I’m Good!


Dear Friends,

Great news!  Just got my letter back from Germany with the results of my urine sample (which I have to send every 3 months for analysis).  I’m good! 

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Usually I get a list of problems like metabolism, lymph nodes, arthritis, toxicity, compromised immune system or something going on with my liver, kidney, stomach, or intestines…but not this time, I’m clear!  Hurray! 

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That explains why I am feeling so fantastic.  I have never felt this good in over 8 years.  I finally feel like a “normal” human being.  Now I just have to exercise more.  Trying to walk 10,000 steps a day and have just downloaded Pokeman Go to give me something to do as I pound the pavement!


Thank you to those who have written me to ask me how I was doing.  I have neglected my blog since I got back from Germany because I was doing a lot of fun stuff.  I am going to write a bit about that now.  I think I’d better show lots of pics rather than do too much writing or I’ll never get caught up!

Time to get started….

maria

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Call 911! He has A knife!

“Get Out! Get Out!” the woman behind the counter screamed at the man in the kitchen when Frack and I entered the nearby Fish & Chips Store.

Stunned I wasn’t really sure what to do as I slowly neared the counter keeping a close eye on the guy she was yelling at. The woman asked me what I wanted to order. I said, “Should I be leaving?” “No,” she answered, vhadd u vant?” Hesitantly I said, “My son would like a grill cheese sandwich with fries and gravy”.

She took my money and then proceeded to yell at the guy in the back…. “I told you to Get Out!”. An older couple quickly came to the counter, paid for their food and escaped as things (large blue plastic lids) started to fly in the back. More shouting from the lady. “I told you to GET OUT!  I am the owner of the store and I want you to leave.”   Then she turned to the rest of us in the store and told us to call 911 and that he threatened her with a knife.

There was a table near the window with three old men. I really doubted they had a phone. One of them asked her if the guy in the back was her husband. “He is NOT my husband, call 911, he threatened me with a knife”.

I then quietly told her I was going outside and I was going to call the police. Got Frack who was looking behind his back in case the guy decided to come after us. Once outside, I took out my cell phone and called 911.  Yes Claire, after badgering me to get a phone, it was put to good use.  I was surprised to be on hold for a while.

Finally a dispatcher answered and asked what was needed. “The police,” I answered. I proceeded to tell the man what was happening as two of our students from Frack’s school left the convenience store and attempted to enter The Fish & Chips place. “Stop!  Don’t go in there!” Get away from the door! He looked at me baffled and said, “But I bought some food from there!” “You can’t go in there right now”, I told him as I ushered them away from there.

I apologized to the dispatcher and made sure the kids could hear me say there was a possibility of a man with a knife threatening the woman owner. The dispatcher asked me if it was her husband. I said “No” and that I thought it was an employee. I did not see a knife, but he was in the back kitchen. The dispatcher asked me what he looked like. He is about 5’6″, Chinese, and he is wearing a dark blue t-shirt and jeans …just as the guy left the restaurant and walked to a white SUV. That was handy. I was asked what the licence plate number was but I was too far to see or take a pic with my phone.

Once he left the parking lot and was far gone we went back into the restaurant where the two school kids quickly got their food and left.

I told the woman I called the police and she thanked me. Frack started eating. Ten minutes later 3 cop cars and 4 very big policemen arrived. “It’s about time” I overheard one of the old gentlemen say.

I went outside and told them I was the one who telephoned them and the guy left. I think they were happy about that. I wouldn’t want to handle a guy with a knife either.  Mary’s daughter is a cop and she said they hate going to domestic dispute calls the most.

The police started questioning her. Apparently the guy was her boyfriend and it was her car he took.

I called the school to tell them what happened. I think I may have scared them to death when I yelled at them not to go in there. I’m sure they had a great story to tell when they got back to school.  Went to school to make sure everything was alright.  Frack told me I got the kids names wrong so I wanted to get that straightened out.  Way too many kids with the first letter “J”.

I then went to meet my retired buddies for lunch and had a nice glass of wine!  Cheers!  My first glass since Europe!  And boy I needed it!  Besides things would just not seem right eating with Mary and not drinking some wine.

P.S.  I have 2 more blogs I need to post when I have time. Our arrival to Toronto from Frankfurt was almost as dramatic as today!  That’s two trouble incidences.  You know what that m

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McLandress ya left before I could ask the waiter to get a picture of all of us!  Next time!  We missed you Claire!

