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UCLA Tumor Board Results

Dang it if brain tumor life isn’t confusing. At least in my world! I can’t be the only one who has these types of yoyo results. I mean, it’s better to have differing results than a truly horrible, obvious situation. The ups and downs, though are insane. If you don’t want to watch the whole video (3 min 44 sec), the short is: tumor is growing, albeit slowly. (Think millimeters.) I believe the two treatments I added in the past two months, are helping – who knows, maybe the tumor had grown more in the interim, and now they’re even shrinking it? Who knows! I rule out nothing. My neurosurgeon at UCLA offered a brain surgery to remove whatever she can, or she said she is “comfortable” waiting 2-3 months for another stealth (pre-op) MRI. I opted for the latter, and agreed that if I had furthering symptoms, I would move up the scan. Some people might think I’m crazy to push-off brain surgery, since I have a growing tumor in my brain, but there are inherent risks involved. Remember when I had to learn how to walk, talk, read – learn the alphabet again?! I do. We will never know for sure if the decisions that we make are the best ones, but a decision is what we have before us. For now, we try to do the least invasive approach. If that isn’t enough, we will evolve as we always have. It’s confusing because the symptoms of my seizures are the same symptoms that tumor growth would cause. The main take away right now is that it’s important for me to stay the course on exactly what I’m doing treatment-wise, and perhaps even add a few non-toxic, whole body health boosting things. And I really┬áneed to lower my…

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Water-Only Fast = Seizures

Oh fudgeknuckles. I did it again. The thing is, you’d think I’d remember that I have stress-induced seizures, and here I was doing a several day water-only fast. And the whole point of a fast is to stress the body so that it cleans out damaged cells. Stress, the word is written directly in the description. Fool. I always think I can handle more than I can. But the payoff (a completely regenerated immune system) was so great that I had convinced myself that I could handle it. I believed that I could make it three days and that it would be great.  But that’s not what happened. About two hours after that last post, I was waiting for the iron to heat up to press Dan’s shirts, vacuuming the house to kill time, when I started to feel off. I told myself that everyone doing a water-only fast feels off, but I still made my way to the kitchen to eat the second half of my papaya. What I noticed first, was that my right hand and arm were icy cold, and I was having a hard time spooning the papaya meat. I thought to myself that I needed more fruit, that I didn’t feel well but needed something gentle on my stomach, but we didn’t have anymore. One trick from my doctors is to eat something sweet when you’re about to have a seizure, I guess it’s supposed to help slow the onset, or perhaps even lessen the intensity. When I have my stress-induced seizures I’m typically hypoglycemic (another reason that I’ve come to reason why I probably shouldn’t fast). I’ve checked my blood glucose levels a few times just before seizures, knowing I wasn’t feeling well, and it’s always in the 40-60 range. This time, after having…

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It’s All About Images

Good morning. Sorry I haven’t written in a week, I’ve been dealing with a horrible reaction to one of my treatments – cystic acne. GROSS. It has been all over my entire face, and one of my saddlebags. (How is that even physically possible?!?) It was absolutely disgusting. I’ve since kind of gotten it under control. My friends didn’t believe that it was that bad (apparently I’m always saying that my skin’s broken out when I only have a zit or two – whoops, the girl called acne too many times) so I had to send them pictures. And finally, with solid proof, they relented, agreeing that my breakout was major. I had been dealing with acne for the past month, and I wrote it off as stress related, a disappointing side effect of MRIs. But as it continued to worsen, even after the MRI, I realized that I needed to reevaluate the issue. First, I stopped all treatments except the blue scorpion venom. Then I looked back to the times I started various supplements, and I talked to Dan, analyzing if we remembered any bouts of acne. Finally, looking back to my log book (which is not as thorough as it should be, but still quiet helpful) we pinpointed the PolyMVA as the most likely culprit. I also wracked my brain about any changes in cleansers, laundry detergents, etc. but nothing had changed. I started looking into the PolyMVA and read that it is comprised of a variety of B vitamins like B1, B2 & B12 (and some other antioxidants). According to what I’ve read around the internet, B12 stimulates sebum production (the oil on our skin) and excessive sebum is what causes cystic acne; it’s what clogs the pores. Some people with even the slightest supplementation of B…

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My First Article

I’m back home after a week on the island (Friday Harbor). I’m sorry for not contacting people. Sometimes I become overwhelmed by going home. There are so many people that I would love to visit, and since I can’t contact everyone, I often end up hiding out. Of course, I can’t drive anyway, so that makes it easy to hide. It’s nice to be back. I just did my 40 minute workout – 30 minutes of running with 5 minute warm up and 5 cool down. I didn’t feel like working out, but I told myself, now that I have a treadmill in my living room, I need to take advantage of the opportunity. While I ran, listening to my MP3 player and watching the Jets come back against the Texans, I thought to myself, “I don’t live to run. I run to live.” What a crazy concept. I’m literally running to defeat the grim reaper. Of course, most people work out to be healthy and live long lives, but I truly feel a responsibility to exercise. While I was on the island I went for a few walks but I didn’t run. I was scared to run on the road and go too far from the house. I was worried about having a seizure and not having someone help me. It’s these little fears that make me frustrated. The seizures are real, in fact just as I was running on my treadmill a few minutes ago, I had to stop and get water because my right arm started slightly tingling. After I had some cold water it was better. I only had five minutes left of running so I just dialed down the speed. I thought it was important to finish my goal, to set a precedent. It’s hard…

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