http://www.newmedicine.ca/
Dr Hamer of Germany
jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011
SIZE MATTERS!
RELIEFFFFFFFFFF! EVERYWHERE ELSE IS CLEAR..AND THE TUMOR HAS SHRUNK BY ALMOST 2CM! NOW AWAITING MORE BLOOD TESTS AND CAT SCAN AS THE MRI WAS SOMEWHAT INCONCLUSIVE WITH REGARDS TO THE TERATOMA OR IF INDEED IT REALLY IS A TERATOMA???..
I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT ALL MY NATURAL METHODS, POSITIVE THINKING AND BIOMAGNETIC TREATMENT IS HELPING. TOMORROW AM HAVING SOME TREATMENT AND AM GOING TO TAKE PHOTOS FOR THE BLOG AND GIVE MORE INFO AND LINKS..
PHEW...DEEP BREATHS. FEAR REALLY IS HIDIOUS...NOW ITS TIME TO DISCONNECT A LITTLE AND ENJOY..
I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT ALL MY NATURAL METHODS, POSITIVE THINKING AND BIOMAGNETIC TREATMENT IS HELPING. TOMORROW AM HAVING SOME TREATMENT AND AM GOING TO TAKE PHOTOS FOR THE BLOG AND GIVE MORE INFO AND LINKS..
PHEW...DEEP BREATHS. FEAR REALLY IS HIDIOUS...NOW ITS TIME TO DISCONNECT A LITTLE AND ENJOY..
miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011
The day before the results...
wednesday 30th march 2011.
It's the night before the results. I admit i have written on my facebook that i'm crapping myself with nerves.
It's been a beautiful spring day and i've taken time out to wander down by the sea with a special friend and just get some perspective on things. He also just put me on to the German doctor,HAMER...interesting stuff indeed. Problem is i cant
concentrate.
http://www.newmedicine.ca
It's the night before the results. I admit i have written on my facebook that i'm crapping myself with nerves.
It's been a beautiful spring day and i've taken time out to wander down by the sea with a special friend and just get some perspective on things. He also just put me on to the German doctor,HAMER...interesting stuff indeed. Problem is i cant
concentrate.
http://www.newmedicine.ca
The story so far....an uninvited visitor on my ovary
The story so far:
My Life just took on a whole new direction, a whole new phase...
Or did it? Beyond the obvious pain and other outward signs that indicated something was wrong, intuitively i knew it was something more.
I was afraid to face the obvious signals, thinking that perhaps I was being a hypochondriac, or perhaps it was the stress built up over a few very difficult months? An early menopuase brought on by my sterilization?
( Not so far fetched, my great grandmother began the menopause at 38 and my mother at 42!)
Many number of things crossed my mind as I made way to the doctors..
The symptoms:
It all began with a noticeable change in my menstrual cycle..each month the cycle became shorter at around 3 weeks between periods. They were more painful and much heavier. Having done my research into tubal ligation, i found this was
a possible side effect of the operation. However, I developed an unpleasant stabbing pain on my right side that seemed to come and go, varying in intensity and frequency. This was followed by feeling of discomfort and burning sensation
in my pelvic area, causing pain and difficulty on urinating and shooting pains in my right leg.
Having suffered from nasty bouts of Cystitis in the past, i was able to rule out a possible urine infection.
This was completely different.
I finally made it to a private gynaecologist after almost collapsing in pain and ending up at the A and E.
Having confirmed i was NOT suffering from a urine infection, i was given a potent pain killer and told to return if the pain got worse. The doctor suspected a cyst based on the symptoms and localised pain.
I made it to the gynaecologist who, after looking at the scan in silence, proclaimed that my right ovary was very enlarged and the growth present was not normal. He advised me to get in touch with the hospital immediately to undergo thorough
tests. Shaking my hand, he wished me luck and bade me farewell.
Needless to say, I walked out in shock. He'd put the bloody fear of God into me! Sitting with my friend in the car,staring out at the rain, I was filled with fear and trepidation.I was so thankful i'd come with a friend, this was not the moment
to be alone.
And so it began, another scan, confirmating what the first Gynaeo had found, blood tests and a smear test.
The MRI was done privately (Thanks to mum and dad and their insistence) as the waiting time is too long on the social security, and time is the essence, not just from a precautionary perspective but for peace of mind.
I've got to mention here the importance of having a GOOD specialist when going through something like this.
Unfortunately, when using the public hospital you are not designated one particular specialist, you will see whoever is available on the day, and in my case the last visit was a particualrly awful experience as i was attended to by someone who
can only be described as a clown!
Now, I have a sense of humour at the best of times, but sadly on this day it was woefully absent. I had to almost restrain my mother from hitting him with her umbrella, so rude and dismissive was his attitude.
Usually i'm the one with the temper!
He shuffled around in his chair, ruffling his papers, huffing and puffing and finally looked up at us to say, "I don't know why you're here. There's some blood test
results, but they're not that bad. I'm not God, so I cant confirm that the tumor's definately not cancerous but.."
