🌱  Cancer – Without Chemo | From Diagnosis to Determination

You never think it’ll happen to you.

But one day, there I was—sitting in an oncologist’s office, being told I had not one, but two types of cancer. MDS and Multiple Myeloma.  Bone marrow failure. My body wasn’t producing properly formed red blood cells, which meant—no oxygen, no energy, no life.

But before we get there, let me back up.

It Started with a Dental Implant

Twenty years ago, I had dental implants. Then, about fifteen years ago, I developed an infection at the site. They cleaned it out surgically, but the bleeding never stopped. The dentist didn’t have answers. Neither did I. But I found a way to manage it—I’ll tell you more about this later.

At the same time, my ferritin levels (iron in storage) were sky-high.  The level should have been less than 150 – but mine was a whopping 880.  Every time I saw a doctor, I brought it up. Every time, they waved it off—“Nothing to worry about.” One even told me to donate blood, thinking that might balance things out. But when I showed up to do that, they turned me away. “You’re too anemic,” they said.  I was so frustrated, but didn’t know where to turn.

So I had low iron in my blood, but too much iron in storage. A red flag no one could explain. But…no one tried very hard.  I guess doctors are too busy dealing with all their patients (that have normal problems)  that they don’t have time to research an unusual problem like mine.  When I couldn’t get any answers, I just gave it up and went on with my life.

A Fall That Changed Everything

Fast forward a few years. I fell off a ladder and fractured my back in three places. The pain was intense, and it triggered a slew of tests. CT Scans, 2 Bone Marrow Biopsies, X-rays of every bone in my body, and blood tests and more blood tests.  Those tests revealed the elevated plasma levels that led me to that oncologist’s office.

I walked in hoping for a thoughtful conversation—a concerned doctor who’d walk through the options with me. But that’s not what happened.

He just told me the diagnosis and announced we’d begin chemotherapy.

No discussion. No questions. No collaboration.

I told him that I needed time to think. But by the time I got home, I was already getting text messages that my prescriptions were ready. Then a nurse called to confirm I’d be there in the morning to start chemo.

I hadn’t agreed to a thing.

Right then and there, I made the decision: this doctor wasn’t for me.  I would deal with this cancer – without chemo!

Cleaning Up the Water

When I finally had a moment to breathe, I went back to the basics—the core of everything I’d studied in natural health. I remembered a story about sick fish in a dirty tank:

“Do you throw medicine in and hope for the best—or do you clean the water and nourish them to life?”

That’s where I began.
Cleaning the water.

I started asking questions again. What was that ferritin trying to tell me? Why had my body been sending signals for 15 years that no one listened to?

Turns out, chronic infection—especially from implants—can wreak havoc on your immune system. I’m convinced the root cause of my cancer wasn’t my lifestyle or bad habits—I’ve never smoked, never eaten scavenger foods, never drank fluoridated water, and I’ve lived clean.
It was the infection.
Hidden. Silent. Deadly.

Cancer – without Chemo – The Fight I’m In Now

The implants are still there. Removing them could mean breaking my jawbone and undergoing major grafts. After 20 years, they’ve fused with the bone—making extraction risky and uncertain.

So for now, I’m doing what I can:

• Cleaning up my internal environment

• Supporting my immune system

• Tracking how I feel daily

• Listening to my body’s responses

• Staying connected to my faith

Some days are hard. But two months after saying no to chemo, I feel stronger. My energy is returning. I’m not following a prescribed protocol—I’m following what I’ve learned, and what feels right for me.

“Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is to choose YOUR own way.”

Why I’m Sharing This

I’m not saying natural healing is the right path for everyone. But I know some of you out there don’t have insurance. Or can’t afford treatment. Or simply don’t want to go through chemo, radiation, or the clinical route.

I’m not offering medical advice—I’m offering my story.
What’s working. What isn’t. And everything I’ve learned along the way.

Because if just one thing I say helps you feel a little more hopeful, a little more empowered—then it’s worth sharing.

What’s Next?

This is only the beginning. I’ll be writing more—detailing the supplements, protocols, food choices, and mindset practices I’m using to support my body.  Cancer – Without Chemo is my decision and know that it’s right for me.

And I’ll be honest. Always.

I don’t know how long I’ll live—but I know I’ll feel better while I’m here. And when I go, I have peace, hope, and a heavenly home waiting.

If you’re walking a similar road, I’d be honored to walk alongside you. Let’s encourage each other—without judgment, fear, or shame.  I welcome your questions or comments.