From: Katherine L. Krueger <katie8519@earthlink.net>
To: vianet@i-2000.com <vianet@i-2000.com>
Subject: Cancer
Date: Thursday, April 16, 1998 1:37 AM

HI, I came across your website and I felt compelled to email you and share
my mother's story of recovery with you. She didn't have the same kind of
Cancer, but she has a horrible one, one with a very low survival rate,
virtually 0% for past 5 years. Here's her story:

In September of '97 my mother started to deteriorate very fast, she had
been extremely healthy, last summer we had dug and created three water
ponds that connected and each had a waterfall. It had been a tremendous
amount of work, we had done it together, and mom felt fine. Within a month
after building the ponds and waterfalls in our front yard, my mom started
to swell up. Her upper body started to fill with "stuff", it happened very
fast, and she got worse even faster. That was our only clue something was
wrong. I'm 19 and had recently transferred colleges to come back to my
home area (Bay Area, California, a wonderful place). We took my mom to the
doctor, he did an X-ray and told us he thought there might be a tumor. It
never crossed my mind that my mom was dying of cancer and that she might
not make it through the weekend. Later that week (Friday) she had a CT
Scan. By this time it was getting increasingly difficult for my mother to
breath. They put her on oxygen. She had gained 38 pounds of "Stuff".
They did a biopsy on her, still not telling us if they had found anything.
They admitted her to the hospital that night and we were told her doctor
would come by that night to talk to us. At 7 that night, he came by and
told us the horrible news, my mother had extensive small celled lung cancer
that had metastasized to her liver among other various organs. Small
celled is the worst kind of cancer, it spreads and grows the fastest. The
prognosis is never good. My mother had smoked cigarettes for many years,
but had quit several years prior. The cancer was due to her cigarette
smoking. But that didn't matter anymore, they only expected her to live 3
more months. The nurses in the hospital were weary about her making it
through the weekend. Later that night we met her oncologist, who said 6
months was a possibility. If mom responded to the Chemo they were going to
start the next morning, she might last longer. Something clicked inside of
me, I wasn't ready to lose my mother, and I knew she didn't want to leave
yet. From the very first moment, I never resigned to her death. I never
left her alone, she needed my support. I always offered a smile with a
reassuring "Of course you will beat their odds!" Everyone else around me
was preparing for my mother's death. Her other children (all older than me
by atleast 15 years). Her will was revised, everything was prepared. I
was told I was in denial by many. I refused to "let" her die! I made a
pact with her to do everything we could to get through this.
    She slowly started to improve...she made it through that first session of
Chemo and through the weekend. She came home within 5 days from entering
the hospital. We started to give her dietary supplements by a company
named Mannatech (she'd actually been taking them before all of this
started, but she had stopped while she was in the hospital, we had been
concerned about the products interfering with the Chemo, but when we showed
the ingredient list to her doctor, she said the theory is that antioxidants
will make the Chemo not work so well, but it's just a theory, Mom started
taking them again, and look where she is!). The products are all natural
and are designed to give your body what it needs to heal itself.
Everything we did was obviously right, 7 cycles of intense Chemo later, the
cancer is gone in my mother's liver, she went off of oxygen in time for
Thanksgiving, lost all the "stuff" that had backed up in her system (which
was due to a tumor blocking the major vein to the heart), and today, she
feels "GREAT". She tolerated the Chemo better than anyone else her
doctor's have seen. Her original site of the tumor, is drastically, says
the last CT Scan. It's a miracle my mother is alive today. It's even
more of a miracle that she is doing so phenomenally well. I know it has to
be the products we have her on, they aren't cheap, but the money is more
than worth it for her life!!! She's not the only one taking these products
that have experienced "miracles" with similar cases.

I hope this adds to another story of hope...

Best Wishes!
-Katie


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