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On February 12, I had an unusual experience. I had been set up with an appointment to meet with a lady who had helped one of our handymen with cancer. I figured it was not a terrible idea to check it out. If anything, maybe I could add foods to my diet or other advice.

Disclaimer: Before I get comments telling me to beware supplements that could harm my chemo process, I am well aware of that and I research all herbs and supplements before trying them. For other chemo patients, one of my best resources has been the Sloan Kettering app “About Herbs.”

I listened to this lady, let’s call her “X,” for nearly four hours. I should have left within the first ten minutes. I know some people are all for this, but if I go with any sort of naturopathic help, I want someone who will treat me with respect and who is actually knowledgeable about cancer. More on that later.

She mostly spoke about herself and her accomplishments. X had created the cure for malaria, Parkinson’s, Ebola, and saved the Tri-Cities from Ebola by stopping it in Yakima. She will be creating the cure for Coronavirus. She expects to be killed by the government for her coronavirus cure.

Oh yeah. This post absolutely requires memes.

Mexico loved her and wanted her to stay. She had saved a billionaire and his son in Idaho. He offered her something like a million dollars to go on TV to discuss her treatments. She declined Mexico and the Idaho rich man. After all, she is not in this to make money.

X explained the origins of some of today’s diseases. Parkinson’s was created by the Italians, along with the cure. Canada created multiple sclerosis. The United States is spreading cancer via chickens and eggs.

Tyson started injecting things into their chickens that causes cancer. As a company, they are super secretive about what they do to their chicken. However, most companies are secretive about their processes.

Tyson collaborated with McDonald’s to spread their cancer-causing chicken meat. These agents travel from the hens to the eggs, making eggs a carrier and the new chicks are contaminated. Therefore, all chickens and eggs are bad. Just handling chicken meat would allow the cancer-causing salmonella to break the skin barrier and enter the body. Sorry to my chicken peeps.

I would like to point out that that is not how salmonella or skin work. Skin is our barrier to bad things. One should absolutely wash one’s hands before, during, and definitely after handling any raw meat or eggs. Salmonella can make you very sick if you eat raw eggs or meat or if you were to use your hands to eat food without washing them or rub your face without washing your hands. Good hygiene is important.

Salmonella does not contain DMSO or other skin absorbing agents.

Her statements about eggs and chickens were undermined by the fact that her houseplants all had eggshells in the pots.

She went on to speak about fellow researchers who had been killed by various governments. Mostly for cures, one for cleaning a river.

She spoke about going to Guatemala to help people. This is admirable. I can get behind helping those who are struggling. It’s really the only admirable thing about this whole experience.

After about 2.5 hours of hearing of her accomplishments, research on chickens, and murders, she finally turned her attention to me.

“What type of cancer do you have?”

“Metastatic breast cancer, stage IV.”

“Oh! That is fine. I have cured people with stage V breast cancer.”

There is no stage V breast cancer. For a researcher, she was lacking a lot of very basic knowledge. This comment infuriated me. I am at the end of the breast cancer spectrum. I do not like to be taken lightly.

X went on to explain how cancer starts in the body. “Cancer always starts in the brain. It then goes to the breast. It is a virus.”

Wait. What?

So, admittedly, there is a lot that is unknown about cancer. Why it starts, for instance. There are a lot of thoughts: diet (chickens!!!!), environment, exposure to poisons and radiation, and more. Some of these have been proven as true.

What is not true is that comment on cancer starting in the brain. If it were, everyone with cancer would have metastatic brain cancer. My cancer started in my breast. Cancer is not a virus. Cancer cells are mutated cells. In my case, it mutated my breast cells. Those cancer cells then spread to my bones.

X insistently tells me, “The cancer virus then goes into your lymph nodes and can spread from there.” This was actually a true statement. She takes out a crystal to figure out where my cancer is in my breast. I was too dumbfounded by this point to tell her that my cancer was no longer in my breast. She made her own assumptions and was too intent on running with them.

“Ah! It is here and here.” She pointed to both sides of my left breast. Now, I had told her earlier that my cancer had started in my left breast and was not in my right breast. It wasn’t like she had to look too hard.

