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911, What are you reporting?

911, What are you reporting?
I’m having a medical problem.

As many of you know, I went to Mexico for cancer treatments in March.  I was at a clinic in downtown Tijuana, receiving the same treatments I’ve had there since 2006. I had only planned on going for a week, but on March 28, I found out I’d be able to stay for 2 more weeks of treatments.  I knew I needed 3 or more weeks.  I was so excited! On Sunday, 03/29, the clinic driver took me across the border to go to get organic food and the supplements I would need for the next 2 weeks and get money from Western Union.  While we were in San Diego, I also asked him to stop by T-Mobile so I could get a sim card to be able to text and if I needed to, call my family.  My pre-paid phone wouldn’t work at all in Mexico.  We were told the store was a couple blocks away, more like a couple miles, but made it to the Broadway store in Chula Vista, 3 minutes before they closed.  They already had the doors locked and told me they were closed.  I showed them the time on my T-Mobile phone and told them they were still open.  They did open the door and sold me the sim card.  They were very quiet, obviously mad that they had to stay a few minutes later to help me.  Hoping they’d feel a little compassion, I expressed my gratitude, telling them I was a cancer patient and wanted to be in contact with my family. I called Bert from the store and my phone worked.  We went to several Western Union locations, but they were all closed.  I didn’t have the money I went for, but had a working phone and the foods that would make me happy.  We went back to Tijuana. Once we got back across the border, my phone showed “NO SERVICE”.

I turned it off. I waited.  I turned it on again.  It still didn’t work.  I went through the off/on process several times.  Nothing.  Once back at my apartment, I tried the wi-fi.  It worked, but still no service on the phone.  I was able to use Viber, but no texting without wi-fi. Every night, I walked to the beach by myself. I felt like it was important to have a working phone in case I had a problem and needed to call for help.

On Tuesday, March 31, a friend said he would go with me across the border if I came back to the apartment first to get him.  I thought it would take too long and I wanted to get back before dark, so I asked to be dropped off at the border to walk across by myself.  I needed to go to Western Union for cash and to T-Mobile to get a new sim card or figure out why my phone wasn’t working.  My friend didn’t think I should go because I had insulin potentiation therapy earlier that day.


Insulin Potentiation Therapy.  I’ve been told – and believe – that cancer doesn’t like heat, but does like sugar.  Many people have one treatment at a time, I request the multitasking plan.  My last 3 trips to Mexico, they put me in a full body hyperthermia unit to sweat.  My head is out, but the rest of my body is inside.  They have a blood pressure and oxygen saturation monitor on me and an iv dripping.  If I need water, the nurse would hold the cup to allow me to drink thru a straw.  I’ve always taken my hiking hydration pack and hung it from the iv pole, but forgot it this time.  Another patient farted while she was in there.  She said it was about halfway through, but it lingered.  When the nurse opened up the chamber, the smell nearly knocked her back.  She started fanning her hand, saying there must be something wrong with one of the bulbs.  We laughed hysterically when she came back to the group room and told us about almost “killing” the nurse.    Anyway… after about 45 minutes, the nurse would check my blood sugar.  She would then put whatever amount would bring my blood sugar down to about 50 in 20 minutes. It was usually 4 units, but I learned on days I was anxious or scared for whatever reason, my blood sugar was higher and we needed to use more.  That day my blood sugar was higher and I needed 6 units.  Cancer cells have between 10 and 100 times the amount of insulin receptor sites as healthy cells. Introducing insulin, “eats” the sugar out of the blood, starving the cancer cells. When they’re good and hungry, we feed them by adding sugar…but…we poison it.  Once my blood sugar was around 50, she would inject either 1/10 of a dose of chemotherapy or laeatrile in a glucose solution.  In 2006, 2007, 2009 and 2010, we used different chemotherapy drugs.  I’ve had 5FU, dacarbazine,  carboplatin and one more I’m not remembering.  My second week in 2010, we switched to laeatrile and used it again this time.  Shortly after the sugar starts dripping in, the treatment is over.

