Lloyd Pye – “Round 2” As He has called it…

From: Andrew Johnson

Date: 2013-11-10 22:19:24

Attachments : Lloyd Pye has not been too well, following regrowth of the tumour which he managed to reduce. Read on below, for those not on Facebook.   2 November New Blog #1—Highgate, London—Round Two, Cancer vs. MeThree weeks ago, on Oct. 11th, I ended my first blog detailing my bout with cancer. In the last of them, #31, I mentioned developing sharp pains in the left-rear of my ribcage that seemed to be activated when I ate, so I suspected pancreatitis. In the past three weeks, frankly, I’ve been through hell with that problem and then another that developed shortly after writing that blog. Those pains after meals kept getting worse and worse, gradually sliding up on a “1 to 10” scale from 3, 4, and 5, right on up to 5, 6, and 7. I was rightfully becoming alarmed. On Oct. 19th I fulfilled a long-standing obligation to attend the Presidio, Texas, UFO Conference, and for the first time I felt I had moved into the realm of 8 out of 10. Two of those nights were especially bad, and without pain pills handy I can’t imagine getting through them. Then I flew here to London on the 22nd to fulfill filming obligations. I have been here for the past 10 days, but I have known for two weeks I was in trouble that was becoming worse by the day, and today I was forced to forego the first of those filming obligations. I hope I can do better for the one scheduled next weekend.All this time my “body battle” has been raging on two fronts. First, I finally figured out that my back pains were due to an accident that occurred as I was returning to London from the Klinik in Germany. I tried to lift my suitcase into an overhead rack in a train, where it barely clipped a wheel on the way up. That sent it heading down to crash onto the person in the seat below, so I instinctively reached to catch it, twisting hard in the process to make sure that didn’t happen. I felt a sharp twinge of pain and a clear “pop!” emanated in the left rear of my ribcage, but no serious pain resulted immediately. It took five or six days for the injury to start making itself fully known as a rib head pulled out of its normal place along my spine. The muscle spasms associated with that one had soon pulled out two more, top and bottom, and those continuing muscle spasms would up pulling out two more. I’ve been going to chiropractors and osteopaths as I’ve been able to, and the one here said the five rib heads out that he found was one of the worst cases of it that he had ever seen. So I’ve had that aggravating and very painful battle to deal with in addition to the pains in my upper abdomen.As for the abdomen, 10 days ago, just before last weekend, I became convinced the “hole” where the bulk of my tumor used to be had filled up with fluid rather than shrinking down or away as, I think, they usually do. It could well be that my tumor was so large, and shrunk so fast, that the covering over it could not keep up, and as the cancer cells “exploded” from the hyperthermia and chemo attacking them, they were not expelled or dealt with as they might have been or should have been. Maybe my body was also weakened so much by the chemo that it was unable to process the dead cancer cells as might normally have been expected. Detoxification of the body is always paramount in a situation like this, and it’s looking like mine was not up to the job of detoxing that much that fast, so it found a handy “dumping ground,” the empty “sack” that once held the bulk of my tumor, and that became where it went. I want to add that this is still, for the moment, entirely SPECULATION on my part. We don’t yet have proof. However, I’ve been in contact with Dr. Weber about my worsening situation, and he ordered an MRI here in London, which I had to wait a few days to receive but finally had carried out yesterday (Friday). I don’t want to go into how difficult it was to lay on a badly strained back for a half hour, but I will say that I barely got through it. I’m glad I did, though, because it HAD to be done. Dr. Weber was sent a disk with the full results of the scan, which he will receive on Monday, and at that point he will be able to say with certainty if the “mass” in my chest that the MRI technicians could clearly see is in fact all tumor (which I doubt), a mixture of fluid and tumor (which I expect), and most importantly, how much is tumor and how much is fluid. If fluid dominates, which I expect, then I think the likeliest treatment will be to aspirate it out with a large needle, which I can have done here in London. If I need something more complex, like surgery to insert an ongoing drain for a month or two, then I must have a considerable amount of financial help to pay for having it done here. Remember, healthcare here is free to English citizens but not to outsiders. We have to pay, so I’d be stuck with that bill. Let’s all hope it requires nothing more than aspiration with a needle one or two or three times to get it to settle down.Whatever it takes, I MUST do it. I can’t keep living like this. The weight of the tumor area is so heavy now (this is why I’m convinced it’s fluid) that it presses on organs when I lie down left or right, and down on my aorta if I lie on my back. So I’ve spent most of the past 10 nights sitting upright in the padded rocking chair you see attached as “Whistler’s Uncle” (title courtesy of Vivienne). Six of those nights I’ve spent entirely in it, watching the hours grind slowly past and not getting much actual sleep. It’s been a terrible, terrible grind, these past three weeks, the worst of my life I’m sure, but not necessarily the worst that will come my way if I can’t get this immediate problem solved so I can go back to eating and sleeping properly.I have been living on very soft foods for these past few weeks, and less and less of them as the reactions each time have become more severe. As food enters my stomach, it presses against the tumor “sack,” which sets off what I think is called “Tumor Interstitial Fluid Pressure,” and then all hell breaks looks. One small rise in pressure leads to an ever-ascending cascade of rises until there is a lump in my abdomen that is very hard and causes the terrible pain. After several hours the pain begins to recede and the tumor “sack” slowly becomes softer and more pliable under finger pressure. And there it waits for the next meal, or the next thing to set it off.I can’t take the vitamins I should be taking, or the supplements, or the food I should be eating. I can drink water and some mild herbal teas and almost nothing happens, so I’ve taken to fasting quite a bit. I’ve lost over 10 pounds and will surely lose more before this episode is over. I plan to keep going with this new blog of the new chapter in my fight against cancer. I have no idea where it will lead, but let’s not forget that I still have a remnant of cancer in me that has enjoyed a great opportunity to start growing again over the past few weeks because I’ve been unable to fight back properly. I know those of you who followed the first round of my battle had the same feeling I did, that it was almost an unfair fight, that everything was going entirely my way, because it was. That has ended with a very painful THUD! I’m back in the ring with a new kind of opponent, and I have a grim feeling I will need just as much of your help to win this round as I did to win round one so decisively. I’m not saying I’m done for, or that the fight is over, but my opponent is damn sure up off the canvas and striking some blows that really do hurt. Lloyd PyeHighgate, LondonNov. 