get a pic of it… Just visualize a tea party for dolls and that’s what we got to eat.

I went to the Caracalla Spa and spent some time with my new Canadian friends Marcella and Rick. The water was so healing and warm. Massage was just what I needed. Haven’t had a lot of sleep…maybe this will help.

Sorry no pics allowed at the spa.  Nudies on the second floor.  Privacy issues.  You know what I mean.



Wednesday, October 14

This mornings therapy included two shots in the butt, one in the stomach and two in the back. Ouch! Little piggy stem cells…. get to work.

Also made use of their bio photon machine on my back and stomach. Got out of there pretty quick today so I started looking into renting a car for the weekend. I’m going to try to get to a really cool castle, but it’s a bit far and resides on two cliffs with a wooden walkway in between. Can’t wait to see that, even if it is 2 hrs away.



Today I visited a place that would knock your socks off. Heidelberg. It was stunning.image





I, unfortunately, know very little about the history behind this place because I didn’t feel up to standing and listening to a guide speak in broken English. Back is again sore from walking from the marketplatz and through the old part of town.  Beautiful alley to the castle with unique ornate buildings and lovely little shops.  Bet you it’s gorgeous at Christmastime.  Needed to get on a funicular to get all the way up the side of the mountain.  I’m sure you could probably hike up there, but I was in no shape to attempt it.




Just how did they build this thing in the early 1200’s? The manpower involved boggles the mind. Must have been thousands of people trudging up rocks up the cliff.  And they didn’t have machinery.  Can’t believe what I’m seeing is real.

imageApparently a bomb from France knocked off a huge chunk of a turret from the castle which looks to be at least 10 ft thick.  Wonder if anyone got killed from the section of the wall that came down!  The Germans decided to leave the ruins the way they were….if you think about it, who’d want to fix it nowadays and how would they do it?  I overheard a tour guide say something about a guy named Noble who decided to give dynamite a try.  Worked a couple of times but wasn’t too sure of the process even though the Chinese had been detonating things for years.  Nobles brother was handling some dynamite at some point and blew himself up which devastated his family.  That’s all I know.  Wonder if it’s the same Noble who won the Peace prize.  Did he have a brother who detonated himself?


Got home late. First train was late.  Missed connection.  Got on the next one and slightly dozed off.  Woke up.  Saw sign inside train saying Baden Baden.  Raced off the train.  Once outside, realized it was unfamiliar territory.  Quickly asked woman nearby if this was Baden-Baden.  She said,” Rastatt”.  Train doors closed.  Bye bye train.

Got home….eventually.  Sigh.

Still had a great day!