Everything Tastes Better When You Can’t Eat It

Friday, December 15 (Photos of Frankfurt, Germany)

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Nice Tie Sculpture!

I’m home now and we have had quite a bit of snow here in Toronto.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

My Lufthansa flight last week went as planned…wasn’t sure whether the pilots would still be on strike, but they must have settled because all was good.

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Bobo has been watching too many of those Border Patrol shows late at night, because when the declaration note came for us to write down what we were carrying, he told me to mark “YES” under “Are you carrying any type of food, dairy, seeds, nuts, blah, blah, blah.” He said they were going to confiscate my stuff anyway, but at least I wouldn’t get charged and go to jail.  Really?  Really?  Do ya really think I’m going to jail because of some cake?  I figured I could talk my way out of it, so I told him stay quiet behind me while I spoke to the customs officer. 

 

img_4542I think the customs guy got a kick out of dealing with me because he was laughing his head off after our brief little discussion about what I was bringing into the country (I think they are paid to look very mean with no hint of a smile so you’d crack under pressure).  I told him I bought some Christmas Cake (Stollen) and I was sure it had nuts and seeds in it and I also had a package of stuff for my Gluhwein.  With a twinkle in his eye, he asked, “And What Exactly is Gluhwein?”.   “Oh, it’s amazing,” I said.  It’s like mulled wine and you have to put some seasoning things in there like cinnamon, cloves, and cardamon seeds”.  It’s delicious.  Those are the seeds I brought back.  He chuckled and said, “Is that all you have to declare?”  I thought for a second and said, “Yup” and he let us go on our merry little way.  Was going to tell him we also hauled a big antique clock for my dad half way across the world in an extra suitcase, but thought better of it.  The less said, the better.  If he was going to let me keep my Christmas Stollen and Gluhwein kit, I was happy.

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If they took my Christmas Cake, I wouldn’t have been too upset ‘cause I can’t eat it anyway because it probably has wheat in it.  I am truly bummed out about all the foods I have to stay away from for 3 months.  It’s been a difficult week scrounging recipe books for things that have no dairy products, eggs, nuts, and is gluten free,  I made some muffins and cookies according to this new criteria and they tasted like shit.

Don’t you know, everything tastes better if you can’t eat it.  Sigh.

img_4560Two more things I wanted to tell you.  When I was hooked up to the Global Diagnostic Computer in Germany, it indicated that I have traces of Lyme Disease in my body.  May have been there for a long time.  Lyme Disease comes from a Deer Tick and screws up your hormone balance and immune system (so your body doesn’t recognize cancer is a threat).  Wondering if this could be the root cause of my problem.  Sent a blood test express post for analysis (which I was told may or may not be accurate…sometimes it reads a false negative).  Waiting for the results.  Dr. Mariann told me if it does come up as a positive reading, not to worry about it because she can cure it in two years.

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Going to have an MRI next Thursday and will be seeing my radiation doctor on the 28th.  That should be fun.  Especially when it will look like my bone marrow is completely full of cancer again and I tell him the thing in my neck is not cancer.  I’m not doing anything for at least 3 months until the dust settles and I have another MRI.  Then I will have a clear picture of whats going on, if anything.

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I’m reaching my limit on my free wordpress blog space.  I’m at 85% capacity.  Not sure what I want to do.  Don’t really want to pay $18 a year for my own domain, so I may open up a new blog soon.  We shall see.  

Hoping my followers will keep following me! 

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Looks Like I May Not Need to Fry My Neck After All

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My test results are in and it looks like I’m not going to have to fry my neck after all.

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I told Dr Sommer my radiologist wanted to do 2 high dose treatments on my neck and showed him my test results.  He read the report and said they do not know what’s in there.  Just like what my friend Karin (who is a nurse) said.

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He said my intestines are toxic and if we get that under control the inflammation/problem in my neck should disappear and so should the problems I’m having with my eyes.  It’s all connected to the intestines.

