CHERYL HAS SIX WEEKS TO CURE HER CANCER WITH ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE OR FACE BREAST REMOVAL SURGERY IF IT DOESN’T WORK
Cheryl’s surgery is already scheduled for mid April 2016. She booked it as far out as was safe, to give my health supplement treatment as much time as possible to work. She has a great fear of going under the knife and coming out with fewer parts than she went in with. Or maybe not coming out at all. It happens.
Her name isn’t really Cheryl. She is a real person, and everything else written here about her is true. I promise anyone who comes to me for help, especially with cancer, that they can go through the treatment anonymously. Cheryl does not want her family, friends, or church to know. She believes that sharing it would make everything harder on her. She doesn’t like a lot of fuss. She will tell them when it’s over. I have agreed to honor her wish.
Cheryl is 5’2.” In her 60s. Blue-eyed and buxomy with blond hair to her waist. She’s smart, independent, quick witted, and practical. She gives a lot of sass and likes to flirt. She is rock solid dependable with a strong work ethic. She likes to play by the rules and wants others to do the same. When she smiles her eyes twinkle.
Cheryl drives a red 1969 Mustang. She speeds so often in her convertible that the police in her small town have taken to mailing her the speeding ticket rather than chasing her down, which she seems to enjoy a bit too much for their tastes.
Cheryl has no children but she loves babies and often helps new mothers in town without being asked. Besides bartending she supports herself by operating a home beauty salon. Apparently, women really do tell their hairdressers everything, because if you want to know anything about anybody in town, just ask Cheryl.
I have known Cheryl for five years, since the recession washed me out financially. Some friends in her town offered me their house while they were gone, to try to help me get back on my feet.
I didn’t have to worry about rent for a while, but essentially I was broke and homeless. I took a job as a server at a local country club, hoping to stir up some cash flow. Cheryl was bar manager. I had never worked in a restaurant or bar. Since I had eaten out a million times in my life, I figured I could fake it.
I was wrong.
My first hour I let an $80 cash tab walk out the door. The guy winked at me as he left. I smiled back, and told him to come again, thinking it was my great service. Later, I gave a burger plate to a vegetarian member, and ice-cream to someone who had ordered breakfast. Things got worse after that.
Unshed tears were burning my eyes when at the end of my shift-from-hell the manager said he needed to talk to me in his office. He wasn’t going to fire me, he said, because I worked hard and everyone seemed to like me. But I lacked a sense of “urgency” and for that he didn’t think I would make it.
Cheryl was waiting outside the door when I came out. She patted my back and promised that things would get better. They didn’t. The next day was even worse and involved a lot of broken china. I could see the manager rethinking his decision to keep me on.
But suddenly, every time I was about to make a mistake Cheryl would appear out of nowhere, at my elbow, to stop me. She took responsibility for me, to make sure I succeeded. With her help I stayed on long enough to get promoted four times and get a nice apology from the manager.
THE CANCER
Most people who interact with me personally end up using supplements for their ails. I don’t try, I swear, but it always seems to work out that way. It was no different with Cheryl. So when she called to tell me she had cancer, she had already put herself on a good regimen for defeating it, based on what I’d already told her about inflammation.
Cheryl has had a couple of biopsies, as her doctor wanted to monitor the cancer’s progress. Among other vitamins, she has been taking 100 Beta Carotene softgels each morning with breakfast. The high dose of Beta Carotene helped explain her pathologist’s comment after her most recent biopsy.
He said, “You know what? I am no longer impressed with your tumor, Cheryl.” He must have seen the look of puzzlement on her face, because he went on to say that it wasn’t a “healthy” tumor anymore. Unlike the earlier biopsies, this flesh had fallen apart, lost its structure, while he was trying to study it.
Cheryl and I attribute this tumor destabilization and loss of integrity to the Beta Carotene that she is taking. But 100 a day are not enough to defeat cancer, only slow it down. Cheryl’s dose is higher than that now.
Cheryl had cancer about 20 years ago. At that time, she used large doses of blue green algae, a potent source of anti-oxidants, to cure it. This knowledge of how well anti-oxidants worked, coupled with the pathologist’s comment now, only strengthened Cheryl’s resolve to try the natural way first. Everything else I have told her about wellness turned out to be true. So, with chin up and fingers crossed she’s going forward.
I will write regular blogs updating you with Cheryl’s progress. The next blog will contain details about her exact treatment.
Each of the entry blogs will give you bite-sized explanations about where cancer comes from. How it starts and proceeds. Why all cancers can be treated in the same way no matter where they are located. Why such huge amounts of Beta Carotene are necessary to defeat cancer once and for all. Why cancer is a numbers game. Why cancer is easier to cure and avoid than the common cold. Why the medical industry will never ever “solve” the cancer mystery.
At the end, hopefully you will have a clearer picture of the answers to these questions, and Cheryl will have a cancer free body.
Please stay tuned and let us hear from you if you have comments or questions.
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