We both looked back at him openmouthed and yeah, I have to admit I did mutter a "WTF!" from there it just went from bad to worse. A word of warning; If you possess half a brain, begin to ask logical questions and dare to admit you've done some research, well then you've had it! Oh my, they don't like that at all.
When I return to the hospital on my next visit I'll be telling them exactly what I think of that bloody rude gynaecologist and shall insist on seeing someone else.
Man, if you hate your patients that much, it's time for a career change!
My Life just took on a whole new direction, a whole new phase...
Or did it? Beyond the obvious pain and other outward signs that indicated something was wrong, intuitively i knew it was something more.
I was afraid to face the obvious signals, thinking that perhaps I was being a hypochondriac, or perhaps it was the stress built up over a few very difficult months? An early menopuase brought on by my sterilization?
( Not so far fetched, my great grandmother began the menopause at 38 and my mother at 42!)
Many number of things crossed my mind as I made way to the doctors..
The symptoms:
It all began with a noticeable change in my menstrual cycle..each month the cycle became shorter at around 3 weeks between periods. They were more painful and much heavier. Having done my research into tubal ligation, i found this was
a possible side effect of the operation. However, I developed an unpleasant stabbing pain on my right side that seemed to come and go, varying in intensity and frequency. This was followed by feeling of discomfort and burning sensation
in my pelvic area, causing pain and difficulty on urinating and shooting pains in my right leg.
Having suffered from nasty bouts of Cystitis in the past, i was able to rule out a possible urine infection.
This was completely different.
I finally made it to a private gynaecologist after almost collapsing in pain and ending up at the A and E.
Having confirmed i was NOT suffering from a urine infection, i was given a potent pain killer and told to return if the pain got worse. The doctor suspected a cyst based on the symptoms and localised pain.
I made it to the gynaecologist who, after looking at the scan in silence, proclaimed that my right ovary was very enlarged and the growth present was not normal. He advised me to get in touch with the hospital immediately to undergo thorough
tests. Shaking my hand, he wished me luck and bade me farewell.
Needless to say, I walked out in shock. He'd put the bloody fear of God into me! Sitting with my friend in the car,staring out at the rain, I was filled with fear and trepidation.I was so thankful i'd come with a friend, this was not the moment
to be alone.
And so it began, another scan, confirmating what the first Gynaeo had found, blood tests and a smear test.
The MRI was done privately (Thanks to mum and dad and their insistence) as the waiting time is too long on the social security, and time is the essence, not just from a precautionary perspective but for peace of mind.
I've got to mention here the importance of having a GOOD specialist when going through something like this.
Unfortunately, when using the public hospital you are not designated one particular specialist, you will see whoever is available on the day, and in my case the last visit was a particualrly awful experience as i was attended to by someone who
can only be described as a clown!
Now, I have a sense of humour at the best of times, but sadly on this day it was woefully absent. I had to almost restrain my mother from hitting him with her umbrella, so rude and dismissive was his attitude.
Usually i'm the one with the temper!
He shuffled around in his chair, ruffling his papers, huffing and puffing and finally looked up at us to say, "I don't know why you're here. There's some blood test
results, but they're not that bad. I'm not God, so I cant confirm that the tumor's definately not cancerous but.."
We both looked back at him openmouthed and yeah, I have to admit I did mutter a "WTF!" from there it just went from bad to worse. A word of warning; If you possess half a brain, begin to ask logical questions and dare to admit you've done some research, well then you've had it! Oh my, they don't like that at all.
When I return to the hospital on my next visit I'll be telling them exactly what I think of that bloody rude gynaecologist and shall insist on seeing someone else.
Man, if you hate your patients that much, it's time for a career change!
Let me introduce myself...
Perhaps I should begin by explaining what brought me to this point; Who am I?
God, that sounds a bit profound so we'll save that question for another time, but on a basic level;
I'm a 38 year old single parent, mother of two beautiful girls.Yas is nine and Asia, at almost 17,is in full adolescent swing.We get by on what i earn as a TEFL teacher, teaching English as a foriegn language to unsuspecting students in Denia, Spain.
So, I may not be the queen of grammar and my classes are somewhat unorthodox at times, but hey, they keep coming back for more and there's plenty of competition around, so I must be doing something right?
I've lived my life between both the UK and Spain since the age of 13 and suffer from what many expats can empathise with, that feeling of never quite belonging anywhere. A citizen of the world? perhaps thats not a bad thing, though the occasional identity crisis complicates life, not helped by my somewhat mixed heritage.
I have my parents living out here as well as my brother and sister, keeping me rooted.
I have an interesting variety of friends of different nationalites and my freetime is spent outdoors enjoying the med climate, going to gigs and simply enjoying life. Well, that is a somewhat basic summary, but it's a start. If I told the
real story you'd probably be rushing to get me on to the Jeremy Kyle show or phoning up The Daily Mail.(Brits will understand that irony!)
I've recently pretty much finished my first, and hopefully not last, novel. Over 3 years of sporadic writing interspersed with house moves, breakups, other health problems and yes, a generally eventful life.
The writing has been my saviour and fuelled me with a passion and drive that i've never experienced before.
