Intro

At time of writing, it has been a month after my first PET-Scan that determined that I am, as of now, officially 'in Remission', and am at this moment, still not totally sure if this is to be a blog posted online somewhere or just a summary, a diary, of and for myself, of my journey into the slightly scary and weird world of receiving a cancer diagnosis.

The methods and paths I have chosen may not be what others would decide in a similar situation and I am not going to preach that I found a hidden special protocol. I collected info and techniques and adjusted what I felt I would need. Gather the tools and then use the ones that you feel comfortable with. And from time to time, totally disregard them and common-sense and make a complete shitty mess of it.



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So, how does one begin to spill the beans of a rather eventful period that is ongoing and had been going on for way too long and sped up to an official diagnosis and speedy therapy?

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Is it the first time I realised, mid 2014 whilst driving, in the heat in traffic with the window down and resting my head and neck against my hand crocked on the door and discovered an enlarged lymph on the side of my neck? I knew that lymphs can swell up a bit when not feeling well but I felt pretty good.

A followed-up Google search told me that I was recovering from illness (um... no) or maybe have HIV or Cancer or something else unpleasant. Soo... basically… ignore common sense... and never google anything further and not see a doctor.

Over time, this pea-sized, swollen lymph gained a slightly larger twin. Sat right next to him. Followed by another. Until I received one that was not too much smaller than my adam’s apple. Now bare in mind, I'm shortcutting here. This developed over 3-4 plus years. I was going about any medical checks that I had been doing to suss out what was going on with these lymphs were rather half-baked. Obviously I'm going to try and dodge a biopsy on the things. And I looked healthy to the docs. I had abs. Wooo! Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing. I had been losing quite a bit of weight, dropping from 71 to 59 kilos. And my fitness wasn't too bad. Why open this Pandoras Box? There could possibly be a picnic of shit sandwiches to discover over yonder. It’ll probably shrink and go away soon anyway. Except it didn’t. And that hamster wheel upstairs let me know that things were amiss on a regular basis. The main mental block was I knew that a biopsy on a lymph would have to be done and that was just … no. Nope.
 

Before I got to this stage, I will just run down how I got here. It really all began in... (next - Wim Hof Method)