17th February

February 17 – I had a really bad night’s sleep, I have a single bed and the cushion is not even a proper bedding cushion, one is a large square flat cushion, the other is shaped like a sausage. I feel tired and drained and have a pounding headache probably due to the travelling and new environment. I have an appointment with the nurse at 7.45am and have to take down a urine sample. I then go into the “drip room” where 12 seats are placed next to each other in a circular room, each chair has a drip holder next to it. My first impression of the drip room is fear! 2 men are already sitting in two of the seats, they don’t speak English, one is sweating and has reclined his seat to a laying position, he looks extremely ill. I sit in one of the seats and look out at the view, the view is nice so I can focus my energies on that. An attractive, small young lady walks in with short dark hair, she looks at the drips and around the room and sits near a window, looking out. A male nurse walks over to me with several injection cases, I know what’s coming next as I had heard of the “blood wash” already. This ozone therapy consists of taking 100ml of your blood and then adding oxygen to it and then putting it back into your body. I am not looking forward to having 100ml of blood removed from me. The young woman leaves at this point. The male nurse puts a needle into my arm, I would of thought this would have been done privately but it’s in front of the other people, he then gives me the bottle in which the blood is pouring into and says hold that a minute. So there I am holding a bottle and watching my blood go from my arm into it. At that moment Terri from Florida walks in, she is a lady who I met last night, she is friendly and laughing and joking with the nurses, I smile but I’m distracted by my bottle of blood in my hands. The male nurse returns and takes the bottle, now the room is getting more full. A Chinese lady with her husband sits next to me and a Scottish man sits opposite me. The male nurse returns with my bottle of blood, now it looks lighter in colour, “It looks better now? Yes?” he says to me, it does look a lot lighter, but the thought of looking at my own blood still turns my stomach. He then hangs it up and inserts it back into my arm. At this point the young woman returns and she seems to be ignoring me, I later find out that its the blood bottle she cant face. The male nurse walks towards her with lots of needles, following the same procedure as he did with me “I don’t like needles and the thought of you taking my blood…..” at this moment she looks at me, I say “Don’t worry I was exactly the same 20 minutes ago, its ok, it’s not that bad” “I can do this” she replies “I’m going to psyche myself up” I realise she is a “newbie” just like me. Now the room is full and everyone relaxes and reads their books. I haven’t got a book, so I just close my eyes and relax. My next infusion is vitamin c this lasts about an hour. I’m then taken to have a homeopathic injection. It is now 11am Lunch is at 11.45 so I have time to go back to my room and go to the toilet (throughout this day I will be doing a lot of visits to the toilet). I see the young woman from the drip room and we sit next to each other while we eat lunch. It turns out her name is Aeesha from California, she had breast cancer 3 years ago had conventional treatment, it didn’t work, and now the cancer has returned, Aeesha is 43 years old. We have a good conversation about cancer, its nice to be able to talk about it as the “normal world” doesn’t like to talk about the c word and here we feel comfortable talking about our personal journeys and the various research we have both taken up.

Lunch turns out to be a 4 course meal. Salad for starter, then vegetable soup, followed by vegetarian meatballs with mash potato and red cabbage with a creamy raspberry yogurt for desert, I decide to treat myself to desert just for today. After lunch I go for a 40-minute walk in the park opposite the clinic and its lovely to breathe in the fresh air. I have to return quickly as again I need the toilet, and again, and again!! I then have to go for a massage, which completely knocks me out. I return to my room and sleep for 2 hours, I then wake up and go to the toilet!!!??!!

At tea time I talk to the two Canadian ladies called Royanne and Helen. Royanne had ovarian cancer she had surgery and chemo 3 years ago but the cancer has returned. As I talk to more and more people this seems to be a common story. Later in the week I talk to several other people. One lady had a double mastectomy and chemotherapy, 3 years later it returns in her spine. Another lady has bone cancer and the medical service have given up on her. In this clinic there are people all over the world staying here, all hoping for a cure. Each story saddens me as I realise that each and every person is desperate to heal and many of them have had people raise funds for them to stay here, or they are putting it on their credit card or life insurance. Alternative treatments are expensive and can only be found in Germany or Mexico. It seems that the immune system is the key. Whatever treatments are supplied boosting the immune system is vital. This can be achieved through diet, mistletoe injections and vitamin c infusions. Healing cancer naturally by boosting the immune system is a long and expensive journey and its seems an injustice that people have to leave their home country, rely on loans and fund raising to get better. I start to think of the millions of pounds that cancer research takes every year, 600 milion! That money could save millions of lives with specialised treatment BUT they don’t give the money to the people, they experiment on animals and spend most of their money on advertising and fund raising events. This money should go to the people with cancer to help them. Cancer research?????? Britain has found ZERO answers to cancer and their research is the same as mine??!!! I could supply a website identical on ZERO pounds a year! More needs to be done!




