So, my friends in Brooklyn found... Graviola! Soursop! Whatever you want to call it. Cancer Killer!
I buy the liquid version, and it tastes like it could use a splash of rum and a small umbrella (and a man in a thong to deliver said beverage). But, I drink it in the morning after my lemon water, and my swig o' raw unfiltered apple cider vinegar. This morning, I tried adding the vinegar to my lemon water with a bit of himalayan pink salt and nearly vomited. It was suggested by a friend. Yeah, we're still friends... *shudder*
Anyway, I received 3 gorgeous fruits last night with 2 bags of dried leaves which you can apparently make a tea from. After dinner, I sliced the ripe one open and am amazed at the ridiculous deliciousness of it. I guess the juice isn't far off from the taste. I still could use a bit of rum, and Speedo Boy (please, let him be my husband - though I'm fully against the Speedo concept, he sure would look good in one...)
Even my daughter liked it. I called her in from homework duties to try it because I was so excited! She loves fruits, especially mangos and certain melons etc. This is tropical paradise. And, whether or not it kills cancer, I love it. But I will go on believing that it does. Docs won't agree - nothing kills or affects cancer except for the poison. Yeah, take your poison and shove it up your collective over-schooled asses. It's a fruit. It's yummy. If I die from cancer, let me die with yummy fruit in my belly.
Back to my cancer. I'm still detamoxifying. And, apparently, I've invented a new word. Bloating, hunger, extremes from elation to depression. Hyper then barely able to keep my eyes open. Ah. The joys of trying to regain my health after 11 months of death pills. But, I am so much happier, even in moments of non-goodness, compared to any tamoxifen moments. So there's that! YIPPEE!
The one thing that tells me that my body is trying, my period is sort of back. It started like a joke on Friday, I believe...? It's still here. Still laughable, but enough to warrant the mini-pad (of course, the hippie kind without chemicals!)
I get to see my radiologist on Thursday after acupuncture. Should I punch him in the teeth? Nah. He's a good dude. He'll most likely be proud of me for sticking to the tamoxifen for 11 months, which is way more than my initial reaction. Perhaps I should have followed my bloated gut, but at least I did give it a very fair shot. And it shot me down. So what. I can either mourn the time lost in those bottles, or look forward to regaining ME. Hey, guess what? I think I like me. I missed me! I'm coming back!
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