Ovarian Cancer – Diagnosis and Treatment

UPDATE 18 OCT 2016

I had a contrast CT scan for which I was to drink 3 lots of sweet iodine liquid and then turn up to get my innards scanned.  Before the actual scan I was injected with another contrast dye to pick up liver, lungs, kidneys etc.  I lay there, braless, nervous and holding my breath when instructed.

I walked home from the hospital and met my DH for a coffee.  We walked home after, expecting that it would take a week or more to get the results.

My mobile phone rang about 4:40 pm, and it was the gyno surgeon; asking whether I had been given an appointment.  I told him I had the CT scan done that day.  He then was able to check the scan quickly for me and told me that he thought the scan was clear.  He qualified that by saying the radiologist would give the final say.  He then said that I would likely be referred for chemotherapy.


Here is the final video in the “Quest for Cure” series:


This is one time in my life where I am not that thrilled to be right, but as per my previous post, I was right.  I do have Ovarian Cancer.  At the moment, the  Tumour Board at Mater Hospital cannot give the correct stage, but now I am diagnosed with “at least Stage II Ovarian  Cancer”.  I can tell you that I was devastated.  I tried my best to prepare for the worst news, but there it was.

The surgeon told us that they are now recommending a CT Scan, which I am having done Monday.  This is a contrast scan.  If there are tumours I have been told that more surgery will be recommended.  If there are no tumours, then ‘mop up’ chemotherapy will be recommended.

Having had a few days to  ponder this  new development in our lives, my husband has stayed back  from work to look after me post surgery.  And he kept my mind off the dark side.  And we went out  for breakfast most days, with him steadying me for my first sore post surgery steps.  I am now three weeks post surgery and must say that I feel a lot better and that most of the swelling has gone down.

I have had a fair few days to get used to the idea, and seek alternate ways to treat this cancer.  So this thread is meant to document and give resources to other women who may be faced with the same dilemma.  My choices may be different than the choice of a young woman who wants children, or a woman with young children.  Faced with almost certain death, one must make choices in line with what they want out of life.

I don’t suppose that any of the treatments I highlight in the following will meet TGA approval, so I don’t recommend them.  I can’t.  I have no idea whether they will work.

Rado Trenciansky was kind enough to send me some videos online which  may help, and from those videos I discovered a young man called Chris Wark who survived advanced stage Colon Cancer.

You know where I am going with this, don’t you?  I am not inclined to have  further surgery, and certainly not inclined to take chemotherapy.

I have also been watching the following videos, “The Truth About Cancer” Series by Ty Bollinger for your consideration.  There are lots more on the web, but this information may be  of assistance to you.

At the  moment, my plan is to finish the bottle of Amazon Tonic III that I received from Alpha Omega Labs in Ecuador (I  have ordered two more bottles).  I have been taking  this tonic since 25th September every day.  I have no idea of whether it is working  or not, because I had no idea that any cancer was left, once the ovaries and tubes were removed, but taking the  tonic gives me a sense of doing something for myself during the wait to see what the actual diagnosis is.

After finishing the first bottle of tonic, I intend to fast for 7 – 14 days, to give my body a chance to give up the cancerous cells and to take out the trash.  It may be that there  are numerous problems.  I don’t know if that will work, but it seems to me that it is easy to do.  I have fasted before, and the results were amazing.  DH was not amused because I snored loud because of sinus filling up with mucous.  Blech.  I then intend to  restart the Amazon Tonic III.   Please leave comments if you think  I can trying anything else.

We have been telling family the actual diagnosis. Neighbours are  being told that the doctors want to do more tests.

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Message to #GenerationNext

I have been blessed beyond belief with nieces and nephews, friends’ children and my own step children (and THEIR children) that I hardly know where to begin.

Rest assured that your voices matter and if you are patriotic, pro freedom and pro life you stand with the majority.  You are not alone.

If you feel that you must not speak on any subject, for fear of losing loved ones, please don’t stand by in polite silence while civil society is being white anted.

Read this for a start.  Link to http://www.quadrant.org.au to read article “The Suicide of the West” by Merv Bendle. Samsung says no (to Copy/Paste).

