In this case he used blackstrap molasses instead of
maple syrup with rapid and excellent results.
This quickly eliminated the cancer that was certainly terminal. It is not stated here, but it is certain that
the doctors simply sent him home to die.
He got lucky and in dependently found his way to the core alkaline spike
solution.
There is additional aspects indicated in other articles
but what comes home to me here is that you need to be aggressive. Your blood must go seriously alkaline to it
appears +8 Ph. In that case pussy
footing around with the dosage is actually a bad idea. Go at it and measure the ph until it goes
over eight. The faster the better. It appears that this will not kill you but
once at +8 Ph, one goes into maintenance and sustains it for some time not
presently clear.
It is noteworthy that this chap does booster rounds
that appear to last a number of days but most noteworthy is that the remission
was complete in under fourteen days.
Five year update on the guy who cured his stage IV
prostate cancer with baking soda
Wednesday, October 16, 2013 by: Paul Fassa
(NaturalNews) The guy is Vernon
Johnston, and his story was first reported as a Natural
News citizen journalism article in 2009.
That was around one year after being informed he was cancer-free from stage IV prostate cancer that had metastasized into the bone matter of his pelvic area in June of 2008.
Now here it is, over five years later, and apparently Vernon's still going strong, according to his website reports, videos and announcements. The last known blog posting from Vernon was in August of 2013.
That's five years and two months after being pronounced cancer-free at a Veterans Administration hospital.
The mainstream medical standard for considering cancer cured is five years in remission or cancer-free. That self-imposed standard is rarely met with surgeries, radiation treatments and chemotherapy sessions. Many die from those treatments within five years!
But after less than two weeks of intense bicarbonate of soda or baking soda (not baking powder) and blackstrap molasses consumption, he escaped not only cancer but toxic orthodox treatments.
Chemotherapy's dismal record
An interesting study based out
of the Australian Oncology Radiology Department, Northern Sydney Cancer Centre,
conducted a very thorough epidemiological meta-analysis, completed in 2003 and
published in 2004.
It was an effort to determine if the contribution of chemotherapy, both as curative and adjunctive cancer therapies, with its high expense warranted the Australian medical system's financial support.
Their abstract reported: "The overall contribution of curative and adjuvant cytotoxic chemotherapy to 5-year survival in adults was estimated to be 2.3% in Australia and 2.1% in the USA."
From their conclusion: "To justify the continued funding and availability of drugs used in cytotoxic chemotherapy, a rigorous evaluation of the cost-effectiveness and impact on quality of life is urgently required."
Granted, this activity was the radiation boys attacking the chemo camp to discourage Australia's socialized medical system's funding of chemotherapy drug availability. So what. They got the numbers right, and the study was peer reviewed and published.
Thanks to cancertutor.com, that Australian abstract with full study details is available here (http://www.burtongoldberg.com).
According to the vast database cancer cure guide Cancer Tutor, 90% of cancer patients who don't undergo conventional therapies survive beyond the five year mark, while 50% who have undergone extensive conventional treatments and are sometimes left to die survive. Still much better results than chemo!
Back to Vernon and his baking soda
Vernon
also incorporated a good basic diet, lots of sunshine exposure and breathing
exercises along with strong emotional support by family members for him and his
attempt at curing his cancer alone with an unusual approach that was available
to him.
The baking soda/molasses combination caused a drastic pH alkaline spike that oxygenated his cancer cells to their demise. Since cancer cells thrive by fermenting sugar, the molasses was the bait that allowed baking soda's alkaline influence to enter and oxygenate them (http://drsircus.com).
He continued maintenance sessions every few months with two weeks of alkaline boosting using the same protocol of baking soda and molasses that he used to cure himself a few years ago, as explained here (http://www.phkillscancer.com).
Although this author and most others wouldn't go it alone with only the baking soda-molasses protocol, it worked for him. Just like super-intense carrot juicing worked for Ralph Cole and Ann Cameron, as reported here (http://www.naturalnews.com).