This is a video from 2010…

The amount of glucose will only bring the blood sugar up for a short time.  It is important to eat shortly after so the blood sugar will stabilize. I drank a green drink and a few raw eggs, then took a shower and returned to my other treatments.


I was frustrated that my phone still didn’t work.  My friend told me 3 times he didn’t think I should go, but I insisted!  He dropped me off close to the border around 4pm.  My friend at the apartment had told me to go to the disabled line and just keep walking to the front of the line.  I must have passed 300 people standing in the other line. I knew if I stood in line I’d have a problem, but thought I could make it if I kept walking.  After walking for what seemed like a mile, I made it to the United States crossing.  The officer asked me what I had been doing in Mexico.  I guess the bandage on my chest with the iv catheter sticking out made my cancer patient story enough.  He sent me through. I had been told to take a cab at the first stop light.  Right.  Me. Take. a. cab.  I don’t think so.  I was fully capable of walking, so I did.  I got to Western Union and waited in line.  They didn’t have the amount of money I was there to get.  She told me where the next closest location was. I asked about T-Mobile.  She said it was walking distance, on the other side of I-5. I walked to the next Western Union, got my money, and confirmed with the clerk where the T-Mobile store was.

Walking distance.  In case you didn’t know, it’s relative to the individual defining it.  I hiked to the top of Mailbox Peak earlier in the month, during a miscarriage (I know, another story I haven’t told you.) I started walking. If she said walking distance, I could do it! As I turned to walk across the bridge over I-5, I realized my blood sugar was dropping.  I had an oil and water drink with me, but that wasn’t going to raise my blood sugar, only potentially stabilize it from dropping more.  I drank about 4 ounces.  I got my phone out.  It still said NO SERVICE. I knew I had to get somewhere I could get help.  I kept walking to the T-Mobile store.  Traffic going toward Mexico was heavy.  Crossing the street, in the crosswalk with a walk signal, was like a game of Frogger.  I noticed a Guitar Center. One of the patients was looking for a guitar.  I knew my blood sugar was dropping, so I would just tell him about it instead of going in to see their selection.  I kept walking.

I made it to the T-Mobile Store.  I pulled out my phone.  I had 3 bars.  The guy with the clipboard asked for my name and how he could help me.  I gave him my name and phone number, then said “I’m having a medical problem.  I need you to write down another phone number and call it if I pass out.”  He just looked at me.  I could feel my strength fading. I raised my voice and told him “Bert.  Write it down, PLEASE!”  He kept looking at me, not writing.  I started saying Bert’s phone number and he wrote it down. I was sweating and breathing heavy, not from the walk, but the low blood sugar and the increasing anxiety that I was about to pass out. There were about 20 people in the store, waiting their turns. All of the benches were being sat on.  I called Bert.  (He recognizes when my blood sugar is low, sometimes before I do.  2 years ago, he saw me, minutes before I was going to skydive and told me he was taking me to get something to eat.  I thought he was overreacting, but I passed out as soon as we got to the car.)  I walked to the front corner of the store and sat down on the floor. I told him what was happening and where I was at.  He was irritated that I called him, in Seattle, or wherever he was, instead of calling someone close by. I would find out when I got home that he was moving out while I was gone. Four years is better than five, right? I knew things were getting worse.  I told him I needed to call 911 and I would call him back. I yelled to the employee with the clipboard.  “I need the address here!”  He looked at me, but didn’t respond.  I yelled louder “I’m calling 911!  Please someone give me the address!”  He walked over and handed me a business card.  I don’t know if people thought I was mad, crazy, or any variation, but I felt like I was invisible.  Nobody seemed to want to be bothered.  All the employees kept helping customers. The customers waiting continued sitting, standing, milling around the store.

911, What are you reporting?

“I’m having a medical problem. I’m at the T-Mobile store at 4310 Camino de la Plaza suite D in San Ysidro.”