I simply fell into writing the book,"1000 miles of space", that is loosely based on my real life experiences.
But that is another story, and will be elsewhere on the blog.
God, that sounds a bit profound so we'll save that question for another time, but on a basic level;
I'm a 38 year old single parent, mother of two beautiful girls.Yas is nine and Asia, at almost 17,is in full adolescent swing.We get by on what i earn as a TEFL teacher, teaching English as a foriegn language to unsuspecting students in Denia, Spain.
So, I may not be the queen of grammar and my classes are somewhat unorthodox at times, but hey, they keep coming back for more and there's plenty of competition around, so I must be doing something right?
I've lived my life between both the UK and Spain since the age of 13 and suffer from what many expats can empathise with, that feeling of never quite belonging anywhere. A citizen of the world? perhaps thats not a bad thing, though the occasional identity crisis complicates life, not helped by my somewhat mixed heritage.
I have my parents living out here as well as my brother and sister, keeping me rooted.
I have an interesting variety of friends of different nationalites and my freetime is spent outdoors enjoying the med climate, going to gigs and simply enjoying life. Well, that is a somewhat basic summary, but it's a start. If I told the
real story you'd probably be rushing to get me on to the Jeremy Kyle show or phoning up The Daily Mail.(Brits will understand that irony!)
I've recently pretty much finished my first, and hopefully not last, novel. Over 3 years of sporadic writing interspersed with house moves, breakups, other health problems and yes, a generally eventful life.
The writing has been my saviour and fuelled me with a passion and drive that i've never experienced before.
I simply fell into writing the book,"1000 miles of space", that is loosely based on my real life experiences.
But that is another story, and will be elsewhere on the blog.
C is for c**t and Cancer introduction
.C IS FOR C**T AND FOR CANCER...........
I seem to be suffering from a little health problem.
Some aches and pains mixed with other rather unpleasant symptoms that finally led me to the doctors and then
on to the hospital.
At the moment of writing, it is believed to be a Teratoma on my right ovary. I'm now awaiting the results of the MRI scan.
This blog will chart my experiences over the coming weeks and possibly months...
OK, perhaps the title of this blog seems rather odd to some but personally I find it rather apt.
Both C words have unpleasant conotations attached;
One evokes fear and dread, the other symbolises aggression and negativity: let's face it, if someone is a c**t,
we can assume they're not a very likeable character!
Before I continue, perhaps I should mention that my friends and family occasionally (ok,frequently) refer me to as toilet mouth.I have been known to give Ozzy Ozbourne a run for his money when my expletives are in full flow.
Perhaps that is partly why the C word sprung to mind when thinking of an adequate title for the blog.
As for the other C word,who the hell wants to hear the word, "Cancer" when referring to themselves or a loved one?
In anycase, I've decided to chart this journey, another phase of my life, no matter what the outcome.
I need to write,I need to share, and if any of this ever brings hope or guidance to just one other person,then I shall be satisfied.
This online journal, will not only share my experiences as I confront the fear and trepidation of the final outcome,but who I am as a person: for there is a danger in times like this, of one becoming simply a "patient" a number in
the system, and forgetting that beyond all this I have a life, I have kids, friends and a loving and supportive
family. And least i forget, many aspirations and dreams that i intend to fufil. I'm not going anywhere just yet.
I'm still in my thirties, i'm in my prime.This story WILL have a happy ending! (see, that's the power of positive thinking which we'll get to later)
I seem to be suffering from a little health problem.
Some aches and pains mixed with other rather unpleasant symptoms that finally led me to the doctors and then
on to the hospital.
At the moment of writing, it is believed to be a Teratoma on my right ovary. I'm now awaiting the results of the MRI scan.
This blog will chart my experiences over the coming weeks and possibly months...
OK, perhaps the title of this blog seems rather odd to some but personally I find it rather apt.
Both C words have unpleasant conotations attached;
One evokes fear and dread, the other symbolises aggression and negativity: let's face it, if someone is a c**t,
we can assume they're not a very likeable character!
Before I continue, perhaps I should mention that my friends and family occasionally (ok,frequently) refer me to as toilet mouth.I have been known to give Ozzy Ozbourne a run for his money when my expletives are in full flow.
Perhaps that is partly why the C word sprung to mind when thinking of an adequate title for the blog.
As for the other C word,who the hell wants to hear the word, "Cancer" when referring to themselves or a loved one?
In anycase, I've decided to chart this journey, another phase of my life, no matter what the outcome.
I need to write,I need to share, and if any of this ever brings hope or guidance to just one other person,then I shall be satisfied.
This online journal, will not only share my experiences as I confront the fear and trepidation of the final outcome,but who I am as a person: for there is a danger in times like this, of one becoming simply a "patient" a number in
the system, and forgetting that beyond all this I have a life, I have kids, friends and a loving and supportive
family. And least i forget, many aspirations and dreams that i intend to fufil. I'm not going anywhere just yet.
I'm still in my thirties, i'm in my prime.This story WILL have a happy ending! (see, that's the power of positive thinking which we'll get to later)
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