2, 2013   New Blog #2—Highgate, London—Bad News, Change Of PlansBefore I start #2, I’ve attached a reminder that I once had a prime, as we all have now, or once had, and to illustrate that it is often easy to take for granted how much meaning and value our lives have not only to us, of course, but to those who know us and love us. I enjoyed my prime and tried hard to make the most of it, as we all do in the course of living. I offer this as a reminder to everyone to cherish your life, past and present, and never take for granted any part of being alive, because ups and downs are always a part of it. It’s one long thrilling and terrifying rollercoaster ride, this life of ours, which we all must ride to whatever conclusion is in store for us. I’ve been up, as the photo shows, and I’m now down, as I’m about to explain.I start with this melancholy reminder of past glory because I have to ask you all to forget virtually everything I wrote in the first new blog about my current condition. I was waayyy off-base on much of it. First, the good news. My back is slowly healing with regular administration of a cold pack on it. Slow but sure. That part is improving. The bad news is really bad. Brace y’selves. Friday’s MRI has revealed that my original tumor is roaring back to life! Yes, I know, it’s shocking to me and all around me, but this is what is happening. Originally it was 13 cm by 10 cm. It went down to around 3 x 2 cm when I left Klinik Marinus for the last time on Sept. 27th, almost 40 days ago. In those 40 days the tumor itself has boomed back to 10 x 7.5 cm and shows no signs of stopping if I keep living as I’m living now. Sudden and drastic changes must be made, and are being made, to try to counteract this terrible turn of events in my battle against this beast.I have clearly lost round one, but with some advantages and some disadvantages to work with and against. The advantage is that I now know tremendously more about how to fight cancer naturally than I did on July 15th when I was given my diagnosis. This is entirely to my advantage. To my extreme disadvantage is that I have to now struggle to fight a very aggressive (obviously) cancer of the immune system (lymphoma) with an immune system now very damaged by the low-dose chemo I took at the Klinik. I know we all thought that would bring the best outcome for me, but it hasn’t. We could always say I should have had more chemo. Certainly that was an option that I declined because I thought we had it on the run and I could take it out with other modalities like hemp oil. Now that belief I had then will be put to a severe test. I have had to ditch my remaining obligations here in London and in Paris to leave on an emergency basis to return home on Friday. At home with Vivienne, we will dig in and start two new regimens of natural therapy that I think are the best for me with my case. Both of these regimens have saved hundreds, if not thousands, of other cancer victims, many of them in much worse condition than me before beginning them, so using both against my cancer can only work to my benefit. I still believe I can beat it.The first regimen is a radical shift in my diet that will alkalize my body as much as possible. I arrived at the Klinik thoroughly alkaline, hitting between 7.0 and 7.5 pH on the four days before my first chemo drip. Since that day I’ve never seen the high side of 6.5 pH. It’s always in the highly acidic range of 6.0 to 6.5. This is why my cancer has roared back so dramatically, because my body is feeding it the acids it needs to thrive. So now I have to starve it of those acids as quickly and efficiently as I can to produce an alkaline environment it can’t survive in.To do that I will eat nothing but fresh fruits and vegetables, with some nuts for protein. I’ll juice fruits and vegetables for added nourishment. I’ll steam the vegetables that require it to be more palatable. I’ll drink water and herbal teas designed to promote alkalinity. And I’ll take supplements to do the same. I obviously have to go overboard at this to fight the debilitation of my natural immune system, the one I brought to the Klinik but which I have no more. This is how battles are lost and wars are won; you take your defeats and bad decisions and try to turn them to your advantage.The other regimen I will use is the one hundreds of you have urged me to try, which is hemp oil. Yes, I heard your voices and appreciated your messages. And for ALL of you who have contacted me here on Facebook offering solutions or encouragement, do know that I read messages every so often, but I can’t possibly get to them all, nor can I begin to answer them all. I know each of you must know that. I do the best I can with very diminished physical resources, and I hope you will forgive me if I’ve failed to respond to something you’ve written to me.If you don’t know about hemp oil, you should. It is a “miracle medicine” of the highest order. Of all the many, many healing modalities I’ve studied in the past few months, this is the one I most believe in to handle what I have, so I am betting my life that it will work for me, too. It has worked for very many others over the past decade Rick Simpson has been promoting it, so I can’t help believing it will work for me, too. I will definitely give it every opportunity to succeed with me as with others.So there it is, that’s my immediate plan. I’ve lost the first game in a tennis match, but the match is far from over. I simply have to double my efforts against an opponent that lulled me, and I think all of us who have followed me on this journey, into a false sense of security that everything was under control and I was going to be fine. NOT SO! I am pretty much back to square one where I was in July, but as I said to open this, I now have a LOT more knowledge about how to deal with my opponent.Lloyd PyeHighgate, LondonNovember 6, 2013 15

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