He asked me what was happening.  I told him “I’m a cancer patient, I had an insulin treatment today and my blood sugar is crashing.”  His calm voice announced he was California Highway Patrol when the fire dispatcher answered the phone.  She asked me what kind of emergency I was having.  I thought I was being clear, but she couldn’t understand me.  I repeated myself. She asked me again.  I said “Blood sugar, t-mobile, ani/ali”.  (Ani/Ali is the tool the 911 center I worked at used to determine location. I don’t know if it’s a universal term.) The CHP guy was still on the line and told her what I was trying to say.  While I was still on the phone with them, a T-Mobile employee walked over and told me Bert was on their phone and I needed to get up and come talk to him.  It’s a good thing I couldn’t speak clearly and didn’t have the energy to, because what I would’ve said would not have been nice. As soon as I was done with the 911 call, a woman on the bench 3 feet away, asked me if she could get me something from 7-11.  She saw the gratitude on my face.  I asked her for orange juice. She understood me and said she’d be right back. She was a beautiful woman, wearing a batman shirt. A familiar hero! As soon as she left, I heard the sirens.  I called Bert back.  It seemed like only 2 or 3 minutes before the corner of the store was filled with a gurney and a lot of firemen, probably 6 or 8, but I have no idea how many there were.  Bert asked to talk to them, so I handed one of them my phone.  He later told me he was explaining what was going on with me, since I wasn’t making a lot of sense.  The main paramedic got down on one knee to talk to me.  He was gorgeous! I imagined a proposal, if only I were 10…or 20 years younger. His arm was a a canvas of multi colored tattoos. His muscles and vascularity on his arms were filling my head with wonders of the muscularity and tattoos on his chest.  It was hard to answer questions, mainly because I thought I might be drooling. I wondered how developed his abs and my favorite part of the obliques and serratus muscles were. He poked my finger to check my blood sugar and -OUCH!- snapped me out of my fantasy. It was in the 60’s, but higher than 62.  He said they weren’t allowed to give me any glucose if it was over 62.  I know that when I’m scared, my adrenaline and blood sugar both go up. I was glad I was scared or it would have probably been lower. They wanted to transport me to the hospital.  I knew my insurance wasn’t valid in California. I didn’t want to go to a hospital with a catheter already in my chest.  Trauma or accident, yes, I believe U.S. hospitals are probably the best in the world.  Cancer treatment, no way!  I didn’t want to be unconscious in a hospital where they do what they believe is in your best interest.  11 years after my first expiration date, I know their belief of my best interest and mine are VERY different! I suggested I drink the orange juice and see if I improved.  They really wanted to transport me.  I assured them I’d be fine if I just had the orange juice and ate food.  One of the medics handed me the orange juice.  I didn’t have the dexterity to open it.  After several tries, I asked them to open it.  We agreed they would give me a few minutes to digest the orange juice and if I could get up, they would not transport me.  I drank the 15 oz bottle.  While we were waiting, the muscular medic and one more my age, were asking me questions.

“Who’s at the store with you?”  Nobody.

“Who’s in California with you?” Nobody.

“Who’s in Mexico with you?” Nobody.

“Who are you staying with?”  Nobody. I’m in an apartment by myself.

“You came down here from Washington, and are having cancer treatments in Tijuana by yourself?”  Yeah. Yay!  I was so excited!  They were understanding me!  I was still too weak to sound excited, but pulling out of it. I was trying to explain insulin potentiation therapy to them.  They helped me get up on the bench, where the good looking 40 something medic filled out the paperwork with me.

