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No More Scans, I'm Done!

8/3/2017

UPDATE on my health: I heard from the doctor and she’s shifted again. She said she changed the CT scan because of my weak kidneys, but that also meant I couldn’t get the MRI because of the contrast involved, so instead she wants me to get a PET scan, which makes no sense since I’d get radiation from that one too! They used to send me home from the hospital after a PET scan with a note for the police in case I got pulled over because they’ve often detected bomb-making material from patients after their PET scan appointments. I went home with many of these “notes.” Despite all this, the MRI and PET folks were still calling me to make an appointment. Here’s what happened: she wanted me to get a CT scan, got mad when I refused, then out of fear I changed my mind and said I’d do it, then I got a message saying I was getting the PET scan and MRI instead. Because I didn’t agree to do any of those and only had agreed to do the CT scan, I said “no” to all of them. Then she called and explained that she changed the scan from a CT and MRI to the PET scan because it would be less harmful to my kidneys. Had I not initially refused to do the CT scan, my poor kidneys would have already been harmed—which was the reason I didn’t want it in the first place! So, now I’m done. I never want to see this doc again. I’m not doing any of the scans, I don’t need them.

The night before last, I prayed again to God, asking him to be my doctor (again), then told him how overwhelmed I was by all the research I've done, and wondered if I was trusting in Him at all? It was then I just asked for a miracle. I'm just too tired to figure it all out. Then the next morning I called my mom and she told me to tell the doctor to "buzz off" and don't do the scans because my blood counts are fine, and just eat right, drink enough water, take my B17 ... and remember that God is my doctor. I was shocked to hear her remind me of what I'd just prayed the night before (especially because she doesn’t usually talk this way). So, with that reminder, I told the doc to cancel all my scan appointments, and that’s when I finally heard back from the doctor (not her nurse, but the actual doctor) who told me the scans would have been bad for my kidneys anyway. Is God in charge or what? I’m just so grateful He led me to make the right decision.

Remember the pregnancy test a man with cancer took for me, and it was positive? Well, even though it’s not extremely accurate, I took one, and I’m not pregnant, which means, I don’t have cancer. I don’t have any visible tumors, no pain, nothing. I’m fine! Other than the fact that I’m losing my hair. During this discovery about my kidneys, I found out that high ferritin (the whole reason I got on this wild trek) can be caused by kidney disease or kidney damage, which then can affect the thyroid, ETC. Like I said (and the reason I was hesitant to get the CT scan in the first place) I’ve gotten A TON of these scans! A TON! So many, I can’t even count how many I’ve had. I’ve got to protect my kidneys—they are a vital organ, after all. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they are now suffering because of all the cancer treatments (radiation, chemo, scan after scan after scan), and I need to do what I can to help them. I don’t have kidney disease or kidney failure, or kidney cancer or colon cancer. I don’t have ANY of the symptoms for those issues. God helped me to see what my kidneys needed before any of that happened. Allowing me to lose my hair was a wake-up call! Not to mention, taught me not to complain about my hair no matter what it looked like. Instead, I’m grateful for whatever I’ve got left! And I thank God for that. Because of all my complaining, I really don’t deserve to get it back. I lost it once, God brought it back beautifully, and then I complained. Such a brat, I am!

So, my goal now is to do everything I can to help my kidneys. Lord willing, this will lower my ferritin, and then my thyroid will get back on track, and my hair will come back. All of this will happen if it’s God’s will. He’s my Physician.

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Sandi Rog

On November 1, 2010, I was diagnosed with Stage Four Non-Hodgkins T-cell Lymphoma when my oncologist found a tumor in my head. He gave me radiation for this tumor, which continued to light up on all the PET scans for the rest of my treatments, but the growth had stopped. Within a year-and-a-half I was given eight rounds of chemo (including 22-hour bags and other numerous amounts of smaller injections of chemo that are innumerable—nearly bleeding to death twice), 35 treatments of radiation, a stem-cell transplant (which included "enough chemo to kill a healthy person"—my oncologist liked to say—along with full-body radiation), and numerous amounts of drugs and one magnesium vitamin.
Despite this aggressive protocol, all these traditional cancer treatments failed. After this, I was left with three tumors: one in my ribcage and two in my spine. By October 2011 they did radiation on these tumors in order to stop the growth.

In the beginning of November of 2011 I saw a naturopathic doctor who gave me high doses of Vitamin C (via an IV), a slew of vitamins, and I got on Vitamin B17. During this time I was on an immune suppressant drug prescribed by my oncologist called Tacrolimus (a.k.a. Tac) because of the stem-cell transplant (they didn’t want my new immune system to attack me), along with a slew of other drugs. I’d gotten the transplant so that I could receive a new immune system that would kill off the cancer because it’s our immune systems that kill cancer. But they overdosed me on the Tac, which is likely why the cancer returned. Still, while on the Tac, the B17 worked, and by the end of December of 2011, I was declared in remission.

At this time I was taking 70 pills a day, which included drugs from the oncologist and supplements from the naturopathic doctor, including the B17. It was too much for me, so I got off all the supplements (including the B17), but continued taking what my oncologist prescribed. Then in February of 2012, the cancer came back, revealing a tumor in my pelvic bone. Again, I got radiation, but I still didn’t take any more of the supplements, including the B17.

Then in June I got another PET scan which revealed more tumors. The tumor in my pelvic bone still lit up (just like the one in my head did until the end of December 2011), I had another tumor in my rib cage, and three in my lymph nodes. By this time we were defeated. I was going to die. My oncologist, Dr. Myint from Colorado University Hospital, said all he could offer was more chemo, and sent me home to think about it. By this time, I had nothing to lose. I decided to slowly wean myself off the immune suppressant drugs (namely the Tac), along with all the other drugs the oncologist had me on, and I read up on Vitamin B17. At my next appointment with my oncologist, I refused the chemo (if I was going to die, I’d rather die strong than with my head in a toilet) and told the nurse practitioner that I was going to take Vitamin B17. Dr. Mijnt came in later, and when I asked him if he’d heard of B17, he puffed up his chest, and said, “Yes, of course.” But that’s all he said, and normally, he’d go on and on about the quackery of other alternative treatments we (my husband and I) had mentioned in the past, but this time he said nothing. They were willing to monitor me on this, and I was to return in eight weeks for another PET scan.

In August of 2012, I got on Vitamin B17, 500mg twice a day. Eight weeks later, these were the results of the PET scan: the tumor in my pelvic bone was gone; the one in my ribcage was gone; and the three in my lymph nodes, one was gone, the other was almost completely gone, and the other had shrunk so much my oncologist wasn't worried about it (by this time I had a new oncologist who was unaware that I was taking B17). After doing the math, I figured by ten weeks, all the cancer was gone.

Vitamin B17 wiped out my cancer on two separate occasions: December of 2011 while taking the immune suppressant drug (Tac) and in October of 2012 when I was off the Tac. This means the Tac had no affect on the cancer, and I could not have experienced a “spontaneous remission” as doubters believe. I've been free of cancer now for SEVEN years since October 2012, all because of God's stuff, His vitamin B17, a concentrated form of bitter apricot kernels. All the glory belongs to my Father who is in Heaven. Praise His Name!

Genesis 1:29, “Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food.”

I Beat Cancer with Vitamin B17

No More Scans, I'm Done!

Sandi Rog

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