October 2013: I hadn’t had a mammogram for 5 years.  I was 52 and decided it was about time to do my preventative obligatory duty. I checked in and was given a boxed gift since it was October, Breast Cancer Awareness month (who knew?). I got in quickly to do the scans but then I waited for 20 minutes while the radiologist reviewed them. They wanted to do more scans… magnified on both breasts. Afterwards, I was asked to speak with the radiologist.  I viewed the scans with him.  He pointed out these little dots he believed to be calcifications in the milk ducts and recommended a biopsy.

The biopsy was a horrible experience.  They cattle prodded me over and over, struggling to get me in the correct position since it was so near to my sternum (left side, 9:00 position). I was already in pain and in tears and the needle hadn’t even been inserted! Finally, they did the procedure and wanted to do the other side as well.  I refused to biopsy the right side.  I had no more emotional strength to give.

Two days later, I got THE call.  You have cancer. I took a month to evaluate the situation.  I found out that what I had was called DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ).  During this month, I called Donna Pinto (found her website online) and an integrative medicine doctor.  I then scheduled a visit in December with an oncologist surgeon.  I had concluded to get a lumpectomy and then go natural from there.  My appointment was in the morning.  We met with the surgeon, determined to get a lumpectomy (although I was less willing after finding out that this procedure was a guessing game since it was microscopic and all they had was a guide wire, which meant ANOTHER procedure, to point them in the general direction). Before we concluded the appointment, the doctor requested that I take MORE mammograms so we could be sure of our decision.

I now was put through more cattle prodding, more magnified scans, MORE—– RADIATION!!!  It’s now 5:15 pm.  I’m exhausted.  I headed back to the surgeon’s office.  She takes a look at the new scans.  She says, “I see calcifications everywhere on your left side.  I’m sorry, but I’m not offering you a lumpectomy any more.  You’ll need to get a mastectomy.”  A what?  I didn’t even know for sure what that meant. The nurse hands me brochures for reconstructive surgery and asks me when I wanted to schedule the surgeries.  I had no idea what just took place.  After going through a whole box of tissues, I said, “I need to go home and think about this.”  There was such a sense of fear and urgency.  I continued to think and pray.

In January, a friend gave me a short book, called “Cancer Killers” (Ji, Lerner and Majors).  The truths within this little book were revolutionary!  This became a turning point.  Fear was still very real but a sense of hope became a possibility.

October 2015: I’m 54 and 25 pounds lighter.  I found out that my body was deficient of many vitamins and nutrients. I now know that bad cells replicate somewhere in the area of 42 times faster in the presence of sugar than a healthy cell does.  I eat organic meat and vegetable and fruits, focusing on dark green vegetables and dark berries.  I drink smoothies and do juicing. I do ozone therapy (sauna, rectally, and ozone water in my home) in which I learned that bad cells cannot survive in an oxygenated environment. I do colon/liver cleanses.  I never did surgery of any kind.  Every six months I have a Breast MRI done. It hasn’t gone away but it hasn’t gotten worse. I exercise daily and am in the best shape I have been in my entire life! I’m thankful for the wake-up call to treat my body the way it deserves!