The magic patch to keep me alive

The magic patch to keep me alive

He told me to leave the sticky things on because they would save my life. I had no idea what he was talking about until he pointed to my shoulder. I had to sign, saying I was refusing their medical advice to be transported and fill in some blanks.  The others took the gurney back to the truck and waited outside. They assured me they’re close by if I needed to call again.  They helped me up and left.  I was still confused, but felt a lot better.  I found the orange juice woman in the batman shirt and thanked her.  I got money out, but she didn’t want it. I thanked her again and left the store.  I looked around, wondering what I was going to eat. I had been on a ketogenic diet (under 30 grams of carbohydrates per day) for almost 3 years.  I wanted to stay in ketosis.  I only wanted to eat the way I’m used to eating. Bert called back while I was wandering around looking for something to eat.  I had no idea how much time I had before it could happen again. I needed to eat soon.  He knew I needed to eat soon.   Burger King, Jack in the Box and Subway were the only options I saw.  I was crying, telling him I didn’t want any of those things, but knew I had to eat.  I opted for Subway.  He was still on the phone when I ordered.  I told the guy it didn’t matter what bread because I wasn’t going to eat it.  Bert ordered me to get the bread and eat the entire sub.  Thinking clearly and low blood sugar don’t happen together. I continued to have tears stream down my face, attempting to hide that I was crying from him. I didn’t want him to be as scared as I was. He needed to get off the phone, so I sat down and started eating the sandwich.  It didn’t taste bad, but I hadn’t had bread of any kind in over 3 years. I was concerned about how my stomach would react, but I knew I had to eat to stabilize my blood sugar.  I was scared. I wanted to talk to someone.  I didn’t want to worry my mom, or Cameron, so I called Derek.  In 2008, he lived with us.  We knew we would never be in a “relationship”, but were close and are still very grateful for each other. I felt safe crying to him. His voice was comforting. We were only on the phone for a few minutes.  I only ate half the sub and went back to the T-Mobile store.

They recognized me and got someone to help me instead of putting me at the bottom of the list.  The woman who was assigned to me couldn’t figure out why my phone wasn’t working right. She called someone. She called someone else who told her we had to do a factory reset on my phone.  I had medical information on it, the addresses of the clinic, my apartment, and all my pictures I look at to comfort myself when I’m stressed out. They assured me it would be saved in the icloud, whatever the hell that is, but I still said no.  They offered me a different phone to borrow, then said they didn’t have one.  I explained how far I had to walk and needed my phone to work in case I had another problem. Somehow, she figured it out.  I was in the store until after 7:30. It was dark, but my phone worked.  I promised Bert I would take a cab.

Bike taxi driver and the woman I rode with

Bike taxi driver and the woman I rode with

I asked a border patrol agent coming out of Subway, who told me to take a bicycle cab.  I did.  I ate more of the sandwich during transport. I think it was less than a mile.  I walked to the Mexico side and through the border crossing.  I was tired and scared, but actually felt safe, walking in Tijuana.  My guardian angels were with me!

Entering Mexico

Entering Mexico


They’re waiting to get into the United States

I made it safely back to my apartment.  My phone worked. I texted Bert.  I realized when I went to the bathroom to take a shower, the sticky things were on both shoulders and both legs.  They must have been what protected me!

Sticky thing on my left ahoulder

Sticky thing on my left shoulder

Love, gratitude and blessings


Red Sauerkraut and Fermented Roots
March 1, 2014, 6:37 pm
Filed under: anti-inflammatory, health, nutrition, Wiener Friendly Soap

Sorry I slowed down on the videos, but I wasn’t happy with how the cancer was making me look.  I’m back!  Being alive and sharing what I’ve learned is SO much more important!

I’ve been making a lot of fermented foods.  One of my doctors says “All disease begins in the gut.”  I believe if our digestion is working the way it should, all functions of our bodies will work better.  Fermented foods are hard to get used to for people who regularly eat the Standard American Diet (SAD, not to be confused with depression from the weather), but well worth it!  I’ve experimented with lots of veggies, but sauerkraut is one of my favorites.

Red Sauerkraut

1 head red cabbage

2 beets

bulb of peeled garlic

1/4 cup each of fresh turmeric, galangal and ginger roots.

3 t sea salt.