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I asked if it was my cavities in my teeth that was causing the toxicity.  He said no it was something I’m eating.  Later Bobo put two and two together (I essentially eat only organic food at home) and came up with the fact that I’ve been eating smoked salmon every week and that might be the cause.  Other than that, maybe I should get our water tested when I get home.  I need to figure this out.

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So today I had 4 shots in my butt to help my liver, spleen, gallbladder, intestines and brain.  Then I had to drink something akin to Alka Seltzer to soften my stool for my first of four colon hydrotherapy cleanses.   Once again I’m full of (toxic) shit!

Trying to con Paul into having one too on Friday.  Let u know how that goes!

Btw, Santas coming to town in a hot air balloon on December 6!

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God Help Me

Friday, November 4, 2016

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Today I am out of sorts.  This generally happens to me when I have to go see my oncologist and today was no different.

Bobo came to me.  Together we try to figure out the insanity that transpires during my appointments.  My 9:45 appointment began at 11:15.

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He, my oncologist, sent me his newest guppy to figure out what I was doing.  She was a real b#*@! and I didn’t like her.  I actually argued with her and I’m proud of myself for sticking up for myself. She was telling me I’m fine and my oncologist wouldn’t have to see me for 6 months.

“Hang on,” I said.   “I have a report saying I have cancer in my neck which should be radiated in a clinical trial and some new spots in my pelvis from L2-S3.   How is it I am fine?”  I think they are trying to get rid of me.

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She also said that they wouldn’t be doing my monthly injections at the hospital any more.  Go to CCAC.  “Well that’s nice,” I responded.  “Find me someone who knows how to inject the needle in Scarborough and I will go.  And good luck with that….I don’t enjoy being tortured.”  Asked her who I go to to complain about this.  I think she was shocked I said this.  Too bad.  I tired of explaining my life to new people every time to go there.

I told her I wanted to see my oncologist because I wanted a second opinion of an MRI from another hospital.    She told me he was busy.  I insisted.  She left us for a bit.

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So in he waltzed, late, with a parade of young hopeful oncologists (3 from Brazil, 1 from some other country).  “Oh this is going to be fun”, I thought.  “I have an audience, students…my specialty.”   I told him the reason why I wanted another MRI at a different hospital was that I wasn’t convinced about what I was told about my neck.  After all, they messed up before on a tumour on C5 and then told me it wasn’t what they thought it was during the pre-op. radiation treatment.  I went to a chiropractor and had my neck painfully adjusted and maybe it’s just inflammation.  He downplayed the previous C5 neck error.  I must say I had the students hooked though.  They laughed when I told them I wasn’t going to be zapped for nothing.

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My oncologist told me that the hospital MRI machines were different and what specific part my radiation dr was looking at may be different then theirs and what was the point in doing it again?   He said if I wasn’t symptomatic (feeling pain), so it didn’t matter if I decided not to do anything right now.  He then told me that my cancer was slow growing and even if I did nothing (which apparently the treatment in Germany counts as nothing to him), it would be slow.  He is in complete denial that my “alternative” treatment is slowing the progression of the disease.  Grrrr.

I find his explanation of my condition fascinating as I am young, pre-menopausal (spreads faster than in older patients), and was diagnosed with a INVASIVE DCIS breast cancer.  Invasive.  Hmmm.  What does this word mean?  The Oxford Dictionary describes it as Tending to spread VERY QUICKLY and undesirably or harmfully.  For example:  ‘patients suffering from invasive cancer’.

Enough of the bullshit.  Bobo said my onc is having difficulty accepting the truth that the treatment I’m doing in Germany works.

So essentially the appointment concluded with…. no MRI or monthly shots at PMH.   And he doesn’t want to see me for quite a long time.  He is going to Mexico for a few weeks (and not to check out cancer treatments in Tijuana because he doesn’t believe in that “stuff”) and I’m not scheduled to see him until Feb.  But when I got home my appointment was emailed to me and now I’m not scheduled to see him until March.  That’s 5 months away. That’s a long time.  