Hufeland Klinik Day 1

For those who have followed my blogs, a diversion took place 2 weeks ago. After deciding to go to Latvia and have virotherapy, more opportunities arose. In one weekend I had to choose between Latvia and virotherapy, go to Germany and receive ozone therapy along with several other immunotherapy treatments, stay in England to receive specialised treatment, or go to Frankfurt to see professor Vogl (the man who treated Farrah Fawcett). I weighed up the pros and cons as follows;

  1. Virotherapy is extremely successful for skin cancer and also shows great results for liver cancer. There seems to be no documentation of results with breast cancer.
  2. Hufeland Klinik offers many treatments to boost the immune system, adding high antioxidant treatments as well as accommodation and full board. I personally am interested in PDT , mistletoe treatment, localised hypothermia, blood wash and the high dose vitamin c injections that are all included in the price.
  3. Professor Vogl has eliminated tumours with a microwave current being injected straight into the tumour as well as localised chemotherapy. Dr Vogl is in Frankfurt near the Hufeland Klinik
  4. Dr Sharma in London can conduct a blood test that will show exactly what your personal cancer will react to. He sends your blood off to Greece where they test your blood against different types of medication including chemotherapy and different herbs and vitamins like wormwood, vitamin c, green tea and even baking powder. Each person responds differently to different therapies, vitamins and medication. In general they have found 70% of people react positively to wormwood and vitamin c and only 30% of people react positively to chemotherapy drugs. Each one of us is individual, therefore when you read that someone has  cured their cancer of green tea or cannabis oil it shows their individual success. It may not be your individual success. This sounds ideal, but I have waited 2 months already and waiting a further 6 weeks for blood test results doesn’t rest well with me at this time, I need to start treatment asap.

With the money I have, I decide to go to the Hufeland klinik for 2 weeks, they suggest 4-6 weeks but my funds are limited. After the 2 weeks I will either go to Dr Vogl or Dr Sharma.

February 16th 2016

The day is here, the day that could change my life forever. I can hardly believe that I will be in Germany soon having treatment. I open the huge curtains and look out of the Radisson Hotel room window and say “Goodbye England” I then contact my daughter with a list of jobs to do. I will miss her and my little dog so much but I have a mission and that is to heal and be perfectly healthy.

As the plane takes off I feel a sense of freedom, no more worrying about bills, no more stress and I start thinking about how I will create my new life when I am better. I look out of the plane window and see the houses so small, no bigger than my finger nail and my mind wanders to the millions of people down below me, who, like me are stressing and just trying to get by in life. I wish with all my heart that I had the power to make peoples lives easier with less struggles, if I had the power right now to zap down a cloud of healing, I would. A big lesson for me and something that awakened within me whilst I was writing “The 7 principles to transforming and healing your life” is that the outside world is a reflection of your inner world and your cells and atoms are your inner universe. So at the time everything was going wrong for me, my inner universe was also going crazy. I was killing myself with under nourishment and too many bad toxins like alcohol and cigarettes, emotionally I was stressed, anxious and felt alone. So if I was abusing my inner world then it would make sense this would reflect outwardly. Maybe I can heal people by teaching the 7 principles? The thought drifts away as my heart starts to beat faster, the plane starts to land.

Now if you or a loved one is thinking of going to the Hufeland Clinic please be aware the Germans are mad drivers, they drive extremely fast and they go extremely near to the car in front and change lanes so quickly. You will have to hold onto your seat and go through 40 minutes of palms sweating. I am sure a few noises came out of my mouth like “woah” and “aaah” that’s universal language for “You are a crazy, mad driver!”

When I first arrive at the Hufeland Clinic Im a bit disappointed and scared. Its very clinical and my room is like a hospital room. I didn’t have time to unpack, I was given forms to fill in and then had an appointment with the doctor immediately. Im given a bag and a white sheet and told to take the white sheet to all my appointments. I feel scared, I think I had imagined a spa rather than a hospital but reality strikes and I sit patiently waiting for the doctor. The nurse then takes me into a room and conducts an ECG, tests my blood pressure, weighs me and then gives me a bag of vitamin tablets and a timetable of when to take them. Ive seen 3 patients so far and every one of them looks pale and on deaths door, this upsets me and scares me at the same time.

Then I meet Dr Demuth for the first time. He has a nice office with pictures of the Dalai Lama next to him and Buddhist monks. “Oh so you’re a Buddhist” I say to him. After this we continue to talk whilst going through medical procedures at the same time. It looks like we have a lot in common, our views are exactly the same spiritually and in life. He makes me laugh and he tells me about his past life experience as a Buddhist monk, this makes me feel more at ease. After 2 hours of talking I leave and Im late for tea. I sit down with 2 Canadian ladies and have a lovely talk and we make arrangements to meet up and go for a walk tomorrow, we also book ourselves on the meditation class and laughing yoga class on Thursday.

It is now 7pm I arrived at 3pm! Its time to now unpack suitcase and tell my friends and family Im ok and safe. I unpack then switch off the light in the bathroom, quickly realising its not a bathroom light its an emergency cord, a nurse knocks on my door! I feel embaressed and explain to the nurse its an accident, so I lay in bed and start to ponder on what tomorrow will bring….. then an hour later I go to the toilet and pull the emergency cord again doh! Great start!