My Tiaong patient: … not that it’s been a breeze

Before anything else.  I got on ASI’s case when the family had given up, naipasa-Diyos na. Her breast cancer was all flared up already. It had been 10 months since a fine needle aspiration biopsy was done. And 9 months since she had the first of 3 (of a 6-cycle chemotherapy ordered by the oncologist) that wasn’t followed up for lack of funding.

This alternative management of ASI is a first for me. She’s actually the first patient I’m doing a full-blast alternative management on, guided only by what Dr.Navarro did for Mama and Dr. Kelley’s ecological therapy detailed in his book One Answer to Cancer along with the 3 Cancer Control Journal interviews featured in their July/August 1973 issue. Continue reading

My Tiaong patient: breast cancer, stage 4

I have a patient now in Tiaong, stage 4 breast cancer. My brother Butch, an internist, gave her 2 to 6 months, told her husband so, and then referred her to me for alternative management.

I saw her on July 5. She was really really in bad shape then, could hardly get up from her hammock, the only place she could lie back on. Her right breast to axilla (armpit) to underside of upper arm and back to just over the shoulder was one big ugly stone-hard lump with scattered tumors of different sizes. The nipple was displaced to the side under the axilla. Below where the nipple should have been was a bunch of grape-like vesicles with foul-smelling ooze. And there was a large oblong reddish-blue tomato-sized lump just below her collarbone, and another one of about the same size on the top of her head. Continue reading

My Mother Survived Cancer Without Chemotherapy

Mama was 60 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, stage IV.  She was irradiated only twice, had no chemotherapy whatsoever, but she lived for another 27 years!

Her left breast was hard as stone, with orange-peel skin, and retracted nipple when she had a radical mastectomy in 1973.  With all her lymph nodes positive, she was irradiated immediately, straight from the operating room, and then again, early the following morning, in spite of explicit instructions to the contrary. That was the extent of my mother’s orthodox treatment.  When asked how much time she had, the surgeon said he couldn’t give her a year, or a month…

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