- One arm was offered for a blood test to a female nurse, the other to a male doctor. Guess which one?
- Organic Apple Cider Vinegar – one of my new additions to my daily diet
- Alkalife, Alkaline Water all the way from the World Heritage Listed Blue Mountains Cavern, sourced in Belmont Road, Randwick, Sydney
Day 4, October 15, 2015
The days since my diagnosis surprised me immensely. I can’t remember when I have last laughed so much, been hugged so much and had more wonderful surprises, visits and outpourings of love and prayer. I have been harmonized twice by my lovely angels and offered many treatments and advice. I can honestly attest that I have not had one negative thought or feeling and sleep like a baby. There is no pain, just the itchiness around my ankles (which has been there for about a year). The protruding belly just feels like I am 4 – 5 months pregnant, sometimes it even feels like there is a baby kicking in there.
I can laugh about everything now, even when lovely husband Josef told our friends last night, “Barbara is going to have an autopsy tomorrow”, until he remembered that he was going to announce my biopsy.
A friend of mine had cautioned me to do the biopsy, as she had heard that it might possibly spread the cancer. I thought that I would email Dr. Rodrigo Rodrigues at the clinic in Mexico (firstname.lastname@example.org), where I am still considering to go to after all the testing is done and find out. It was my first contact with them and it came as a surprise when 30 minutes after my email, a doctor from that clinic called me and said, ‘Yes, you have to do the biopsy. It’s the only way you’ll know for sure what type of lymphoma you have – and we need that information to give you our recommendation.’ When I asked about the possible spreading, she said, ‘Well, when it’s in your lymph glands, it cannot spread any further. It’s already there.’ How reassuring – I had to laugh again.
Meeting with my Haematologist
Haematology: the branch of medical science concerned with diseases of the blood and blood-forming tissues
Today, at the POW (Prince of Wales Hospital, NOT Prisoner of War) in Randwick, I met Dr Edelherz (changed his name for obvious reasons), thinking that he’ll be initiating the remaining tests required to get a clear diagnosis. Yet, he only did a local examination, concluded that in his expert opinion it was a follicular non-hodgkin lymphoma, possibly Stage 3 (‘but don’t quote me’), yet only the biopsy will tell for sure. No, of course the biopsy couldn’t be done that day, he’d have to call a surgeon to book me in and he’d only look at me and find an easy lymph node to extract and then give me another date for the surgery. ‘In any case’, I was told ‘you are lucky that this is treatable with chemo’. He made it sound like he’d be giving me a bag of lollies and the cancer will disappear; ‘of course it can come back, possibly after five years and then we just hit it again with more chemotherapy.’ Josef, who came it at that time, dared to question if there was an alternative to chemotherapy, at which he received this look of utter disbelief at his ignorance and patronizingly slowly he asked, ‘and what alternative did you have in mind?’ I wouldn’t give him any clue and he said that there was NOTHING out there, that was proven to do the job. ..Oh, and another ‘good’ thing: According to this blood specialist, there is no need to change anything in ones life, not the diet or stress or emotional or work.
I found the whole experience rather amusing and there to confirm that I will find my own way.
After leaving enough blood samples to satisfy my little ‘Vampire doctor’, we went to buy the alkaline water and drove home.