And I'm trying, I'm trying! I'm taking the fucking chemo. It's awful, not to mention the requisite body modifications (aka my little friend.) But I'm doing the thing the doctors recommend.
Of course I know about tumeric. Stuff's nasty, but one dear friend is making me down it in olive oil by the shot glass. Sloane Kettering even makes some small arguments for its use. Not totally spurious. I'm interested in Metformin (a diabetes drug)'s apparently positive results with certain cancers and I'm going to approach my doctor about it this week. I might even try sour sop, for the same reasons as turmeric, albeit slightly shadier. It's not just that Snopes has declared the Graviola cancer cure UNDETERMINED.
Yes, I've heard about magnets, acupuncture, marijuana as miracle cures. And the crystals! This site has twenty-six cancer-curing crystals it's quick to hawk, right after the shocking disclaimer, "I am not a doctor / this is not medical advice."
The most important thing I can do right now is eat, eat, eat (the sad mushy fare I'm allowed) and sleep, sleep, sleep (because my body and morphine conspire against me and because it's good for me anyway). I'm doing the chemo, I'm gathering second opinions, I'm trying out all the home remedies with any semblance of gravitas. I believe I can at the very least improve my odds for longevity.
I'm trying. Do I think I'll win? Ask me a year ago.
|Me, a year ago.|