It is simply astonishing that purportedly sophisticated societies would so eagerly embrace such a large, aggressive and religiously-driven mass of invaders, especially when the historical record about the inevitable disastrous outcome is so clear.

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Ontario – Marxist Hell Hole

If you believe gender theory, you are too stupid to vote.  Subordinating your own powers of observation to mindless lies makes you worse than stupid. It makes you dangerous.


And if you are a functional parent of a child in school who is being beaten or intimidated by Syrian newcomers, and you don’t complain to the school and/or board …. just hand in your Dad Card. NOW. You are too fucking dumb to be a parent.

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Ban Muslim Hijra

I stand with Pauline Hanson and the 49% of dinki di Aussies that get it.  Islam is a textbook for terror, supremicism, murder, rape and pedophilia.  It is a system to abuse hypocrites  (fellow Muzzies) and unbelievers  (Duh. All of us).  We should ban Islam, re-purpose mosques and clean the bastards out.

This morning I saw a fully veiled woman sauntering down the street.  Even a child who watches Sesame Street would know which thing does not belong! The burka, the niqab, the hijab and the abaya.


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#SafeSchools my arse

Children are being groomed for sexual exploitation in Australia by sexual deviants and miscreants.

If you are a parent or a grandparent or an auntie or an uncle, you need to heed this and protect your kids from these fucking rock spiders.

Alan Jones talks to Parkinson about  this disgraceful attempt on our school children.



And  if you think I will shut up about this, you are dead wrong.  Time will come when kids everywhere will thank warriors like me for saving them from the kiddie fiddlers.

I have not one shred of ‘respect’ for  anyone who subjects their kids to this shit.  NONE.  If you are one of those parents, then you need to have a good look at yourself.

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My fight with my ovaries


Uh, I found out I might have Ovarian Cancer.  Does this disease deserve the proper noun?  Yes, I think it does.

My great mate Tina died of Ovarian Cancer in 2011, surrounded by family and friends.  It truly is a silent killer, and I  sit here hoping that I did not just get pushed to the top of the queue.

As an act of pure self indulgence, I intend to chart my journey though this particular hell.  Perhaps it will help some other unsuspecting woman with spare parts.

On or about February this year, I went  to my regular GP about something else, possibly my dry mouth (which I put down to aging), and as a “by the way” type pop-up idea (which often happens to menopausal me), I asked the doctor to refer me to a gyno to look at the possibility of getting my ovaries out.  I had a hysterectomy in 2006, and the remaining lady parts were always meant for eviction; I was waiting until my Hellish Menopause was just about over.   I had stopped most of the symptoms of menopause, so I thought it time to get these  spare parts out, due to losing a cherished mate with OC some years before.

As I recall, I attended the offices of a gyno and yes, she found that I had a cyst on my right ovary and that they could be taken out.  I asked whether she worked in the public hospital and when the answer was in the negative, I asked for a referral to the public system.  I don’t  have private health cover, because the managed fund I used for such an emergency disappeared in the  crash of 2008, so I went public with this one.   Not sensing any urgency, I presented myself at the Mater Brisbane who decided to do a scan, on or about  March of this year.  They discovered a 2.5 cm cyst on  my right ovary at that time, with a follow up scan due in July.

The  scan in late July told a different story.  The simple cyst on the right ovary had changed to

“Right Ovary – two lesions – 1. Solid mass with peripheral and internal vascularity, 3 cm was 2.5 cm.  2. Mixed solid and cystic, peripheral vascularity, 2 cm.”

My Left Ovary, perhaps in sympathy with her sister on the  Right,  had the following to say for herself: Left Adnexa (which means in the vicinity of):

“New large cystic structure that extends across midline, appears to exert mass effect therefore likely a cystic lesion rather than free fluid.  5 cm.  Not definitely seen to arise from left ovary which is otherwise normal”

I was summoned for an  appointment in mid August, for a chat to the regular gyno (a chap from Toronto, Ontario) who advised me that surgery would be recommended.  I heartily agreed.  It seemed to me and my husband  at the time that he was hesitant to tell me that my lady parts had to be taken out.  I was prepared to fight for the removal of my ovaries and  tubes, but did not have to go to battle.

