Ok, I have to be honest with you. I didn’t go into this whole cancer thing uneducated. I’ve known several people with cancer in the past years and I was really interested in what you can do to get it, prevent it and cure it.¬†There is so much “hype” about cancer and when you see statistics that 1 in 3 will get cancer, well, with my own family of 9, it’s not too hard to do the math. So I thought it was better to be prepared.

So in the past years, I’ve read a lot, really, A LOT of articles, books, blogs, you name it, about cancer and healthy lifestyle. It was as if I already knew what I should be doing, what I could do and what would cure it.

But I wasn’t doing it. No, I would convince myself I was eating pretty healthy, I rarely ate meat, or any dairy products. I regulary ate vegetables and fruit. But for me the killer was sugar and flour. Yes, I have a softspot for cakes, cookies and chocolate.

Did you know that disease happens when your body is in dis-ease? And disease can grow in your body when it is in an acidic state. So the natural solution would be to get your body to an alkaline state. What would you be willing to give up in order to get your body to an alkaline state and cause disease to be cancelled out?

So in a way, I was prepared for this.

The first day I heard about having cancer, June 1, I messaged my friend to see if she knew anyone with a winning natural protocol that included essential oils and vitamins. Voila! She did. ūüôā ¬†AND she knew someone who had been through cancer and treated it in a natural way. This was gold to me. So I got her contact details and called her. ¬†This was a VERY helpful telephone call.

On top of that, my friend gave me a great immune support protocol. I started right away. Most everything I already had in my house, I just needed more.

Two weeks into the protocol and I was also two weeks into the tests, I had not slept well. I’m sure it was the stress and warm weather. Already 6 kilo lighter on the scale, my skin started looking tighter and better.

The only thing was that I was more and more convinced this was good for me. I researched many sites to find out more information on surviving and curing cancer. While the doctors talked more about killing me off, very slowly. Why don’t doctors learn about nutrition and natural methods in school? Why does it all have to do with the pharmaceuticals? I’m sure you know the answer to that one too.

As of June 2, I have been completely Vegan. No sugar, no glutin, no dairy or meat products. I juice vegetables and fruits several times a day. I eat fresh salads with key ingredients that ensure a good recycling of vitamins. I take several vitamins and minerals for immune support. Also, I take several supplements for detoxification, probiotics, cleansing and cellular support. Almost every essential oil I read about that was good in helping your body heal breast cancer, I use several times every day. Since June 2 the only grain I have had was brown rice or quinoa. I even drink seaweed powder. Good for my body, not so much for my tongue.

And the results are already amazing! The bump in my armpit has gotten smaller. Really Jenn? Aren’t you just wishfull thinking? No, really, it’s smaller. I feel great too! Emotionally, I’m a bit tired. This has had a major effect on me. But physically, I feel and look great!

The Oncologist wanted to do 24 weeks of chemo, the Surgeon wants to amputate everything, including the lymph nodes. Don’t you need those? And the Radiotherapist wants to radiate the whole ¬†shoulder and breast area to kill off everything else that wasn’t removed. Oh and then go back for hormone therapy for a few years.

I asked the Oncologist what the survival rate is. You always hear about response rate. How is the tumor responding to the treatment. So if I do everything without chemo, I have an 87% chance of survival for the next 5 years. ¬†74% for 10. She couldn’t tell me after that, her program wasn’t that advanced. And if I do the chemo? It adds 2-3% on each. Yesseriee! 24 weeks of killing everything in my body so I have a 2-3% chance higher of survival over the next 5-10 years. No thank you. I told the oncologist I won’t be doing the chemo. I still have to hear back from the surgeon.

The surgeon has no time for me though, she only comes in, tells me what the plan is and then has to leave withinbn 7 minutes, because she is overbooked and has to get on to the next client. The hospital where I am going sees 200  new breast cancer patients per year. You do the math on that one in money. This is a billion euro business. Why would they tell me to go change my diet, lifestyle and give me nutrition advice? It will definitely not pay the personell working this system.

Yes, I am very skeptic of the medical system. It is wonderful for a trauma. But not so wonderful with chronic illnesses.

When I was 8 years old, I had rheumatic fever. I had a history of sore throats that led to strep throat, that led to bronchitis. Finally my system couldn’t handle it anymore and I had to stay home for a few months from school. I wasn’t allowed to do anything that would make my heartrate move fast. I couldn’t watch TV. I could only walk to the bathroom.