Chop all ingredients.  Put everything in a bowl, including the salt.  Squish it until liquid starts dripping from the mixture.  Put it in a crock or glass jar.  Use something to hold the mixture down in the liquid.  Anything above the liquid has a higher likelihood of getting moldy.  I’ve been told to just skim the white scum that forms off the top.  One batch I threw out, but ever since, I skim it off.  I’ve never gotten sick. Do not use an airtight lid.  It needs to breathe. Cheesecloth and a rubber band work great!  After 3 days, mild sauerkraut is ready to eat.  I like to ferment mine at least 2 weeks.  It’s crunchy and very sour. Commercial sauerkraut uses vinegar to make it.  Buying it in a jar never has as much crunch and doesn’t give you the pro-biotic benefits of the fermentation process. When it’s fermented to your liking, refrigerate.  I’ve been told it lasts for months, but it rarely makes it a week for us.

Fermented Roots

Turmeric, ginger and galangal roots are all known to be anti-inflammatory foods.  Some say that very little turmeric is bio-available unless it’s fermented.  I don’t know, but thought I’d try something new.  Ginger beer is fermented in a sugar solution, like water kefir and kombucha.  I decided to make a mixture of this powerhouse of roots.  I used about 3/4 cup of chopped turmeric, galangal and ginger roots, 3/4 cup sugar, a gallon of purified water and about 16 oz of water kefir – to get it growing faster.  If you don’t have water kefir, it will still work.  It’s all about fermenting until it’s to your taste.  I’ll ferment it for 2-3 weeks, tasting it along the way.  Since I’m on a ketogenic diet, I want as much of the sugar to be converted as possible.

Red Sauerkraut and Fermented Roots

Try them and enjoy!

Love, gratitude and blessings!

Ground Floor Opportunity

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Love, gratitude and blessings


You say you love me, but hit me
August 30, 2011, 1:59 pm
Filed under: cancer, coaching, internal cleansing, nutrition

How can someone say they love someone and hit them?  Last night I got a friend request and one of the things we both “like” is the book “The Art of Racing in The Rain”.  Last year, a coworker said she thought I’d like it…she said the dog tells the story about his owner, who is a race car driver. From my perspective, the dog tells the story about a race car driver, but it’s really about a woman who dies of cancer and a man who gets screwed in the court system by a family member who has more money than he does. 


Anyway, there are times when she flips out.  Then she  cries, not understanding why she did it. I did that way more than anyone should – back when the cancer was taking over, but I didn’t know it yet.  My anger was usually directed at my dog, then I would cry and lay on the floor with her as she would lick the tears and snot off my face.  She was so forgiving.


I didn’t know that anger issues could be related to the liver. The terminal diagnosis made the anger worse, but at that point, I understood. I took out a few bushes and trees in my yard with an ax. I went to the gym for intense workouts when I felt the anger and frustration brewing. Aside from that, I began detoxing my body. Angry, screaming Susan wasn’t who I wanted to be.


Everything we put in or on our bodies has to be processed by our livers. If the filter is dirty, it can’t do its job. Unlike changing the air filter in the car or furnace, we have to clean ours without taking it out.


How do you clean a filter without taking it out? I would love for it to be magic and simply change a thought and have it cleaned, but it didn’t work like that for me. It has been a long, but simple process. I have found Gerson Coffee enemas to be the most effective at flushing stuff out of the liver. Stuff, it’s a technical term… The Gerson clinic recommends their patients do 3 a day for 5 years. See, told you it’s a long process. Most people die when cancer is residing in their liver. I wasn’t interested in that yet. I’ve never done 3/day, but I am in my 5th year of at least 1, 5 days a week. My demeanor is very different than it was 5 years ago.


Aside from flushing the stuff out, everything we breathe, eat, drink, inject (flu shots, vaccines…any drugs), put on our skin (our skin absorbs more stuff, that’s why nicotine and birth control patches work) has to be processed by the liver.


At home, I have air filters, shower filters – in a 10 minute shower, your skin absorbs chlorine equivalent to drinking 6-8 glasses of chlorinated water, and your lungs absorb up to 100 times that in the form of chlorine gas if the shower is as hot as I like it. $40/year for a shower filter is worth it to me.