Surgery was scheduled for early September, but alas the oncologists were consulted and it was decided that I had to wait for surgery until late September so that the Oncologist team could do the surgery.  It was the vascularity what did it. The waiting was alarming me, and despite my better judgement I DID Bing “vascularity ovary” and up popped “Ovarian Cancer” like some ethereal web based Grim Reaper.  I was officially worried now.

I recall that on the 23 of August, I decided to tell my sister about this diagnosis, and she offered to pray for me.  I am blessed beyond belief.  And I am on GraceTime.  I have enjoyed my life, and have two step children and two ‘grand children’ to whom I am “Grauntie“.  I  love  them dearly, and they have filled my life where it was empty.  I will write later about how Feminism caught me at a vulnerable age, and thus was partly responsible for my cavalier attitude towards having my own children.  Yes,  Feminism IS  Cancer.  Thanks, Milo.

Water Fasting – attempt to at least put  these cysts and neoplasms on notice that they were being ruthlessly evicted.  No, I am not a doctor, and so disclaim that, haters.

Aside from my sister’s prayers, I did some research as to what I could possibly do to make the surgeon’s work a bit easier, and I  found that water fasting may be able to at least remove some toxins and help with autophagy which is a two dollar word for the  body getting rid of its rubbish (like cysts, cancer cells etc).  I found  this  video  and Dr Thomas Seyfried (Ph D) fairly compelling, so on the 29th of August, I embarked on a fast.


I  have no idea of whether Dr Seyfried is right, of course,  but what he  says makes some sense to me.

Dr Jason Fung in Canada is also an inspiration in regard  to intermittent fasting.

Water fasting was a fantastic experience for me.  My body fed off of my significant fat stores until 11th of September when I broke the fast with some homemade tomato juice.  I  put  too  much Tabasco sauce in, but it wasn’t bad.  I am still  on broth and  soft proteins and vegetables and breaking a fast is very important.

Amazon Tonic III – an attempt to use herbal extracts from the Ecuadorian Rain Forest to help annoy these lesions.

I had ordered the tonic from  a trusted source in Ecuador.  These products are not approved by the Australian Therapeutic Goods Association, so I am not allowed to recommend them; all I can do is say  that I am taking a daily dose of this stuff, and pray for the  best.  I order the Tonic on the 24th of August, so did not waste much time.  I have used another of their products for  skin cancers and therefore  was familiar  with the way it worked.  The Tonic arrived in my  mailbox on Wednesday.

So  here  I am, with another week to go until Surgery at which all will be revealed.  I am a bit anxious and perhaps writing this story will alleviate some of that existential angst.  We all  have to be ready  to die.  Nobody gets out of here alive, but I  did  not wish  to jump to the front  of this queue.

I did go and see a Naturopath in the city, but that  was a complete waste  of time.  It is difficult  to find someone to supervise a water fast, but I did it, and felt it was something I would try again.  There is a mob in NSW who supervise fasts, but  they could not recommend anyone  local.

So  I wait.  I don’t Google any more.  I can’t. I mustn’t.  I won’t.

I feel better for doing what  I believe I can, to help make the  cancer surgeon’s job a bit easier.  I have no idea of  what  they will find.

I must recount my visit with  the gyno cancer surgeon.  His bedside manner is atrocious so I know he is the right man for the job.

A week ago, I went in  for preadmission.  They  weigh you in public. With your clothes on. And shoes. They ask you all manner of questions.  And when I indicated that I did not want a midline incision (that is  a vertical scar from navel to pubis) the surgeon  looked at me like I had put a knife into  HIM.  He told me that they really had to have permission to  do this, in case they could not get my lady parts via keyhole surgery.  I just told him as nicely as I could that if they had to cut me open like that, then I was pretty much stuffed anyway, and that they please go through the existing hysterectomy scar to get them, rather than a vertical cut on my abdomen.  So he said “So basically your instruction is that  should a midline incision be required, we are to abandon  surgery“.  I paused for a brief  moment and said  “Yes“. So he wrote  in on the  form and I duly signed the consent.