On a positive note…no appointment anxiety.  That could be a good thing.  Right?

So how do I feel about this?  I feel like trash.  Taken out to the curbside.  No one is monitoring my monthly blood work.  Some gumba in Scarborough that doesn’t know how to stab me in the stomach properly to give me my 16 guage needle will be administering it for 5 months.  I have no idea what is really going on in my body (neck, lungs and lower back) and if I should be alarmed.  One guy says I’m fine.  The other one wants to zap me.  I think I’m going to get Bobo trained to give me the shot in the stomach if this CCAC thing doesn’t work out.  Help!

At this point, I just want to run to Germany.  

I booked one night in a castle on one of the week-ends I’m there!  

The way I see it.  You Gotta have Fun while you still have a neck and can walk.

God help me.  I’m really feeling tired of dealing with this crappy disease.

Life is Grand

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I apologize for not writing in a very long time, but I’ve had too much going on.  A few new developments in my life…some good, some not so good.

First, my medications from Germany got held up since early September.  UPS and Canada Post are having difficulty delivering packages with alcohol contents because they think it is a bomb.  Canada Customs no longer allows anything with alcohol get through without a lengthy delay, so I’m waiting for a friend to bring my tinctures back home with her.  She’ll be back in early November.   Thats 2 months without medicine.

My last “report” from my urine sample (in August) said I was toxic/acidic and to come back to Germany for an intensive treatment.  Then I had an MRI which evidently shows cancer in my soft tissue (para-spinal) at C6 (bottom of my neck) and some new spots in my lower back (L2-S3). 

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My radiation guy wants me to participate in a clinical trial where he would radiate that neck area with two really high dose treatments.  Trouble is there is a 10% chance of it fracturing my neck.  

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I was told not to worry, they would take good care of me and would put my neck in a brace. 

I asked him if there was a chance that I would become a paraplegic and he kind of skirted the issue and said…”Yeah”.   Well, guess what?  As Maria O’Kane would say…I don’t like that plan.” 

Another alternative is to do 5 low dose radiation treatments but I don’t think its as effective.  “But wait a minute,” I said to my dr.  “I thought the last time I talked to you, I reached my maximum radiation allotment.”  “Oh no, you can have more”, he responded.  Really?

what-the-hellWell, I’m not entirely convinced I can have more radiation.  As far as I understand any more radiation and I’ve upped my chances of getting leukemia, non-hodgkins and various other cancers.

Besides, I think my thyroid has been fried from the last set of radiation treatments on my neck as there were many nodules found throughout my last ultrasound.  My family dr just told me that if I live to old age, I will need to be put on thyroid medication because of what they already did to me.  Why didn’t anyone inform me of that before?  Plus I think there is a part of my lung that got fried too. I need my voice to sing in choir at church.  Not planning on doing anything on my neck at least until after Christmas Concert. 

I know this may seem like a long shot, but I’m hoping that what they think is cancer in my neck is inflammation from going to a chiropractor in August.  It really hurt from all the adjustments and I had a bump on the side of my neck.  So I bought some special cream/oil and the bump went away.  

trustNow I have to convince my onc. to redo the MRI at his hospital instead of the other one because I want a second opinion.  My reasons are that they screwed up too many times before for me to believe them.  Remember when I thought I was getting C5 radiated and then they told me it wasn’t what they thought it was?  Remember the two times they said it was in my bone marrow and it wasn’t?  I had to have a bone marrow biopsy to prove them wrong.  And how about that blood test that indicated I was pregnant when I wasn’t.  Oh and how about the time I was told the cancer spread to my lungs and I was going to have to get it drained in 3 weeks if I didn’t go on chemo.  Didn’t happen.  Seasonal allergies.