If I can’t eat something, I don’t put it on my skin. I use organic coconut oil for moisturizing my skin. It feels great and it tastes great too, but that’s a different subject.


I eat mostly raw organic foods but some cooked foods.


There are always going to be things I can’t control. I don’t worry about those things. I do however, concern myself with the things I can control. Everything I eat or drink is a simple decision. It’s always my choice…except when I was passed out from low blood sugar and had sugar injected into me. But aside from that, most of our choices are ours to make.


How powerful to know that each decision, or lack of, is mine to choose. I get to decide every waking moment if I want to make my life better…or not.

The quality of what we put out is determined by the quality of what we put in.

Love, gratitude and blessings,


Dehydrated Raw Coconut Macaroons
March 8, 2011, 10:21 am
Filed under: health, nutrition

Since my diet is mostly raw, I decided to buy a dehydrator. Now I can make things other than my usual green juice…I use a Green Star juicer if I want really strong juice, or the Vitamix if I’m short on time or want the fiber. Without really thinking what 80 liters looks like, I ordered the commercial dehydrator. It was only $20 more than the 40L of another brand. Long story short, it’s the size of my other oven. Not exactly going to fit on the countertop. Maybe on top of the dog crate, but pretty sure the rescue pup doesn’t want the machine living on top of his forever home either. Last night, I stayed up reading and cutting and mixing…I actually bought the dehydrator because I saw this recipe and wanted them…bad!!!

If you’re not eating raw, the ingredients are a lot cheaper.

Raw Coconut Chocolate Macaroons

3 cups dried, raw unsweetened coconut flakes
1 1/2 cups raw cacao powder
1 cup maple syrup – I used raw agave (low glycemic)
1/3 cup raw coconut butter – I’ve seen it at the co-op, Central Market and Whole Foods
1 TBSP vanilla extract
1/2 tsp Himalayan sea salt

In a large bowl, combine all the ingredients and stir well to combine.  You can also use a standing mixer with the paddle attachment.

Using a small ice cream scoop, your hands or a big TBSP, spoon rounds of the dough onto dehydrator screens.  If you are using your hands, it helps to refrigerate the mix a bit prior to forming the macaroons.  Dehydrate the 115*F for 12 to 24 hours, or until crisp on the outside and nice and chewy on the inside.

For Blonde Macaroons:  Replace the cacao powder in the recipe above with an equal amount of fine almond flour  (soak almonds in water for at least 6 hours to overnight.  Drain and rinse well and dehydrate for 12 hours.  Pulse the almonds in a food processor for a fine consistency, be careful about mixing it too much or you will make almond butter)

The chocolate macaroons will be done at the same time as the almonds, so I can snack a little while mixing the Blonde ones. I altered both recipes a little, by cutting back on the agave and adding coconut oil. Even though the agave is low glycemic, it’s still sugar. The coconut oil seems to be holding together so far and not dripping out of the macaroons. I can hardly wait!

Sidenote…the dehydrator is running in the downstairs bedroom at 115 degrees. Apparently the thermostat is being affected and it’s freezing upstairs. Maybe I’ll nap in the sauna!

Love, gratitude and blessings


New Year’s Resolutions

I especially like the tan!

Many people make decisions at the beginning of a year to make changes in their lives. These changes are meant to improve their lives in some way. They want to lose weight, get in better shape, quit things like smoking or abusing alcohol, improve their finances, relationships, living situations (mine is eliminate clutter)…The lists are endless. My big question is always “Why”? Why do you want – whatever it is you want? What are you willing to give up for it? Is your “why” big enough to “deprive” yourself of the other?

Why are you thinking you are depriving yourself of something if eliminating it will make your life better? If you keep doing it, aren’t you depriving yourself of a better life?

