-by Y’anah Kathath
I was born Shirley Jo Davis. I am known to those who are learning of Yahuah and His ways as, Y`anah Kathath. I am known by those who are singer songwriters in Texas as, Joey D. I am 56 years of age and healthy as they come. Outside of my cancer issues, there is no reason on this earth for me to see a doctor. I have eaten right for most of my life, aside from the occasional snack, and enjoyed an active lifestyle which included horseback riding, water skiing, dirt bike riding (motor cross), 4 wheeling, camping, bike riding, weight lifting, mountain climbing, swimming, hiking…
…the list goes on.
Cancer has been a part of my life. I was never frightened of it. I mean, it just never occurred to me that it would threaten my life like this. I viewed it like a common cold. An insignificant annoyance like a fly on a table. Just get the fly swatter and take care of it! Bam! It was that simple to me.
All of a sudden, it wasn’t so simple. When I came down with Melanoma on the back of my left thigh at the age of twenty something, I said, “Cut it out of me.” So, they did. No chemo, no radiation. Later, when I came down with cervical cancer in my late thirties, I said, “just cut it out of me.” So they did. No chemo, no radiation. No ability to bear anymore children beyond my only son Matthew either. This left me a “two-time cancer survivor” void of any fear that it would rear its ugly head again.
After my 12 to 15 year journey in the music business with rock bands, traveling all over Texas and the surrounding region, I worked as a delivery driver for Staples. This went on for five years. At this point, my body began to speak to me. Not in a good way mind you. I was no longer able to maintain that heavy work load much longer. I could feel my body getting weaker with “pain noise” growing louder by the day. It was time to quit before I hurt myself, or someone else. It was the most money I ever made in my life at nearly twenty dollars an hour. It really bummed me out having to quit that job. In the midst of quitting, I was entertaining the idea of leaving the country with a group of friends. We ended up in Egypt. I was 4 years working for a school teacher in Suez as a house maid when this “beast” finally got my attention.
It was just a mild sting somewhere in the middle of my left thigh around April of 2017. I thought nothing of it and continued on with my house duties. The sting progressively grew worse every two months or so. By September, it began to push its way out of my leg. This lump got pretty large. It was mistaken to be a boil. I waited for it to come to a head so I could drain it of any puss on my own. But it never did.
It soon began to form into two lumps close to each other. Now, I was calling it a “carbuncle.” I eventually started hopping on one leg throughout my day around the month of December feeling the struggle of maintaining my work load. The pressure this thing was creating in my leg was more than I could bare on some days. If it got too painful, I just called my boss and told her what the issue was and put my leg up for the day. I didn’t complain much because I thought it was just a matter of time for this thing to finally burst. Needless to say, from December on, I was no longer performing all of my work duties. I spent most of my work day with my leg elevated. By the second week of February, in the year 2018, it forced me to my bed, only to visit the bathroom. Little did I know, I was entering into a world of excruciating agony, opioids, hospitals, walkers and wheelchairs that would last for the rest of my life…however short that may be.
After 3 surgeries by Egyptian Physicians, treating it as an abscess, they finally took a biopsy of the mass in my leg. It was then, around April or May of 2018 where they found a malignancy. I then realized that my history with cancer never occurred to me during all the hoopla. What a mess I created just because I had forgotten my history with this beast. Now that I knew what it really was, I could address it and cut it out of my flesh. The supervisor of the woman I worked for there in Egypt, was kind enough to drive me to the doctor. Unfortunately, he wanted to amputate the leg after several surgeries. That remedy didn’t exactly blow my dress up. So, it was time to find my way back to America to get this thing looked at properly. The agony I was experiencing on my bed while in Egypt, was a cake walk compared to what I was about to get into.
I spent 5 months on my bed in Suez in so much pain you cant understand it. My boss, was nursing me through the night with hot compresses on my leg just to keep me from screaming. I will never forget how she took such good care of me losing precious sleep she needed to maintain her own work schedule. It was just before the pain had progressed to this degree that I was doing a search on line for anything that was a good natural healing agent. I knew deep down there was something out there that was a cure for most illnesses. Shortly after doing a search on the internet, I stumbled onto a radio program featuring Dr. Jennifer Daniels and her treatment for her patients using 100% Gum Spirits of Turpentine. Another name for this was simply, “pine oil”. It is extracted from the pine tree. This is not paint thinner.
