07-11-2017, 11:28 AM
Stage 3 brain cancer is probably too far gone for diet to help.
When I was diagnosed with an untreatable kind of Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma over 20 years ago, I bought a juicer and started mixing and drinking the most toxic shit.
I'd put raw onions, garlic, turnips, beets, spinach and whatever else I could think of all togther and I didn't care what it tasted or looked like. It was nasty, nasty shit. It would literally tear my eyes up.
Not saying that helped me, but that's what I did. I was pretty young and I was afraid.
The cancer was never treated (beyond removal of a lymph node in my groin area) and I quit going to my oncologist and my doctor about 2 months after I was diagnosed. I just didn't see the point, plus I really didn't want to know - because it scared me too much.
They told me the cell type I had was virtually not treatable and that they really could only manage symptoms, but that it was slow growing... with a catch. The cell type could change into a very aggressive type that could kill me very fast. There was (and I assume still is) an egg-sized mass in my liver. I think I still have my body scans somewhere....
A couple of months after I quit going to the doctor I began to have panic attacks. I didn't even know what those were before, but I had to be driven to the emergency room from work the first time. They put me on some kind of anti-depressant for the panic attacks, and I quit taking those almost right away too. I got to the point that I was afraid to go anywhere, but I still fought it and I did power through it. I never even missed a day of work from any of it ... but it was a very hard time for me.
Not sure why I just rambled on about all of that.... maybe it could help someone in some way though.
When I was diagnosed with an untreatable kind of Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma over 20 years ago, I bought a juicer and started mixing and drinking the most toxic shit.
I'd put raw onions, garlic, turnips, beets, spinach and whatever else I could think of all togther and I didn't care what it tasted or looked like. It was nasty, nasty shit. It would literally tear my eyes up.
Not saying that helped me, but that's what I did. I was pretty young and I was afraid.
The cancer was never treated (beyond removal of a lymph node in my groin area) and I quit going to my oncologist and my doctor about 2 months after I was diagnosed. I just didn't see the point, plus I really didn't want to know - because it scared me too much.
They told me the cell type I had was virtually not treatable and that they really could only manage symptoms, but that it was slow growing... with a catch. The cell type could change into a very aggressive type that could kill me very fast. There was (and I assume still is) an egg-sized mass in my liver. I think I still have my body scans somewhere....
A couple of months after I quit going to the doctor I began to have panic attacks. I didn't even know what those were before, but I had to be driven to the emergency room from work the first time. They put me on some kind of anti-depressant for the panic attacks, and I quit taking those almost right away too. I got to the point that I was afraid to go anywhere, but I still fought it and I did power through it. I never even missed a day of work from any of it ... but it was a very hard time for me.
Not sure why I just rambled on about all of that.... maybe it could help someone in some way though.
