(1) From covid, to long covid, to melanoma, to carcinoma, to amyloid plaque...
The story of my last two years over which time I have gone from reporting the story to being the story.
I am unvaxxed
The story of me
The title is the summary of my health - or sickness - journey over the last two years, since I was hospitalised with what they called “covid” in May/June 2022.
Hospitalisation with “covid”
Whatever disease actually ailed me, it put me into a hospital ICU ward. Every part of me supplied by the vagus nerve had collapsed, my blood oxygen dropped to 80% (hypoxia) and both lungs filled with fluid (double pneumonia). I was put on a drip with antibiotics and some form of anti-inflammatory, and given oxygen via prongs up my nose. All my other symptoms including total digestive shut down were ignored, as was I. I was kept in solitary confinement with no human contact for the duration. The nurses and doctors all ignored ME while they poked and prodded my body and told me nothing. All my vital signs were stable, no deterioration but equally no improvement.
11 days later, I smuggled my own “medicine” into my ICU ward, after which all my symptoms reversed overnight. I regained digestive control, my blood oxygen went up to 90% (still too low but a distinct improvement), and I was breathing more easily although still seriously congested. They detached me from the drip and I could move around freely, only to find that my legs had wasted to almost nothing - no physio was offered during my confinement to bed or after. Now the long road to recovery. I signed myself out against medical advice, believing by now that I would die if I stayed there. Remember it was my own medicine that helped me turn the corner, NOT theirs. Theirs may have kept me alive for longer but was soliciting no improvement.
Once I got home the trouble really started. I developed many of the known symptoms of long covid to the point where my body was almost entirely seized up and I could no longer walk more than a few meters without a walking frame - in the form of a supermarket trolley. I could no longer stand to cook a meal, wash the dishes, or even shower, without regularly sitting or lying down for even just a few moments, to get the blood circulating again. I could no longer walk around the block or along the beach. During the remainder of 2022 I also dealt with a round of shingles, and kept pointing out to my doctors a mole on my arm that was changing. Each different doctor poked it around and said it was “probably OK” until it blew up and showed its true nature as, by now, a very large melanoma. That was the end of 2023. Since then I have been put into every torture machine they have, and those investigations have turned up a carcinoma in my breast and amyloid plaque in my brain.
This is where I am today. Yesterday I got the carcinoma confirmed, but no doctor has the time or interest to treat my lifetime condition prior to the “covid” of Fibromyalgia, or the underlying cause of the long covid. They want to take every single manifestation of ill health as a separate disease, and treat it with a drug. They also want to keep operating on my arm to make sure there is no remnant melanoma, and start slicing my breast open. For the latter I have to authorize that they can progress from a lumpectomy to a partial or total mastectomy before they put me under. So needless to say, I am taking a lot of thinking time at this point. [Edit 27/04/2024, I have found a surgeon who is both a melanoma and breast cancer specialist and who will guarantee that if I agree to lumpectomy before I go under, that is what I will get.]
Doctors no longer want to know me, except as a cash cow
Several GPs have suggested that I move on because they are unable to help me. And put simply, with the current medical paradigm they cannot help me. Their modus operandi is to take every single set of symptoms and treat it as a separate disease. For example, they do not try to treat what even they call by a single name, metabolic syndrome, as a single issue. They try to treat it with separate and very toxic drugs for high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high lipids and fatty liver. And they do that with everything. They are now trying to treat me for all of the above and melanoma and breast cancer. But there are simply not enough hours in a 20 minute consultation to sort any of them out. The only way that all that is ailing me now can be treated is as ONE disease, not as many, and the entire medical system precludes doctors from doing that. I can do that, and will do that from now on, with or without their help.
I am now gambling with my life
I have been following covid and long covid for the last four years, and have kept myself pretty much abreast of the alternative approach to covid and all its associated malaise, as a parasitic disease. That effort may not save my life but I am gambling on it possibly doing so - or at least keeping me healthier until I die.
The doctors can’t and wont help
I found myself telling the doctors, that I did not care what the cancer did if I could not get over the pain, stiffness, weakness brought about by the combination of FMS and long covid - I tried to tell them that my life had ground to a halt and was no longer worth living, under the incessant pressure of muscular-skeletal pain and weakness, from which there appears to be no prospect of relief. They decided, rather than trying to help me with those symptoms, to have me assessed as potentially suicidal - DOH! My life is over, my future is one long spectrum of pain and emotional neglect, of course I am fucking suicidal. Every sane person would be, when looking down the barrel that I am looking down. Fortunately the brain bender they sent me to, agreed with my assessment of my future, and even took me to the web page on voluntary euthanasia, so I knew where to get support from when the time comes. Very pragmatic of her. I have to admit, I was a bit offended. Here I was attention seeking and there she was, telling me that I was welcome to leave any time I like!
I am gambling that what has overtaken my body in two short years is parasites
And, as it happens, I think I do have an alternative. For my lifetime of Fibromyalgia, it had never occurred to me that it could be caused by a parasite. Then the on-line doctors started talking about covid and long covid being parasitic diseases (or at the very least, they were being successfully treated with anti-parasitics). And then cancer was identified as a parasitic disease (following on from the work of Hulda Clarke many years ago), and it occurred to me that I might have a rather spectacular array of different parasitic diseases. Each of these is potentially parasitic:
Fibromyalgia
Type 2 diabetes (that I came out of hospital with)
long covid
shingles (on top of where my melanoma was apparently born)
any and all forms of cancer - I have two different forms that mainstream medicine has to treat separately
and even my most recent shock, amyloid plaques in the brain.