The statement that there are hundreds of cures for cancer that aren't toxic and expensive is not an exaggeration. Let the Cancer Tutor help you find them.
Sources for this article include:
http://www.cancertutor.com
http://www.burtongoldberg.com
http://www.phkillscancer.com
http://www.naturalnews.com
About the author:
Paul Fassa is dedicated to warning others about the current corruption of food and medicine and guiding others toward a direction for better health with no restrictions on health freedom. You can visit his blog at http://healthmaven.blogspot.com
Why
I Am Doing This!
I am not sure. Just
seems to be the thing to do. I suppose as this site starts to solidify, and I
begin to understand who I am becoming, I will have a definite opinion on
”Why I Am Doing This!” In the meantime, I am still amazed at
what happened. I was diagnosed with class IV Aggressive Prostate cancer that
spread to the bones. This is my story of what I did and how I handled (or did
not handle) this devastating blow to the person I thought I was. You will see
more than just a protocol of how I used baking soda.
Do You Want to Live?!!!
Read this and you might
get some ideas on how to kill cancer. More importantly, you might live! Do
you want to live?
* * *
I didn’t know. I didn’t
know that life could be so great. I really didn’t. . . Vito
This is just the
beginning of this dance. When it is over it is not over. The music still calls
me to do more ‘things’ and to continue to right my body to its natural state of
Health and Well-Being.
“Everybody else has a ‘
battle with cancer’ or at least ‘ a fight’ – you choose to dance with the crab
which has a dark yet optimistic elegance.”
The Dance Begins
Dear Son…”I am coming
to Hawaii. Shall I bring a tent or buy one there?”
Dear Dad…”Don’t bother
with a tent. I am caretaking a place and there is a vacant cabin just for you.”
Well, I went to Hawaii
and had one adventure after another. Including camping, fire dancing, getting
in between a battle between growers and rippers, announcing a couple man and
wife at a gathering, learning Hawaiian fruits and hunting them, living in
cabins, house sitting, trip to India, two visits from my wife, getting to
know my son, and much much more.
One adventure I was not
prepared for was a devastating visit to a doctor after my return from a trip to
India. Previously, I was struggling with some other health news concerning my
heart, but this one…this one was the ‘killer’. It put me to the test.
I had passed the test
in India where I made a $30.00 symbolic gesture for life by deciding to have a
tooth filled instead of continuing the attitude “I am dead anyway, so why fix
anything”. That was huge! And I needed it to carry me through what was waiting
for me. I am crying now just thinking about what happened.
A PSA test which
registered 22.3 raised some huge flags. The doctors made appointments for a
biopsy. Which, if you never had one make sure they numb your prostate.
Because I swear after
the 8th bite from that jaw-headed needle springing into my prostate to
grab a bit of flesh it was not my prostate that was numbed. It was someone
else’s. When I yelled out “the F word!” on the ninth hit the ‘torture
team’ decided they had enough samples. They had wanted 12.
The biopsy report
indicated that I did indeed have prostate cancer. This called for the next step
– a bone scan. That scan was like a trip into space. I laid myself onto this
bedded slab which guided my ‘bones’ into that picture-taking-oversized-donut.
The report from this scan as well as a Pelvic Cat Scan is where the doctors
decided I was afflicted with aggressive prostate cancer. In their technical
terms they described it on the report dated 17Mar 2008:
“Reviewed CT and bone
scan. Bone scan showed metastatic disease at R sacrum and L illiac wing”.
So…they patted me on
the back and told me I had aggressive prostate cancer that has spread to the
bone. I felt bad for the young doctor who was from North Carolina. He felt
bad for me and did not know how to express it.
Me…I didn’t know how to
express it either. This was a whole new gig. On my walk away from the
doctors, I felt my eyes welling up. On my return flight to Hilo from
Honolulu I wish I had sun glasses.