My dear husband sat there  and  could not believe I would take on the surgeon.

Time will of course tell, but I am happy with the consent form.

I will update this post as I go.  That tonic tastes terrible.  I had to reduce the dose so as not to throw  up.

I have used this time to do things I have always wanted to  do.  I ordered vintage Levis  501s off of e-bay.  They fit! Yes!  And they look great!  I don’t know if other women my  age shop for  jeans but you can’t buy vintage or traditional jeans any more.  They are all stretch denim which I consider to be horrid.

I asked my husband to help me into  a gorgeous pink dress I had found online.  It fits! Yessss! Winning. I used to have to put on a corset to get into it, but now it fits unaided with whalebone and ribbon.

UPDATE 16 Sept  – just gave six vials of blood as requested, to prepare for surgery.  I noticed that I bled from the needle site more than usual.  Maybe the Tonic is causing that?  All the more important to quit the Tonic tomorrow as instructed by both the hospital and the herbalist.

UPDATE 17 Sept – we went to have breakfast; I had a small meal as I am on  the last day of transitioning from the Water Fast (Transfaster?).  My DH reminds me that my CA-125 levels are low (they are), that my HE-4 levels are low (they are) and that I have a better than average chance of this not being anything  more than benign.  Still, I  have flashes of what  it might be like  to be told bad news.  I feel “pulling” in the vicinity of  my Right One, and this has been more evident since taking the Tonic.  So I did the only thing I could do.  I bought some cotton yarn and have started knitting some dishcloths.  I am out and have been meaning to get to Spotlight to get some of the Lionbrand Kitchen Yarn.  It knits up well.  I have almost finished my first cloth.

I have quit taking the Tonic, as instructed.  And I can now do nothing  more than wait, hoping that 3 or 4 days of Tonic will do its bit to round ’em up and point  ’em to the nearest exit.

UPDATE 19 September – DH is home with me now. I get chest pain when walking any distance now so am not keen to do the normal shopping.  The hospital took a chest Xray but can’t tell me the results until Doctor.  I do not know whether the chest pain is linked to the masses on my ovaries.  If it is, I am stuffed. I know the chest pain is not due to atherosclerosis. My arteries are clear.  Cop that, butter bashers!!  I am just waiting until surgery.  Four more sleeps.

UPDATE 20 September – I am so ovary this.  I just hope that the quack can get my ovaries and all the jewelry attached to them out via keyhole surgery.  Three more sleeps.  DH cuddles me at night.  He recorded me snoring like a train the other night because I didn’t think I snored.  Lol.

Forgot to tell you that my arteries were cleared of  any crime at the Royal Brisbane and  Women’s Hospital.  That facility is like the bar scene out of Star Wars.  And that is just the staff, not the patients.  I hope to never go there again.

UPDATE 22 September 16

Tomorrow morning I am scheduled to be admitted to hospital. My ovaries are on their last day of residence. I must say I am looking forward to waking up after surgery and finding out what the diagnosis is.  If the diagnosis is OC, then the Amazon Tonic will be the treatment of choice. I can’t quite run at chemo or radiation.  I hope they can get everything via keyhole.  Gah.  I won’t keep you waiting. As soon as I know, you will know.

UPDATE – 23 September 16

Surgery this morning required double time because of adhesions – another two dollar word for scars – due to previous hysterectomy.   Immediately prior surgery, on the slab, the assistent surgeon told me that going through the existing hysterectomy scar would not give them sufficient access.  I reiterated my position to her. If they had to open me up like a stuck pig, abandon surgery.  It was right that she checked and I appreciate her brutal beside manner.   Just after this exchange, she walked out to talk to  the the lead surgeon and he breezed in a moment later. He was the thinnest man I have ever seen and would be toppled in a stiff breeze.  He asked me if I had any questions?  I said “No”.  That  was it.  One look in his eyes, and I knew I was in good hands.  Am I lucky or what?

I woke up to the news that surgery was difficult and long but it looks like they got it all.  Tests will take another two weeks.