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Sometimes I don’t know how I stay sane.  I don’t know if I’m right or wrong this time.  Time will tell.  My tumour markers from my recent blood test are normal.  What gives?  Counting on some little piggy stem cells to fix me up.

So I booked my ticket to Germany.  Bobo is going with me.  And we are going to see the Christmas Markets again!  Yippee! 

In the meantime, I’m going to the Naturopathic College and getting weekly Vitamin C IV’s because that treatment shrank my tumours before.

So what else is happening besides having to worry that my neck may break? 

I’m coaching a junior boys volleyball team at school.  I also am starting to teach adults with cancer at Art For Cancer Foundation.  I volunteer as a guest artist.  This week I participated in a video for this charity organization.  I’ll link it to my blog so you can see it when it comes out.  Got my hair done in time for my interview.  Finally found a real, organic hair dye from the States called “Hairprint” which I like.  Thanks Stella!  I finally used it.  Don’t look like a granny anymore!

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Next I’m venturing in some new interesting territory.  I applied for a scholarship for an Advocacy Training Workshop for The Canadian Breast Cancer Network.  I didn’t think I would be selected because I wrote my application at 3:00 in the morning the day before it was due, but guess what?  They want me!

Not entirely sure what it involves yet.  All I know is that I’m getting free food and a night at the Pantages Hotel in Toronto.  They are going to teach me how to become an effective communicator.  And I think I get to share my views on what its like to be a metastatic cancer patient to a room full of big wigs and perhaps the media too.  Not sure they are going to like what I have to say, but oh well, too bad.  This could be fun.  It’s interesting what life throws at you.  Life is grand.  

Premonition

6aa682676568f4872e102e97c14d17a6So I had a very weird premonition a couple of times when I was getting into my car this week.  I thought I was going to get hit from behind by a car.  And so what happened on Wednesday?

My car got rear ended.

Not sure how or why I get this feeling, but my sixth sense is pretty good.  For example, I know when I’m going to win something (T.V., Bingo, sunglasses, slot machines).  And once I even knew that my house was going to blow up soon after I bought it (I had visions when I backed up my car that my house was going to explode). That happened after my crazy father decided to bang on my furnace “to see if the pipe was metal?”.  Its a long story and involved 3 foot flames emancipating from my furnace.

Anyhow I called a real furnace man to inspect it soon after getting repeated premonitions that my house was going to explode and you know what he said to me as he was shaking his head?  You are one lucky lady.  The pipe was dislodged and gas was leaking.  “What does that mean?”, I asked.   “Just that your house would have blown up and so would your neighbours.”  Lovely.  Thanks dad for tinkering with my furnace.

Maybe I shouldn’t have driven when I had that sensation that I was going to get into an accident.  Sigh.

I was attempting to make a turn right and BANG I got hit by a white car.  I put on my hazard signals and got out of my car.  I asked the woman if she was alright.  She seemed distraught.  She told me she was awfully sorry and that her mother was in the hospital and she was going there right now to see her.  My bumper didn’t seem too bad and the trunk had a dent in it.  I went to see if the trunk still opened and closed.  It did.  So I told the woman not to worry about it.  My car was old and I needed a new one anyway.  She insisted I take down her drivers license and information.  I told her I wasn’t going to do anything with it anyway and she gave me a hug.  Hope she pays it forward.

I took my car to my mechanic today.  He told me that I’d need $400 to fix the trunk and another $400 for the bumper.  My car is only worth about $2000 so I said forget it. Wasn’t worth it.  As long as it still drives me to my next adventure, I was okay with it!

And my next adventure begins TOMORROW!  Hurray!