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 5 Heidelberg

Day 5 Heidelberg

imageToday was my short day. Lampadina, 4 injections and a colon hydrotherapy and then I was FREE! Hooray! Off we went to one of my favourite places in Germany…Heidelberg.

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It’s just so breathtakingly beautiful. The ruins of a old castle which was bombed by France.

 

 

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I got some really cool spooky pictures too!

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I think I want to take a photography course now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On our way to Stuttgart, we encountered so much traffic (construction), we ended up just going back home to Baden-Baden where I made some pasta with (sp?) aili oglio (olive oil from Firenze, sundries tomatoes, hot pepper from Italy, and garlic).

Driving to some castles near Munich tomorrow.

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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.

 

Germany Day 1 (Diagnosis)

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

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


Day 1  Diagnostic Tests

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I start treatment tomorrow.

Day 7 Venice: Gondola Ride, Here We Come!

Venice Day 7
imageYou have to check out these locks on our apartment doors. Am I missing something or is the security measures a little bit excessive?  Seven locks?

Lord help us if there is a fire in this place. I might as well jump out a window before I could figure out how to get out of this place with all these locks.

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I cut my hair before I went on this trip. This is what happens after you wash it.

Just so you know. I look like a troll.

I do not give anyone premission to take this or any other photo or written work on my blog to use for there own purposes.  I hereby claim my own copyright.

All I need is for this photo to go viral.  (Well…at least I could make some money off of it so I could travel some more and pay for my cancer treatment!).  That would be good.
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imageWe took a sort of hop on hop off water boat and started exploring. Our first stop was called Ca’d’Oro. The gallery was small and had the most beautiful balcony. I got some great pictures there. The light reflecting from the floor was really neat. I think Mary should get these pics of her framed!

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I think I want to take a photography course. Loved the way the light shone on the floor in all those cool patterns.

One of my favourite paintings at this place.

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We travelled on the Grand Canal again and got off at Santa Maria Della Salute (mother Mary’s Church). Salute means health. I was in the right place to say a few prayers for me, some sick friends and those who passed. The church was built in honour of the Virgin Mary for casting out the plague in Venice.

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Next on my list for sights to visit was the Punta Della Dogana. I really wanted to get this next shot for my post, but atlas it was not meant to be. Apparently the flying donkey with his head stuck in the hole of wall can only be seen after this Sunday. I’ll be in Germany by then. Disappointed I didn’t get to see the real McCoy,  but what can you do?  You must go on, despite disappointments. So for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture out of the book (Fodors 25 Best – Venice) which Bobo gave me before we left. Thank heavens for the book or I wouldn’t have found my way around Venice and I wouldn’t have known about the jackass without it. And for you, my loyal readers, here’s a pic of it from the travel book.

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We made our way to the Basilica di San Marco where we were swarmed by pigeons!  I laughed.  If my cousin Bru was here with me she would be running in the other direction screaming her head off.  After watching a scary Alfred Hitchcock movie about birds, she has a thing about black birds.

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Time to eat! Decided it would be a good idea to try some Seafood! Yum!  A white wine with a seafood platter for two and an order of Rigatoni with Gorgonzola Sauce (Mary’s new favourite cheese).

Simply Delicious!!!

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After that, I was in a rush  to fulfil a lifelong dream of mine… to take a gondola ride in Venice.
It was a rip off, but I was on a quest and I was determined.
We were the last gondola out because the weather was starting to change.

Alex, our driver, was a bit Standoffish, I think.  He wanted $80 euros ($120 cdn) for 1/2 hour.  For an extra $60, he would provide us with a commentary about the buildings (like where Galileo lived).

Forget that.  Already saw where Michelangelo lived and it wasn’t that exciting.  Galileo would have to be there alive, in person, for me to really want to pay an extra $60 bucks for it.

The sea was getting choppy and it was getting really windy.  It was hard for him to maneuvere the boat and we had to lean sideways to go through a narrow bridge.  Out gondola was elaborate (black and gold) and was used for special occasions…like people getting married.  A sunset gondola ride would have been lovely, but we had to get back on our train to get to our Florence apartment.

Wait I forgot to eat a gelato today.

It’s 9:00 p.m. Not too late to get one!  That’s on my bucket list too…one gelato every day while I’m in Italy!

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Cheers from Venice everyone!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day Uno in Rome!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Dr. Phobia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YIPPEEEE!

Italy here I come.  Germany, you too. 

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

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

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