10.9.14
Dear friends and readers. Welcome back to Cancer Weekly No. 11
Just a quick issue before I go into UCLH next week for the penis rehabilitation operation, a simple procedure to put an inflatable device in the downstairs dept. Should only be in for a day and night although the recovery period could be 6 weeks or so. Not sure if I’ll have any physio but it’s an intriguing idea.
Today’s visit to the clubhouse revealed that my PSA level has gone up a small amount again but I’m assured that it is still at such a low level that there is nothing to be concerned about. It indicates that something in me is still producing PSA but it’s not possible to say if it is cancer cells or leftover prostate cells. If it is cancer then there is a further possibility that the body’s immune system could actually kill them off as they have not formed a tumour. I am still exploring ways to up the immune system in order to help this along.
The witchdoctor has excelled himself recently. In an attempt to get my zinc level up he is using alchemy. Tiny amounts of brown powder in 30 small, folded paper packages is mixed with butter and washed down with milk. Alchemical zinc takes 3 months to prepare and is the end product of continual distillations. There is so little of it in each envelope that it’s hard to see. He also gave me a session of acupuncture, jabbing fat needles into the back of my knees (a place that has no proper anatomical name) until the blood running out of the veins formed puddles around my feet. This was in order to get rid of toxic blood which gathers there. Mine was, of course, quite pure and required very little letting.
Also, in the interests of personal, internal hygiene and perversion I visited a colonic irrigator (not alligator) in Broadway market (indoors), an item that had been on my “things to do before you die” list for some time. It was nowhere near as exciting as I’d hoped but she did have some interesting insights into my diet and intestines based on what came out. She told me I was very good at it and she’d never known anyone hold so much water on their first visit. There’s something to be proud of !
Over the past 6 weeks most of my family including mum, dad and son have been in hospital. I have spent more time delivering and visiting them than I spend there looking after myself and I’m beginning to feel that my thunder has been pilfered by these thoughtless relatives – don’t they know it’s ME who’s ill. My mum certainly doesn’t as she’s now not sure if my name is Sainsbury, Turtle or Rabbit. It’s most entertaining.
However in a subconscious effort to regain the limelight I made a valiant attempt to redress the balance. Whilst waiting at London Fields for the 19.16 to Liverpool St. I decided to see how far I could walk along the platform with my eyes closed. After 25 steps I fell off onto the rails. No train was coming but I was back on the platform in a shot nursing a few bumps. My knee still hurts due to pulled ligaments and that was 10 weeks ago. I’ll stick to practising near rivers.
Well that’s it really. Probably be something gruesome to report with disgusting photos in a couple of weeks.
Hoping you are well. Magnus x
I came across another fine example of alternative treatments in the online Guardian –
A recent study from the University of Exeter has been reported as showing that smelling farts can cure cancer, as well as many other diseases. The study claimed that targeted delivery of a compound called AP39 causes more hydrogen sulphide to be produced by an ailing cell, and hydrogen sulphide in small doses can prove protective to the cell’s mitochondria, which supplies the cell’s energy and is often damaged by diseases. Hydrogen sulphide preventing this mitochondrial damage therefore can help cells resist the progression of many diseases.
Sounds like a good home remedy.