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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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Neuschwanstein Castle Week-End

Tuesday, April 26

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Currently having ozone IV, detox IV and, of course, I had my daily lampadina earlier this morning. They cranked up the heat and now I’m getting a tan! I knew I should have gone to Cuba or Florida in the winter. I need those feel good sunshine rays.

imageOn the week end Mary and I decided to go to Linderhof Castle (where Ludwig lived until his castle was built). But we didn’t make it there. There was a sign on the road. I thought it meant it was closed, but Mary said, who cares, let’s go around it. She was driving and it didn’t matter to me.

imageThe GPS said we were 24 kms away. So we threw caution in the wind and went for it. The scenery was really beautiful and Mary was loving it. We saw the Bavarian alps behind a gorgeous emerald lake. I felt like I was in British Columbia again. At 21 km, we came to an abrupt halt. We could drive no longer. There was a baracade. Nuts. Back we went, another 21 kms.

Arrived at a gas station. The young girl told us the only way to Linderhof was to go around the entire lake which would take about an hour. It was already 3:30 and we figured we probably wouldn’t get there before it closed. What a disappointment.

imageWe rerouted the GPS to Villa Toscana in Fussen where we ate at a very cool medieval type restaurant equipped with honey wine in ale horns. Delicious! I know the guy in the lampadina machine said not to have any alcohol, but I had to do it. He also said not to bath and put creams on, but I kind of had a shower with gel and shampoo/conditioner ’cause I wasn’t too clear on that.

imageThe next day we went directly to Neuschwanstein hoping to beat the crowds there. Imagine our surprise when we looked out the next morning to see snow! Wasn’t expecting that.

imageWalt Disney modelled his castle in Disneyland after visiting Neuschwanstein. I think Ludwig was only 17 years old when he became King. He was a bit of a recluse and didn’t like servants hovering over him, so he had a table built on some sort of a pulley system where it would disappear down a floor to the kitchen, food would be placed on it by the servants, and up it went back to the dining hall for him to eat.

 

imageLudwig was betrothed to a princess from Austria but he called it off after 9 months. That didn’t sit well with the people who were expecting an heir. They were also not happy that all their King was interested in was building elaborate fairytale castles rather than govern public affairs. It didn’t help that he was gay. So the people protested and tried to have him committed. He had a brother named Otto who was a whack job and was deemed mentally ill. That certainly didn’t help. Inbreeding? Ludwig and his psychiatrist were discovered dead in a nearby lake. Both drowned under mysterious circumstances.

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imageOnly 10 rooms out of 104 were finished and opened to the public which is really too bad.  It would have been very interesting to see what Ludwig had visioned for the rest of his castle.  The views from the upper floors were spectacular.  Unfortunately, you couldn’t take photos inside the castle.

 

 

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imageMary decided the best way down was via horse and carriage. I wholeheartedly agreed, so off we went!

 

Those horses sure could have used some diapers!  It was everywhere!

A woman recommended we eat at a nearby restaurant after she heard us talking about where we should go to eat.  She said a nearby restaurant made a goulash soup that was the best she ever had. I ordered it and I say it was disgusting. And our waitress was slow and rude (no tip for her).  Mary had the sausages with mash potatoes which I’m not allowed to eat (pork= too many free radicals).  Why is it that when I’m with someone their food is always better than mine? She ordered wine.  I was jealous until I saw there was Gluhwein on the menu and then my eyes just  lite up with joy.  Too bad that the man in the lampadina machine said I wasn’t suppose to have wine!  Sometimes, you just have to live on the edge!  Christmas fruity hot wine! Yum! I was so excited. That was the best part of my meal!

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We then meandered off to Hohenschwagau Castle which was Ludwig’s Parents summer home. It was a beaut. Can’t take pics inside there either.  Just outside.

It was really cold over there and we went shopping briefly so I could buy some warmer clothes.

Mary and I flew home at 200 km/hr and it wasn’t me driving either!

Here are some great hats I tried on earlier in the day.

Una vaca espanole (for Biagia), a beer hat and a Viking one too!