“And you did not have a mastectomy! Very good for you.” I decided not to tell her that a mastectomy would have been no help for me.

“I will now use energy to see your cancer better. This energy comes from God. I am not an evil witch.” Ok. So most of you know that I like crystals and energy. Multiple religions use them. Also, witches are neither good nor evil, just people.

“Oh. Your cancer has started to spread to your lymph nodes from your breast. It is very good at this moment, but it must be taken care of. However, your liver is not very good.” My cancer skipped right over the lymph nodes and went straight to my bones. The lymphs are clear, apart from the edema on my right side and that is just fluid that has started to drain to my heart to be filtered out. I had to learn how to massage that out – but that is a story for another day. She was actually spot on about my liver. My last treatment had failed miserably and I had many tumors on my liver. My new treatment seems to be working very well and I have high hopes that my next CT scan will show a prettier liver.

“I can get rid of your cancer and I have a cleanse that will help your liver.” I realized that she thought I had poisoned my liver with some heavy partying or something along those lines. It couldn’t be from my cancer that is “not that bad.”

“I will give you some instructions and you must follow them or it will not work. Are you willing to give up chemo to start my treatment?”

Me: “No. I am not willing to stop my chemo.” She was actually taken aback by my response. She had really thought I would do this. I guess she had spent a lot of time telling me why doctors are bad and maybe expected me to just be shepherded into her program. “Why do you think this chemo is working for you? You have said you have been on seven different chemos, why would you think it is working?” I told her that my labs tell me it is working. X responded, “What about scans? What would your scans say?” I told her that I had just had three sessions with my new treatment and was not ready for scans at this time.

She started to talk to my mother-in-law, B, instead of me. As if B could make me ditch the poison that is keeping me alive. She already made it clear that she thought I was stupid, now she was becoming downright disrespectful. She talked to B about her treatments that she would still give me copies of. However, I should not do them until my chemo treatments are done. “How many more treatments do you have with this chemo?” “Until it stops working.”

She was so frustrated by this point. She really does not have any true understanding of MBC. “Why have you been in treatments so long? Why are you on this chemo that has no end?” I was just quiet. She wouldn’t really listen to me, anyway. She was a “great researcher,” after all. I was a nobody who didn’t understand my own illness.

She gave me papers on her treatment. Yes, she treats all cancers in the same manner. Because all cancer starts in the brain, therefore it can all be treated in the same manner. I was to begin a vegan diet with all organic fruits and vegetables. For my liver, I was to fast for two days and use a cleanse made with distilled water and lots of lemons. Then do a coffee enema. This would also make me poop out the chemo and the cancer.

For anyone who might not know, I suffered from cancer-induced anorexia. It took a long time to get my eating back in order. I am not going to fast anytime soon. I don’t eat a lot of meat, but I depend on eggs and cheese for protein, especially in the morning. I will make vegan and vegetarian dinners, but I have no intention of becoming either. I have enough issues with not being able to taste food that I am not willing to give up the things that I can taste.

Coffee will never go up my ass. If you do the enemas, I don’t really care. I won’t.

We thanked her and left. After four hours. Poor B was so chilled that her Reynaud’s had turned her fingers purple. I told her she should have mentioned something and we could have left earlier. It was a relief to both of us to skedaddle.

The next day, she sent a text to my father-in-law, J. “I am so sorry that your daughter is not willing to stop the chemo that is poisoning her.” It was a very long text about my mistakes in believing and liking my oncologist, how I was being swindled into thinking the poison would save me, yet I had been on 7 chemos and none of them had worked. I should explain that I had said I had been on about 7 treatments, not all were chemo. She just didn’t listen to it.

I had realized as she was talking to me that she was displaying narcissistic tendencies with manipulative speaking. Speaking to my in-laws instead of to me really brought that into the light. She wanted them to believe her program would be better and she seemed to think they could convince me. I have my own mind and my own ideas. I have also done way more research on my own cancer than she has done on cancer at all.

I really was hoping for some decent alternative ideas that I could do along with my chemo. This was the most disappointing 4 hour experience of my life. At least I can tell stories of the Crazy Chicken Lady.

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