My Moms Lung Cancer Treamtment
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A Daughters Story.....I am My Mom in every way, so proud of her, but did I know that one day she would get cancer. Well, the honest answer is no. Until it happens to you or someone you love. It is unmaginable. We forget the little things that matter in our lives. The little things.....
My Moms story starts 4 years ago, when she was diagnosed with stage 3 small cell lung cancer. She was not given many options but if she wanted to survive to take Chemo and Radiation. As most people do and probably 80% of the population we, my Mom did what ever it would take because she wanted to live and see her first grandchild on the way. I was by her side, every step of the way. I watched her face when the specialist told her her chances. I got in my car and balled. I watched Mom receive her first round of Chemo and many more. To see children at the cancer clinic, and my Mom with the IV in her hands. My heart broke. I watched my mom lie on our couch for 6 months. Tired, aching, running to the bathroom, puking. Many days she could barely take a few steps outside, just to get a glimpse of light and fresh air. I watched my moms hair come out in chunks. I buzzed off my own mothers hair. I pencild in her eyebrows. I watched her hold in her tears and fears. I injected her everyday with blood thinners after her third round of chemo, 3 of 4 and than 3 weeks of Radiation. As they missed a blood clot that went up into her lungs. Some days so bruised you didn't even know where to give it anymore. I watched her loose her hearing in one ear and damage to her nerves in ther fingers and feet from the Chemo and I watched her fight. I watched her have her surgery. To have half of her lungs taken out. I watched my mom get better and recouperate. I watched her hold her new Grandson, Daniel. I watched her smile and tears coming down her face in the hospital and days to come I watched her live again. Finally, and I smiled.
Than....I watched her have a benign tumor in her face and need surgery again. Teeth and bones going. I watched her have a hernia that she still hasn't had surgery on, because the doctors choose not to do surgery as she has now decided not to do Chemo and Radiation again. I watched her with a prolapsed bladder. I watched her brake her shoulder this past January at work. I watched her recouperate again. Painful days, but nothing like the Cancer. I watched her try to work hard so she can make extra income to afford at least a few natural pathic treatments. On Disability, but for her its worth every penny to not have pain again.
I saw her face when she was told that her Cancer came back again in July in her upper left lobe. I saw her fear and yet she kept her strength. No Chemo, No Radiation....no more she said. NO MORE!!!
On December 24th of this year...I watched my Moms face as she told me her results from her December 7th scan that the tumor has grown a bit in mass. She put on a strong face, but I knew. I knew she was very scared. What a human body is tolerable of. To live......just to live.
So, today my Mom, who means the world to me, who has given up so much for me over my life time. I have tried to guide her towards a more Natural route. I have tried to seek out many sources, took her where ever I could and she would come with me.
Today, She is doing Natural Pathic treatments. Mom is Drinking Kangen water, which is very high in Antioxidants and is Alkaline. Her Day starts also with Juicing greens. She also takes a Turmeric Supplement, 100% Organic from Japan. She drinks a mushroom Tea and goes for Intrevenous Vitamin C once a week. We were looking into Hydrogen Peroxide therapy and DSA therapy. Also a Salt Cave Wellness Clinic, wher they also do PEMF Therapy. These therapies have shown a drastic improvement in cancer patients. However these treatments would add to her already substantial bills already, that she just can't afford.
I decided I wanted to tell her story. Thank you very much.....perhaps she can help others too in some way. She means the world to me and we will figth.
My Moms story starts 4 years ago, when she was diagnosed with stage 3 small cell lung cancer. She was not given many options but if she wanted to survive to take Chemo and Radiation. As most people do and probably 80% of the population we, my Mom did what ever it would take because she wanted to live and see her first grandchild on the way. I was by her side, every step of the way. I watched her face when the specialist told her her chances. I got in my car and balled. I watched Mom receive her first round of Chemo and many more. To see children at the cancer clinic, and my Mom with the IV in her hands. My heart broke. I watched my mom lie on our couch for 6 months. Tired, aching, running to the bathroom, puking. Many days she could barely take a few steps outside, just to get a glimpse of light and fresh air. I watched my moms hair come out in chunks. I buzzed off my own mothers hair. I pencild in her eyebrows. I watched her hold in her tears and fears. I injected her everyday with blood thinners after her third round of chemo, 3 of 4 and than 3 weeks of Radiation. As they missed a blood clot that went up into her lungs. Some days so bruised you didn't even know where to give it anymore. I watched her loose her hearing in one ear and damage to her nerves in ther fingers and feet from the Chemo and I watched her fight. I watched her have her surgery. To have half of her lungs taken out. I watched my mom get better and recouperate. I watched her hold her new Grandson, Daniel. I watched her smile and tears coming down her face in the hospital and days to come I watched her live again. Finally, and I smiled.
Than....I watched her have a benign tumor in her face and need surgery again. Teeth and bones going. I watched her have a hernia that she still hasn't had surgery on, because the doctors choose not to do surgery as she has now decided not to do Chemo and Radiation again. I watched her with a prolapsed bladder. I watched her brake her shoulder this past January at work. I watched her recouperate again. Painful days, but nothing like the Cancer. I watched her try to work hard so she can make extra income to afford at least a few natural pathic treatments. On Disability, but for her its worth every penny to not have pain again.
I saw her face when she was told that her Cancer came back again in July in her upper left lobe. I saw her fear and yet she kept her strength. No Chemo, No Radiation....no more she said. NO MORE!!!
On December 24th of this year...I watched my Moms face as she told me her results from her December 7th scan that the tumor has grown a bit in mass. She put on a strong face, but I knew. I knew she was very scared. What a human body is tolerable of. To live......just to live.
So, today my Mom, who means the world to me, who has given up so much for me over my life time. I have tried to guide her towards a more Natural route. I have tried to seek out many sources, took her where ever I could and she would come with me.
Today, She is doing Natural Pathic treatments. Mom is Drinking Kangen water, which is very high in Antioxidants and is Alkaline. Her Day starts also with Juicing greens. She also takes a Turmeric Supplement, 100% Organic from Japan. She drinks a mushroom Tea and goes for Intrevenous Vitamin C once a week. We were looking into Hydrogen Peroxide therapy and DSA therapy. Also a Salt Cave Wellness Clinic, wher they also do PEMF Therapy. These therapies have shown a drastic improvement in cancer patients. However these treatments would add to her already substantial bills already, that she just can't afford.
I decided I wanted to tell her story. Thank you very much.....perhaps she can help others too in some way. She means the world to me and we will figth.
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