Change is hard for most people. If it’s something you want bad enough, it’s a lot easier. The more specific it is, the easier it is. I’ve been told many times I have an “all or nothing” attitude. When it’s something really important to me, I do. Regarding the cancer: 7 years ago, medical treatment offered me less than 1% of hope for surviving a year. I had to rely on alternative sources of information in order to help myself to get well. All the information in the world, won’t help if I don’t get off my butt and implement it. I was going to say I have had more discipline for getting rid of the cancer than I’ve ever had, but that’s not exactly true. When I set a goal to compete in a bodybuilding competition, I do everything I know to do to prepare for the competition. My diet used to be exactly what my trainer told me to do, now it is exactly what I’ve learned to do based on past experience with my body and what I’ve learned from other sources. The competition gives me a date I have to accomplish my goal by. I know I don’t get an extra week. Once my diet, workouts, cardio and sleep schedule start, I know that regardless of the judges decisions, I’ve done my best. If I skip cardio, or “just onecookie” and I don’t do well at the show, I know I have no one to blame but me. If I don’t make the goal to compete, to get up on stage wearing an outfit that’s 6 inches at its widest point, I have no reason to push myself to that extent. Don’t misunderstand, my diet is probably cleaner than that of most competitors “pre-contest diet”, but immaculate when I’m “pre-contest”. I know that every time I compete, my body looks better after the show than it did before I started the process. I know that my confidence is improved, every time I get off the stage. I think I’m talking myself into something here. The goal is only the beginning. The end result – stage pictures – keeps me focused. I know I have to stay focused on my own, because few of my friends are going to call and say “what time are you going to the gym? I’ll meet you for an hour on the stair climber”. My kid probably isn’t going to say “no, mom, lets have raw eggs or a salad in the blender instead of pizza”. Being around people who aren’t supportive of what I’m trying to accomplish could blow my efforts. If I didn’t have the discipline I do, because my “why” is so important, my competition goal would be a lot more difficult.

Yes, my competing goal takes up a lot of time, which is why I haven’t made that decision yet. At this point, I have 20 minutes on the Body Vibe, an hour in hyperbaric chamber, an hour for Gerson coffee, oil pulling, dry brushing, hot/cold shower, food prep and getting myself ready all before work. After work, I fit in my workout, another hot/cold shower and 30-60 minutes in the sauna. I feel great and have no evidence of cancer, but since it’s only been a short time since the last tumor, still need to do it all.

I would love to get rid of the clutter in my house! I don’t know where to start. Maybe there’s someone out there wanting to lose weight. You can help me de-clutter and I’ll call you and say “meet me at the gym for an hour on the step mill”!

Make your why big enough and get up and make it happen!

Love, gratitude and blessings to you all

Susan Wonder Stone

Help Our Amazing WonderWoman…Susan~Fight for Life!
Written by Amanda Hirschbeck – All About Hope
In March of 2000, Susan was diagnosed with melanoma. In 2002 she had more surgeries, then in 2004 she was diagnosed with stage 4, metastatic melanoma, which had spread to her liver and lymphatic system. As we know, most patients are dead within a year of traditional treatment of metastatic melanoma.
Susan, with a young son to care for, refused to believe this was the end for her. Her fight was only beginning, and what a battle she has been fighting! Her mother picked up and helped her financially giving her some relief of house payments and daily living expenses. Susan sought other alternatives to help kick her battle with cancer. Through nutrition, oxygen and heat therapies, along with detoxing and other alternative means she has been able to clear her liver and join the line of miracle people.
Today’s economy, stress and emotions have made new areas appear, leading her to needing more extensive treatment. We are speaking with Dr. _Quintana, who is willing to help Susan with her fight to live by providing her treatment. Susan’s “Bucket List Wish” is to live as long as she can. So we are helping her with this request to live.
Please help Susan and her son Cameron “Celebrate Life” by fighting for life.

Contributions sent to:
All About HOPE
3237 110th Ave SE
Bellevue, WA 98004
Memo To: Susan Wonder Woman Bucket List Wish