My primary care
physician (bless her heart) decided to get a second opinion even though a team
of doctors already diagnosed me. She sent me to an Oncologist. This is what he
said on the report:
“Ancillary Studies:
These are largely mentioned in the history of present illness. The pathology confirms
the presence of prostate carcinoma of high grade. The T stage would appear to
be stage III but without obvious invasion into the seminal vesicles on CT scan.
The radionuclide bone scan and plain films confirm the presence of skeletal
metastasis in the sacrum and the left illium. In addition, on my review of the
CT scan of the pelvis, a number of other small sclerotic lesions are noted
within the pelvis. Pre-treatment PSA was 22 but has decreased to 5.88 after
institution of Finasteride and Casodex. TNM classification, T#NXM1. AJCC stage
IV.”
(What? Stage IV? Is
that what I think it says? There is no Stage V)
He went on to discuss
with me possible and improbable treatments. What he basically said is that
there are none. In fact, he mentioned that he even found a few more spots that
the first team of doctors missed.
Lucky me! At least he
told me that I shouldn’t be buying my coffin just yet. You see…I had no idea
what bone cancer was suppose to mean to me. When the first set
of doctors informed me that I had prostate cancer that had spread to
the bones, I didn’t know if that meant my bones were going to melt away or
what.
In any event, I left
this doctor feeling better. Not because I was happy with the diagnosis’s. But
because he, at least, explained a few things to me that the other doctor
did not. Plus I was becoming used to the fact that I was a dead man walking.
Hahaha!
Well….I found out that
my muscles weren’t going to fall off my bones. I did get a lot of warnings
about pain. Never the less, this story continues.
Even though I was
feeling better with this new information, I was still devastated. The
Dance had begun, and I don’t know if I was a willing partner or not. I was just
too numb! Numb as in “I felt like my Soul was sucked out of me.”
Now I am going to fast
forward here a little bit. You don’t need to know or experience how empty
I felt. So I am jumping ahead to Oregon.
Somehow through some
miracle, my son, who lives in Las Vegas, mentioned to me something about pH and
how pH affects the body. Now this grateful information I got from my son did
not get to me as I was leaving the doctor’s office. It came to me after I left
Hawaii.
Even though it seemed
incidental at the time, having my tooth filled in India planted a seed in me
that, unbeknownst to me, would carry in it a desire to live.
I let the pH info I got
from my son incubate for a few days before I did any pH research. The
research lead to Cesium Therapy. Cesium is a mineral, that according to
internet studies, likes to eat up cancer. It attacks the tumor from the inside
out. And of course, it is highly alkaline.
I was anxious to become
friends with cesium. I had nothing to lose. I do not and did not care what the
naysayers say. I wanted to do something. So Cesium it was! But wait…the cesium
got lost in the mail. Oh crap, now what do I do? Wait for a reshipment? No…Can’t
do that. I am on a roll; need to do something quickly. The next allopathic test
is around the corner.
That is when I decided
to try baking soda. It was something that I ran across on the internet that
suggested that it too would raise my body’s pH. Now both of these pH
raising substances did not indicate they would be successful in killing
bone cancer. Quite the contrary! The research indicated neither would help get
rid of bone cancer. So, I decided to add a twist. I added Black Strap Molasses
as the carrier.
Long story short. I did
it. I drank a baking soda solution I started 2 June 2008 and quit
12 June 2008. I quit because I was scheduled for another bone scan on 13 June
2008. They wanted to see how far that doctors’ thing spread or if what they
were doing has slowed it down.
I have to mention here
that at this ‘baking soda’ point in this adventure I am not in Hawaii. My
sibling family in Oregon rallied around me and invited me to come ‘home’ to
them. They wanted to keep an eye on me; be there for me; and give me love. My
real thoughts were, “I am going home to die.”
Plus, the VA Hospital
in Portland was close by. At least I wouldn’t have to make that
Hawaiian Island to Island jump to get more bad news.
My son in Hawaii, who I
was having the absolute most fun with was crushed that I would leave. He
brought me to tears when he said, “Dad, stay with me. I will do what it takes
to take care of you. I will get another job. Two if I have to”. Believe me that
took me over the edge. Again, this cry baby, is crying while I write this.