I am back home now and am feeling better every day. Bladder works. Bowels yet to announce.   Feelings of relief have been replaced with tired.  My pink abdomen has now been washed!

I will be taking the Amazon Tonic III to finish, just to be sure.  It can’t hurt.

UPDATE 25 September 2016 – feeling  much better.  Bladder working overtime, bowels  working, and tummy still looks like a beach ball with holes in it.  Yes, they did the surgery the way I wanted, because to my thinking if the cancer had spread already, it wasn’t worth the effort to take the ovaries and tubes out.  I  had no idea that adhesions were even a thing.  I can’t roll over on my side or get up and down easily.  Try bending over to put on shoes.  Ugh.   I feel very lucky and have now started the Amazon Tonic III dosage to ensure that any rogue cancer cells can be dealt with (hopefully).  Forgot to ask a few things of the  surgeons who came to visit me (there were three of them).  I forgot to ask whether my CA-125 and HE-4 were elevated in the blood samples taken prior to surgery.  I also  forgot  to  ask if the adhesions  are likely to come back.  Other than that, we just have to wait until two Mondays after next to find out what the lab results are.

I can’t even  wear my yoga pants because they are too restrictive.  I  was not prepared for  this much swelling.  But it has gone  down over night, and hopefully will subside in the  next few days.

I did google the operation I just had, and  it scared me, so I stopped reading about it.  I  will leave it to the experts.

UPDATE 15 October 2016

It has been a long wait for the laboratory results.  I was told on the day of  surgery that “they got it all” and  that even though the ovaries were inflamed, the provisional result on the day could not call cancer or not.  So both DH and I thought that I would be clear of cancer.  Both wrong.  I have been diagnosed with “at least Stage II  Ovarian Cancer” because of cancer cells found on my ovaries and in the pelvic wash.  The surgeon has recommended a contrast CT scan, which he expects to be clear.  Uh, where have we heard that before?  Anyway I am going through with the CT scan on Monday, with results likely a week later.  If my innards look okay, then the surgeon will recommend oncology, which I will heed, but likely decline.  If my innards look like there are more tumours there, the surgeons will recommend more surgery which I will decline.

I will put a new post up, pinned to the  top of the blog to chart my own journey through the wilderness.


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Australia’s ears pinned back, ready to fight

Newly minted Senator One Nation Malcolm Roberts takes on the Climate Change impassionistas:

One Nation Senator Pauline Hanson takes on the cry bully Left and talks about the unmentionable Islam and *gasp Muslims.   Who evidently self identify as Muslims so what is the issue?  Enjoy.

Here in Australia, the election results weren’t surprising to me.  The Liberals under Turnbull lost a goodly chunk of the conservative vote, and a lot of those votes ended up with Pauline Hanson’s One Nation Party.

The One Nation Party won four senate seats, which makes Pauline the most influential party in the Australian Senate.  Cop that Turnbull.  He was the one who said that Pauline was unwelcome in the Parliament.

Well, we voted dumb bastards out, and put in a new bunch of bastards that are looking like they are doing the job.

Any cursory read of this blog will tell the gentle reader that I am implacably opposed to violent ideas which call for my slaying.  Yep, that is where I draw  the bar.  I also oppose the slaying of innocents in relation to abortion.  That should be self evident but to many on the Left it is not.  I often wonder how Leftists can look at mother nature and decide how to destroy it, rather than embrace it is natural truth and law.  That is a matter for a separate discussion.  I am also keen to see the end of the “Global Warming” scam, which takes dough from middle class Aussies and gives that money to rent seekers which scream ‘Green’.

Well, baby take heart.  The videos posted show that my vote was well placed in the hands of the One Nation Party.

Ah! The despicable Greens walked out on Senator Hanson’s speech without shaking her hand, as is the normal custom for parliamentarians.  They really are uncivilised savages who want to shut us up.

So anyone who is stuck in a Leftist utopia please understand that there is  hope.  And you can hope with your damned vote.  Just vote the dumb bastards out.  Beats a knife or a gun at a later date.


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