Then, of course, I had to recover. For years I wasn’t allowed to do physical education. I never really did sports, and was really bad in them. My mom was always worried my heart would explode. Both my grandmother and aunt had rheumatic fever as children and died relatively young of heart problems that were caused by that rheumatic fever. so paranoia was rampant.

I was constantly on penicillian. In fact, my physician told me I would be on it for the rest of my life. When I was 13, I was sick of taking this. I hated the taste and because of it, I couldn’t swallow pills, but instead had to push them to the back of my mouth and shove them down my throat. I still do that to this day. I asked him if my body would get immune to the dosage and he said the dosage would just go up, and yes, my body would get used to it. That didn’t make sense to my 13 year old mind and I stopped taking the prescription drugs and vowed to not do that ever again.

I’ve always looked for natural ways to cure my body. If my body can cure a cut, why can’t it cure itself on the inside too? I like to look at things logically, and the medical system isn’t always logical to me. Yes, I’m a rebel.

So check out these great websites:

Do some research and educate yourself, before you get sucked into the funnel. It’s much harder to get out once you’re sucked in.

I’ll keep you updated.



What is going on?

So there I was, exactly one week ago sitting in the hospital listening to the doctor telling me I have breast cancer. What?!? What about my kids?  What about my sweet husband? This is just weird and completely unexpected.

It all started Tuesday night. While lying in bed, I was feeling around my breast and found that one was bigger than the other and much harder. Red flag! Jelmer says I need to go to the doctor in the morning, just to be sure. But after feeling the lump and talking about a doctor, my mind started racing 10million miles per second. I couldn’t sleep; thoughts flashing through my mind one after the other…too fast to back track. So I got up and put some frankincense oil and cellular complex oil on my whole breast.

That made me feel better and ease my mind.

Wednesday morning I get an appointment at 9:30. The doctor notices a clear difference and asks me when I noticed. You know, I’m always on the go and I never really pay attention to my own health. That’s not so good, I know. But when I thought about it, I noticed my breast was hard and swollen about 2 weeks prior, during my fertile period. I just brushed it off as part of my cycle. But it never went away.

The doctor thinks I should go to the hospital and get it checked out. He calls and gets me an appointment for the next day. Now it’s getting serious and my thoughts are racing. On the whole, I’m still positive, just wanting to know what is going on.

With ¬†seven children it’s not so easy to change your schedule and make sure they are all taken care of if you have to up and leave.

Thankfully we have a network of wonderful friends who can help. One of our sweet friends was able to be at our house early Thursday morning to watch the two youngest and be there for lunch when the others came home.

With the youngest taken care of and the others in school, we set off for the hospital and were expected at 8:10. The waiting room was quite empty that early in the morning.

First we were sent to surgery to meet with the doctor and have a preliminary exam. She was positive and thought it might be a cyst. But we wouldn’t know without further tests. So off to radiology we went to have the full shabang!

  • Mammogram
  • Ultrasound
  • Cell extraction

I’ve never had a mammogram in my life and, can I say, ouch! If I didn’t have active cancer before, I’m sure that thing would have squeezed it out. I cannot see how this can be effective in looking at cells that are dangerous to the body. It seems like it would make the situation worse.

After being squeezed and pressed, I went into the next room to lie on the table and wait for an ultrasound. The radiologist came in and started looking into the situation and, even though I wasn’t at an angle to see everything, I could see at least 3 dark spots. Oh no.

She saved some pictures, measured the spots and then sent the assistent to get some needles. This shouldn’t hurt, it’s a small needle. And you know what? The needle didn’t hurt. But since she had to move it around to suck out the cells, it did start hurting, just a little. My poor breast was going to be sore.

After three,(yes 3!) extractions, the radiologist told me she hoped to not see me again and sent me on my way. She wasn’t really the cheery type. I hope she had a better day after that.

We had to wait for 45 minutes for the results, so we went to the cafeteria and got some hot chocolate. It amazed me at how UNHEALTHY the food was there. It was all comfort food. You’d think in a hospital where people come to treat illness, the least they could do is provide healthy sustenance. But then, it is a huge money machine, the medical industry. Better to keep the people in need of care.

After 45 minutes, we received an envelope and were sent back to the doctor we started with. When we got to the waiting room, this time it was full.

We were called back into the examination room and waited for a while. I finally heard the doctor in the hall asking someone to come in with her. Uh oh, I thought, this isn’t all good if it involves teamwork.

The doctor comes in with a serious face and cuts to the chase. She doesn’t mince words when she says that she has no good news for me. All three cell samples they took in radiology are malignant (bad). I have cancer in at least two places in my breast and up into my armpit.