The Great Search for Grapes with Seeds a KILLER of #Cancer #Inflammartorybrestcancer

Depositphotos_3777121_lsmWhy do I want grapes with seeds? A long time ago there was a cure called the “grape cure”. People would drink water for 12 hours and then break their fast by eating grape mush. Or mashed grapes with seeds.


Remember, I told you cancer cells party on sugar. PaarrTay!  After starving them for 12 hours and they then sending them a sugary treat like mashed grapes…well you’ve just gotten them all excited. They gobble  the treat!  Ha!

Inside the seed and dark grape skin, is resveratrol and that is the killer of cancer. One source I’ll link claimed it’s great for late stage cancers.

So this is my thought…why wait until you’re like me…late stage incurable cancer? Frozen red grapes with seeds, thrown in your Vitamx with a little water in the morning after a long nights natural fast will keep you healthy!  In the Vitamix the seeds completely disappear in the frozen slushy goodness.

And guess what…grapes are good for whole lot of other stuff!

However, I just spent days searching for grapes with seeds. We ended up driving thirty miles last evening to fine one little bag!  I NEED GRAPES! With seeds please.. 🙂



Because the First Day of Chemo is so STINKING scary!

Regulating an IV dripEven my second time around…I had the first day jitters. I couldn’t sleep the night before. When I went the first time I didn’t really have clue what to expect. So I’m going to talk about what happens in case anyone out there is searching for the answer.

1. Check in…they have to know how they are getting paid.

2. I get weighed, temperature taken and blood pressure recorded.

3. I’m taken to a room where blood samples are taken. If I had a port they would use it. However, during my first chemo sessions almost two years ago to the day, I only got to use the port twice before it was accidentally discovered I had a blood clot. That meant that for 6 months I Blood in test tubes and results close uphad to give myself shots in the stomach because someone failed to flush it properly. So they use my veins the wold fashioned way.

4. I go visit the doctor…not every time, but every other. They update my chart and answer any questions I may have. On this first visit I was supposed to be given a shot for the cancer in my hip. I had to have three teeth pulled for them to consider giving it to me because of the side affect. The doctor says: “Only 1 in 1,000 have the side affect.” I just gave her “THE LOOK”!  At which point she laughed and said, “Yeah, I guess you haven’t had such good luck with the odds so far.” The odds of getting Inflammatory Breast Cancer is about 1%.  Out of what…how many cases of breast cancer are there? Millions…oh yeah.. So even after having the teeth pulled I declined the treatment for now.

Yes, you can say no.

5. The chemo room.  My insurance gives me a private room with chairs for two guests. (You know the insurance that puts me a little deeper in debt each year until I never think I can catch up) Every chemo is different. This is my 5th kind. With this one I had to take anti-nausea meds and an IV for 1/2 hour before the chemo began. This chemo is known for hurting as it goes in…next time I’m asking for pain meds too, because it burned like hades. I did, however, eventually fall asleep. Sometime they put you in a chair, sometimes a bed. Now that I know this chemo is one I WANT to sleep through, I’ll request a bed.  Some are a breeze.

This was the first time the chemo hurt. On the good side…here I sit the day after, writing my SECOND blog post!  I made lunch for everyone, I trimmed some hedges…and after this I plan to force myself to rest! I was just a little nauseated last night, but a single tiny pill took care of it and put me to sleep.

Any questions…I’ll try to answer or get the answer for you.

Blew Up my Blog and I Have Cancer AGAIN! #CancerSucks

catfishcookedPayton and I just finished cooking the catfish he caught this morning. Now he’s in the back yard feeding the fire pit twigs from the dead pine tree he cut down this afternoon…he’s kept me smiling today as I began to rebuild my blog.

I lost this entire blog the same day I posted about the return of my cancer. An omen? Or a fresh start? 🙂 I’m smiling, but I don’t understand why. When I took Payton fishing this morning, my car stopped running on top of a very big hill. I had to call Mike and Corey, the car was towed 20 miles, when AAA only paid for 3. And I’m still smiling. That’s life.

Since I have to start somewhere…this is the post that crashed my blog:

Man looking tiredly through the newspapers collageWhy hide the news?

I was reading the The Mansfield Killings by Scott Fields last night and became aggravated; not because of the author, but the murderer really burned me. It was a book I should NOT have picked up under the current circumstances.

On Monday as I was driving to my doctor’s appointment with my husband Mike, I told him I felt like a prisoner getting ready to hear I’d been sentenced to death row.

However, a death row sentences can mean years and years of life.

This isn’t true for some cancer patients. And sure enough, the words I heard were harsh. It had been so wonderful living over a year after my first chemo and radiation and feeling cancer free!

In the back of my mind I knew this cancer wasn’t merciful.

In June of 2011 I was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer, the rarest and deadliest of the breast cancers.  In the first six months, 50% lose their lives from it.  My first check up after the mastectomy, there were no cancer cells found in the breast or the lymph nodes they’d removed. .

I was elated!

The chemo had been brutal, leaving me with severe neuropathy in my feet and a little in my fingers. I can still walk, but I can fall like a feather in the wind if I’m not careful. And of course, that was exactly what I did. So I took a fall which at the time didn’t seem so bad. But the fall was over a year ago and I was having problems because of it.

When I went to the doctor recently, that is why I went. Not because I suspected the cancer had returned. One test lead to another, than another and so on. Last Monday I was told it’s in my liver, hip, a couple of nodes in my chest and my on my thyroid.

This was a hard pill to swallow. 🙂 (little pun) As my doctor said, “I was hoping you were Illustration of comic book explosion for your designone of the 10%.  There is no cure.”

Yes, those are really harsh words.

90% of the people who contract Inflammatory Breast Cancer with a triple negative factor will die within 5 years. I’m going back for chemo, but I don’t know if I’ll stay on it if makes things worse, which it can.

The moral of the story is; don’t pick up a book where the prisoner is lamenting his death sentence after brutally killing six people.The next thing you know, you could be ranting on your blog. Not that this is a rant, but it just seems an easy way to communicate the news.

One thing I discovered when I came down with this diagnosis, it’s hard to find people out there with Inflammatory Breast Cancer to talk to. So this is the first post on my new blog under the new category…Cancer Sucks!