But I thought it best
to go to Oregon. Especially when my brother promised me that he would play
Backgammon with me (I love that game). I felt I was soon to be a burden
and did not want my son to be part of that. It is more complicated than that,
but I did what I thought best.
So back to the
follow-up bone scan (I am in Oregon now)…. I went through another space ride
through a fat donut once more. This time, however, I was hoping for hope. I
don’t know why I was hoping, because all my research indicated that once cancer
got into the bones you are toast. Anyway, I got bone scanned and waited for the
report. The report arrived in the mail a few days later. I was nervous
and did not want to open it. As a matter of fact I am crying right now just
thinking about it. I finally opened it to these words:
“NO CONVINCING EVIDENCE
OF AN OSSEOUS METASTATIC PROCESS”
I bawled like a baby.
Two days later I got
another report in the mail about my blood tests: PSA is now 0.1…. That is zero
point one!
Do I have a conclusion?
No I don’t. I just told you some of my story……Vernon
PS: Where is the
Cesium? It finally showed up around 11 June 2008. Will I take it? Yes, in a
heartbeat. When? When I decide! And I decided to a few weeks later, but that is
just a part of this continuing story.
Sometimes I describe
this adventure as “Being Hit by a Rainbow.” You may ask what does this have to
do with being hit by a rainbow. Well…I describe any thing good or miraculous as
being hit by a rainbow. My son turning me onto adjusting the body’s pH from
acidic to alkaline as a possible way to create some hope was a good hit. I did
not act right away on the pH factor, but within a few days I was busy on my
Asus laptop googling away.
My sibling family
bribing me out of Hawaii to come to Oregon was another rainbow hit. By the way,
my brother promising to play backgammon with me – that was a ruse. He just said
that because I was not initially excited about leaving Hawaii. In fact, I was
not excited about anything. He wanted me to be close by, so he lied to me about
playing backgammon. He hates backgammon. His goal (thank you brother) was to
get me to his house.
One of my sister’s
sending me a good chunk of travel money was definitely rainbow mterial.
Probably more like a pot of gold hitting me. She also corresponded or called me
almost daily. How nice is that!
In any case, those were
just a few of the getting-smacked-around-by-a-rainbow things. But the Baking
Soda was a big one. Arm and Hammer to the rescue! I later found out that Arm
and Hammer is shunned by some baking soda users because of the idea that it has
aluminum in it. Well, at the time, I could have cared less. Hey man, my body is
hanging on to some pretty corrupt bones. What would you do?
As I later found out from
research and a visit to a natural food store, aluminum is not in baking soda,
It is in baking powder. The employee specializing in the vitamin and mineral
department said that Bob’s Red Mill Baking Powder is aluminum free and so
is, as far as she knows, all baking soda brands. Oh crap! I am sure there will
be discussion on that.
Speaking of baking soda
I am sure many people are interested to know what proportions of baking soda I
used with the molasses. As a matter of fact I am sure of it, because invariably
that questions pops up when I speak about baking soda and my dance with cancer.
Thank all the gods that
I took notes. Larry of Stocko fame (and a true Rainbow) on one of the Yahoo
Cesium groups drilled into me the necessity of good notes. He told me that it
is for my good and for the good of others. Good for me especially if I live.
Larry, by the way, was instrumental in providing me with information. You see
he and his wife have had some some of their own experiences with cancer. It is
quite a story.
I met Larry while
researching cesium. He was very helpful. I was lucky to have his experience. He
was definitely rainbow material and cesium at the time was my focus. Larry sent
me website after website loaded with natural cures. I cannot pretend that I read
them all, but I did cruise through a few of them while waiting for my cesium to
arrive.
Well, like I mentioned
earlier, the cesium got lost in the mail. Most people would think that sucked,
but not me. It was another rainbow miracle because it opened the door for
baking soda to get itself busy alkalizing my body.
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