My anti-parasitic treatments so far
I have already put myself through a number of anti-parasitic protocols. I start each a day or two before the full moon, and they each last for 21 days or less, so in the gap before the next full moon, I use the Joe Tippins fenbendazole protocol until the next full moon. I have gone through protocols that have included ivermectin, fenbendazole and artemisinin as the primary anti-parasitic, supported by lots of “secondary” supplements, that help them work better.
I have done two rounds of…
Then I ran out of Ivermectin, which is still illegal in Australia at the doses we require, and gets returned to sender by Australian customs, so I had to move on.
Two rounds of…
I have taken the fenbendazole only protocol twice now until the next full moon at which time I started the liposomal artemisinin.
Currently, one round of…
I have amplified this a little with additional naringin over and above the grapefruit juice that is used to wash the pills down. I am starting a new round of this one today.
I supplement with various natural sources of laetrile, which includes some purple berries, and apricot kernels.
I have also used nicotine patches as recommended by Dr Bryan Ardis to whom I am very thankful. The patches worked to bring my very reluctant brain back into service and they are the reason I can write anything. My brain power is improving noticeably and is giving me cause for hope.
What do the anti-parasitics actually treat?
From following Facebook groups of people using ivermectin or fenbendazole to treat cancer, the pattern that seems to be emerging, is that these treatments work slowly or not at all on large tumours - maybe a bit of shrinkage. Tumours are still there but not growing. The real value of the anti-parasitics is that they seem to halt growth of the parent tumour and stop metastasis. As many tumours are fairly irrelevant in that they are not interfering with any critical bodily function, they are not what kills people. People are killed when they multiply into a gazillion other tumours, one of which does eventually block some critical bodily function. If we can stop the tumour growing any more and stop its metastasis, we will live out our normal life expectancy, with or without the parent tumour being removed. (I read somewhere that shrinking or removing tumours does not increase life expectancy - important for us to realise.)
My current thinking
So my current thinking is that I will gamble my life on anti-parasitics. But as yet, I have not called a halt to mainstream medical intervention. I think it is in my own interest to make this decision as soon as possible so that I can dedicate my mind and my energy to the path most likely to succeed, but I feel I don’t have enough information yet to be confident I am making the right choice.
From here on my writings will be in the form of a diary, for as long as I can manage to keep doing it. This might help others in the same or similar place.
Today Friday 22nd
Cancer treatment in Australia is NOT free.
I am running two lines of enquiry through two different doctors from two different medical clinics, who are referring me to two different specialists in two different regional towns - in my attempt to get two opinions and so do some semblance of “informed consent”.
But cost is going to stop that little game.
Opinion number 1
Yesterday I took a call from one clinic. Their fee is over $300 for the initial consultation, with about $100 refunded by the government. So I have to find $200 to TALK to a cancer surgeon.
Then it will cost me $50.00 twice to get government subsidised patient transport to and from the initial consult and to and from the procedure as it is too far away for me to drive.
The hospitalisation and operation is bulk billed.
But I have to get there first. Total cost so far $300. That means, as a pensioner way below the poverty line, I no longer have the choice between heating or eating. My choice is between both heating and eating and talking to a doctor. That’s my food budget and power budget gone on a single consultation.
I have not yet asked about post operative care. The doctor who made this referral for me is not available for any consultations for 1 month from now (despite other test results that require attention). So I have no-one to discuss this choice with and check out what post operative care they offer, if any.
Opinion number 2
Today I have just taken a call from the second cancer surgeon’s office. The overhead cost for that first consultation is $185 from which $82 dollars will be refunded by the government. So I have to find $103 to TALK to a cancer surgeon. That is better than the first option, at any rate.
I can drive myself to and from that first appointment at a cost of about $20 for petrol. And then probably not much more to get the patient transport to and from the hospital for the procedure. ( A cab will charge me $85.00 each way but local patient transport costs less. )
The hospitalisation and operation will be “bulk billed” (in other words, free).
I have not yet asked about post operative care. I have no idea who is responsible for supporting me post operation, if anyone.
No right to a second opinion
Although I have set in motion the option to get two opinions before I proceed, I cannot afford even one. Maybe I can get an advance from my state pension, to pay for one consultation, but clearly I cannot pay for two. And my choice of surgeons is going to come down to who is the cheapest. Is that any way to make life and death decisions? Who in their right minds accepts the cheapest quote for anything?
What do I do next?
My feeling at this stage is that I will continue to look for a surgeon who will bulk bill (we found someone to bulk bill a biopsy - which was the first challenge - it was going to cost $150 out of pocket but one generous soul agreed to bulk bill.) I loooove begging!
And if I do not find a surgeon who will bulk bill, I will probably bite the bullet, and decide to opt out of everything mainstream now rather than later and so not have a large tumour excised. [Edit 27/04/2024, the surgeon I have found is bulk billing.]
What choice do I have? Sooner or later I have to commit to a path of action that will not include mainstream medicine - its just a matter of how soon.
[Edit 27/04/2024. I have had another PET but no results yet. On the first there were no metastases, just the newly identified breast cancer. If there are no metastases on this second PET, I will have the lumpectomy then continue with preventative treatment, probably for the rest of my life. If there are metastases, I will probably not have the lumpectomy as I will need to be taking the therapeutic dose of something until the metastases are gone. Decision probably made.]
Are you familiar with Dr Philip McMillan?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQrF0sIX7Jc
https://drphilipmcmillan.substack.com/
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p.s. I too was in ICU… my husband cygne was down to 69 and I was told that I would probably die that week (nice hey!) but after 5 days of standard treatment, in the uk, because I would not take remdesivir nor would I go on a ventilator, I was out of ICU! I know the feeling! I even drank my own water in ICU!