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Day 4 Karlsrhue

Day 4 Thursday

This morning I was somewhat concerned to see that I had a little bit of a rash on both my arms. I thought I may have been reacting to an IV allergy, but Mariann told me it was just my body detoxing.

So under the lampadina (Italian word for lamp) I went again. This time I caught the words, “I advise you NOT to use creams while using this ultraviolet treatment”. Then I’m thinking, “Or you may turn green by the end of the day”. That Italian guy in the machine is making me crazy.

Today I had ozone therapy, a detox IV, and amygdalin. Christina poked me four times to get the IV started. No luck. So they had to call Dr Sommer to dig in there and get one of my deep veins. It was rough. Mariann and Christina don’t like to do it. I don’t blame them because I wouldn’t want to do it either.

So you get the guys to do the dirty work! Jam it right it there! No problem. Was done by twelve, so Mary and I decided to go to Karlsrhue to see the palace and gardens. Here’s some pics.

We were about to go to Stuttgart too, but there was a lot of traffic and the GPS kept bringing us to a “closed for maintenance road.”   Asked two young guys for help after we circled the place.  We were getting no where in a hurry. Luckily they told us an alternate route to get to the highway. It was so backed up with traffic, we figured we would be better off just going home. And that is just what we did.

We decided to eat tapas at a Spanish restaurant in Baden Baden. We ate about 9 different appetizers/tapas before we thought to take a picture of our decadent meal.  Peppers in pastery, mushrooms, pollo my croquettes (like a mortzarella cheese stick), olives,  churrasos, calamari, chorizo, etc.  Appetizer heaven. Sorry I didn’t take a pic of it.  All I can say is that it was really quite good. May have to go there again for some seafood paella.

 

Day 2 Germany- Starting Treatment

Germany, Day 2 Starting  treatment

It’s Tuesday. Visit with Dr Sommer and Mariann to find out what’s wrong with me. Liver and kidney, (probably from all the stuff I was eating in Italy) , nervous system, heart, lymphatic system, colon/intestines and there is some kind of screw up with my brain sending messages to the rest of my body.  The only good thing he said is that my resistance is good.  I’m thinking that means my immune system has gotten better.  He asked me what meds I’m taking from Canada and I told him nothing but Xgeva (to fortify my bones) and Zoladex (to stop my periods).  He seemed happy with that.  I asked him if I should keep taking Xgeva because of all the jaw bone necrosis and broken femurs that I’ve been hearing about on mets cancer sites.  He then told me I can stay off Xgeva since I’ve been on it for 4 years.  Not necessary!  No point… I read that shit can stay in your system for 10 years after you’ve taken it.

Hurray! One less shot in the stomach every month!  (4 years = 48 Xgeva shots so far).  Bloody hell!  Glad to do away with it.

image So part of my daily regiment for the next 2 weeks includes being put under a lamp (called the eichotherme) to detox, and to improve my cells and blood circulation. It also gives me Vitamin D with the good ultraviolet light. The instructions are only in German or Italian and the guy talks too fast. I keep having to flip from one side to my stomach then the other side, then 1/2 way to my back and side to side. Good thing we went to the spa yesterday cause I think the guy said don’t have a bath, smoke or drink coffee. No more caffe lattes. Sigh. More ozone treatments, B17 (amygdalin) and other b vitamins eichotherme lamp and colon hydrotherapy to get rid of toxins while I’m here.

Today I had 4 injections, ozone treatment (my own blood + ozone), amygdalin IV (took 5 times to get my IV going because my veins kept collapsing).  Ouuuuuuch!

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Last night Mary and I went to the Caracalla spa.  It was wonderful!  I love that place.  So relaxing… Thermal hot springs.  I slept well when we got home.

Had to take some fizzy alka seltzer stuff before I went to bed in preparation for tomorrow’s colon hydrotherapy.  Apparently I’m full of shit 💩and it needs to come out😚.

Just thought you’d like to know….ha ha ha.

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!