Too much too fast

Ok, so by now.... if you've followed the string of blogs, you know that I am taking mistletoe.

I'm taking action. This makes me happy. Dr. Grundmann tells me about yet another amazing place in northern Virginia that offers another therapy, IPT (insulin-potentiated therapy), among other treatments.  IPT is quite fascinating as a concept: it is a low-dose form of chemo (10%, WAY less than the allopaths give) and it is injected into the patient using insulin as an adjuvant. The patient arrives at the clinic in a fasting state, so the cells of the body are hungry -- but the cancer cells are 10X-20X hungrier than normal cells. So they gobble up the chemo using insulin as the trojan horse  transport system. After this injection, the patient goes through a colon hydrotherapy detox to flush the normal cells of the body of the chemo toxin. Dr. Grundmann thought this was something I should look into.

So I called them right after starting mistletoe, talked to them about the therapy and made an appointment to go and have an initial interview. 

Then I received results of my biopsy that said that my cancer was hormone-driven. The surgeon said that I would need to have a hormone-blocking form of therapy (yes, in a way, chemo, but not as debilitating as standard cyto-toxin chemo that kills every cell in the body). The standard is either Tamoxifen or Arimidex. My head was now swimming with many ideas: "Let's see, I'm now on mistletoe, which is supposed to shrink the tumor and BUILD my immune system. But I could add to that IPT therapy, which is actually a form of chemo. But now my surgeon says I don't need standard chemo right now, but Tamoxifen." 

What to do? It was all swirling around in my head. Then I actually had a dream. Yup, a vision of sorts. In the dream, I had a handful of balls and I was throwing them, helter-skelter, at a target. And the target was "going off," making kind of a popping noise. What did this mean? 

I call this my Balls at the Target moment. It occurred to me that, if I started throwing too many therapies at the "target" (the tumor) at once, and if the tumor started to shrink, I would never know: which ball was it that did the trick? Which one was it? The mistletoe? The Tamoxifen? The 10% chemo via IPT? I had to know. Next blog: One Ball at a Time