This is Part Three of My Journey Series. You can also read Part One: Diagnosed with Cancer and Part Two: The Mastectomy

The Cancer Center

Two weeks after my mastectomy, it was time to go to the cancer center. I had appointments with both the radiologist and the oncologist.

But first, I must tell you about the most depressing place on Earth. It’s the antithesis of Disney World. It’s the place you dread and hope never to see.

My particular cancer center is located in the underground level of the hospital. They call it the “Terrace” level, but really it’s the dungeon. So Steve (my husband) and I walked to the elevator and selected the down button. You know, where they used to put the morgue.

The doors opened to a cavernous large waiting room filled with people. We approached the check in counter and signed in. The counter had a large bowl of candy for the patients. Sugar. Cancer’s favorite food. We chose our seats and waited.

I had plenty of time to indulge in one of my favorite things, people watching. But people watching here was terrifying and heartbreaking. I saw cancer patients in various stages of their own battle. Many of them had no hair, were skin and bones and wrapped in layers of clothes. Others were unbelievably bloated. Many were elderly, and some were all alone. I squeezed Steve’s hand and thanked God for the millionth time in the past 40 years for giving this sweet man to me.

My name was called and off I went to the Lab. They drew 13 tubes of blood. Note to self: hydrate in days leading up to blood work to help my blood flow easier.

The radiologist

I went back to see the radiologist. He had studied my lump and said I did not need radiation. In my mind , I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, showering him with thanks. In actuality I returned to the waiting room.

The oncologist

What seemed like hours later (patience is not my thing), we went back to the exam room to meet the oncologist. Dr C was a tall fit man about 15 years my junior. There was a whole presentation ready for us, complete with an interactive large touchscreen TV/computer thing. He talked so fast and covered so much that my head was abuzz.

I signed off on an ONCO Genetics test to send the blob (pet name for my tumor) to be further tested. We rescheduled a followup visit to determine his recommendations based on the ONCO test results. When he asked if we had any questions I said,

“I won’t do chemo. Will you still treat and monitor me?”

He said he would.

Round 2

On the next visit to the Cancer Center Dr. C told us that the ONCO test had revealed that my chances of recurrence was 6%, IF I took Aromatase Inhibitors (AI), which he recommended along with IV transfusions to prevent the AI from destroying my bones. He explained that the Cancer Center had it’s own pharmacy and they would fill the prescription and mail it to me or my regular pharmacy. He cautioned me not to research AI’s online or it would scare me.


So of course I went home to research. Yikes. AIs are pretty detrimental to your body. But the pills arrived and I felt I should try them. I tried them twice and threw them up both times. I called his office and told the nurse to cancel the IV infusions and to tell Dr. C that I wouldn’t be taking the AIs anymore.

About this time, I began to notice Dr. C starring on the Cancer Center’s commercials. He seemed so kind and talked about his desire to care for cancer patients and how much compassion he feels for his patients.

Round 3

The third visit with Dr. C came along and after I made my contribution of more vials of blood, I headed back to the exam room. After giving him a list detailing my natural protocol, listing all the supplements, the new diet and detox plan, he read it briefly and put it aside.

My husband asked him what causes breast cancer and his reply?

“Being a woman.”

I. Kid. You. Not.

We tried to talk to him about his views on nutrition and toxins contributing to cancer and he then said, “Well, really it’s that and about 8 other things that contribute to cancer.”

He wanted to try me on another AI in the hopes my body could take it. I told him I wasn’t willing to take them. He said the 6% recurrence rating was only valid if I was on AIs for 5 years. Apparently all bets were off if I didn’t take them. He had very little else to say and he seemed cold and apathetic towards me. He said he’d see me again in 4 months.

I left feeling like he was my adversary instead of my healer. I was seriously bummed and dreaded seeing him again.

Round 4

On my next visit to the Cancer Center, after the regular blood taking, Dr. C entered the exam room and sat down. He seemed to have nothing to say and that riled me. I tried to engage him in conversation but he remained stoic. Time to change oncologists but I wanted to be honest with him first, just to be fair.

Time for a heart-to-heart

“Dr C, I’ve been seeing a lot of your commercials on tv” I said. “They’re good. But I wonder, where is your compassion for me? I’ve given you a complete list of everything I am doing to combat cancer. You’ve witnessed my weight loss, my good health and gotten great results on my cancer markers in the blood work. You know I’ve chosen to fight cancer naturally. You told me on our first visit that you’d still support and monitor me. ” I put my hand on his arm and waited.

“It’s not you,” he said. “I don’t leave this room and roll my eyes at you. I’m frustrated with myself. I worry that I haven’t made it clear to you that your cancer can come back. I hope that I’ve made every effort to convince you to do what I believe will keep you well. There are no studies to indicate that you can cure cancer naturally. “

“Doc, you have. I respect your opinion and education and I need you to keep monitoring my blood work,” I said.

“But I have a problem with big pharma and their greed-motivated studies,’ I continued. “The very studies that you depend on, are the one’s that I don’t trust. I cannot make myself take medicine to inhibit estrogen, that often causes uterine cancer and life long diseases . Current treatments don’t kill the mother cells of cancer. If they cure cancer, why does the cancer death rate continue to increase? “

We came to an understanding that day

When I see his commercials now, I smile. Even if we are on opposing sides of the argument, at least we understand each other and will each do our best.

Our plan now is to check my blood every few months to watch for recurrence and new cancers. I don’t think he will pressure or shun me if I don’t follow his recommendations anymore. And I won’t need to find a new oncologist.

A Note on Studies

Each of my doctors have told me, “The studies show that…” or “Studies don’t show that…”

I ask them who pays for the studies they refer to the most.

Then I ask them who would pay for a study on natural healing? The answer is, no one. And the reason is because there is no big money conglomerate profiting from natural remedies, like pharmaceutical companies do with pushing their cancer treatment.

Final Thought

Like a lot of things in life, you just have to follow the money to get to the meat of an issue. Doctors are not the enemy here. They just haven’t been trained and educated in natural remedies and nutrition. Let us warriors show them proof that you CAN heal your body of cancer naturally. Get my free check list and get started right.

P.S. This is Part Three in a series about my cancer journey. If you missed Part One: Diagnosed with Cancer and Part Two: The Mastectomy they are available now.

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