Naturally, my first feelings were to completely ignore it and hope it would go away and resolve itself. After intermittent heavy bleeding I decided to go and see my local doctor, he conducted some tests and asked me to come back when he had the results.
Several days later, he called me in to the office, asked me to be seated and presented me with something I just did not want to hear. “Peter” he said, “I’m afraid I have some rather bad news for you, you have a 3 inch malignant tumor in the bowel”.
He went on to say that the growth was large and aggressive. It began to pierce through the bowel wall and was taken up by the lymph glands.
The Doctor Gave me 18 Months to Live!
When I asked, what could be done? He said there was a lot that medical science today could do. The first thing to do was to book me in for surgery as soon as possible to remove the initial growth. This would be followed by chemotherapy, and radiotherapy to “mop up the possible spread of the cancer”.
As the conversation continued, I asked him how successful this was all going to be, and if that would actually fix the problem? With rather a blank face, he went on to say that he was afraid the cancer was too advanced and although medicine could give me some time, it could not save my life.
I asked “Well, how long do you think I may have before the cancer overtakes me?” He said that he really wouldn’t like to say, but he believed approximately 18 months, maybe 2 years was possible.
My Feelings at this point in time were in describable.
I was enjoying my life and all of a sudden it comes to a final stop. How could this possibly happen? What had I done? Was there an answer? There was a deep, deep sensation of finality. Everything I was familiar with and cherished had come to an end.So the options were to accept my doctor’s prognosis, go ahead with the procedures and claw out some months, or to do nothing, enjoy myself and to pass on. Not much of a choice at all. Of course my first preference was to go along with the medical side and hope that something would turn around and save my life. I might be one of the lucky ones.
I was booked for surgery in the next few weeks…but a friend of mine told me that they might be another option. By this time, so many sympathetic friends had told me of supplements, herbs, foods and the like. But this all seems so experimental, and although I was nice about it, none of them seemed to understand that I was dying. Perhaps it was out of desperation that I listened to this particular friend, who seemed so sure.
With assurance, told me that bowel cancer is completely reversible. How convinced was I? Perhaps about 20%, but that was better than nothing!
It was explained that although a reversal was not instant. It was achievable. I had nothing to lose. So I began the program and after a few adjustments and getting used to things, everything seemed to work.
It was apparent that in order to beat this cancer, I had to be consistent. Every day had to be a new day and the program was to remain strict. It was explained that the cancer was expected to gradually shrink and that this was a process that had to be taken steadily. If the process happens immediately, the cancer would die far too quickly, and that would be highly detrimental to me.
Approximately 10 months later…
After many abdominal sensations, and a few trials, that is exactly what happened. The cancer came through as a scab like growth, and finally I knew I was free of it. That was many years ago now. I have shared my experience with many others, and referred them back to those that helped me. I have also become very curious about their methods and this book is a direct report on the philosophy, strategies, methods and outcomes of what I have personally witnessed and am a direct benefactor.