No matter how hard my boss and I tried, we could not get this shipped to us by any single venue on the internet. I thought to myself, “All I need to do, is get my hands on it and begin the treatment.” I had downloaded Dr. Daniels “Candida Report,” which contains information on the use of turpentine, and studied it over and over. I was so ready to start this treatment! Little did I know, I needed to get sicker, before I could begin.
After I woke from my surgery in Spokane, Washington’s “Sacred Heart Medical Center” on June 14th of 2018, the usual “fire like feeling” you get after surgery, was resting on my leg with a vengeance. They removed quite a bit of muscle from my thigh. My thigh is now the size of a child’s thigh. The tumor was very large. The length of the incision was from the innermost part of my knee to my groin. Fortunately, the cancer didn’t make it into the bone.
My doctors told me there were two kinds of cancer found in the leg. First, Melanoma. This is quite common and understandable that it was found in the same area as the first melanoma strike when I was younger. The second is a bit different. The name of this type of cancer is “Malignant Peripheral Nerve Sheath Tumor” and is extremely rare. There isn’t any data on it. What I mean is, when I ask for statistics on those who have had this type of cancer; various treatments and survival rate, they couldn’t give me anything. They have no data at all with this type. That was weird to me. What they could tell me, was that it is very aggressive, growing at the rate of 20% inside of a month and will not respond to chemo therapy. This tumor was growing out of my nerve. It broke out of the sheath of the nerve and continued to grow, damaging my sciatic nerve. No wonder I was in so much agony in Egypt. When the tumor was removed, part of the nerve itself had to be removed as well. This rendered my leg virtually useless. The Surgeon told me I would quite possibly have nerve pain for the rest of my life. This wasn’t great news to me, but I was relieved the beast had finally been removed from my leg. Best of all, it wasn’t amputated. However, I didn’t know that I was being groomed for yet another excruciating ride of my life. The worst was yet to come.
I was in recovery for several weeks and eventually moved into “St Joseph Care Center”. It was there where I learned how dreadful it was to have nerve pain so horrible, that no amount of medication these practitioners gave me, could calm the pain down to a dull roar. I cant recall a single night when I wasn’t crying in agony, begging Yahuah to calm the pain or take my life. I cannot tell you how many times I begged the doctor for more Morphine. I often kept my roommate awake at night just as I did my boss back in Egypt.
I was on Morphine @ 30 mg twice a day, Hydrocodone @ 10mg 4 times a day, Oxycontin @ 10mg twice a day, Lyrica @ 300mg twice a day and Robaxin 3 times a day.
These medications are extremely constipating. All by themselves is one thing, but all together is quite another. My battle to poop was laughable. Without eliminating after every meal is cause for sickness all by itself. I was desperate to find a cocktail that would quiet my pain enough so I could begin a hard regimen of physical therapy, as well as, remove as many medications as humanly possible that would allow my pooper to come back to life again. This was mandatory for my turpentine treatment plan! Better yet, it is mandatory for good health.
Now, I was in no big hurry to begin taking turpentine because they said, “We got all the cancer.” Although they insisted I get radiation treatment, I refused. I would regret this decision later. I felt I had an “ace in the hole” see. I really believed turpentine was going to kill the parasites in my body that was causing all this chaos. I thought I had plenty of time to get off the meds too. Boy howdy, was I wrong about that. I had a long way to go. I was burning time I didn’t have. I was certain I didn’t need any radiation, as I didn’t the first two times I was attacked with cancer. If they got it all, I didn’t need radiation treatment. Right?
Around the last week of August, I was told I needed a “pain management specialist” to get my pain under control. They said they had hunted feverishly for a clinic that my insurance (Medicaid/Community health) would pay for, but failed. The center had exhausted all their resources and could not do anything else for me. So, it was time for me to leave. I was nervous to say the least because I didn’t want to get into a situation where I would be without one of my pain meds. They kept reassuring me that everything would be fine on the outside. I just couldn’t shake this horrible feeling that kept gnawing at me — a feeling of fear that I would lose one of my meds. I had no idea how true that feeling actually was.
With much reluctance of leaving my comfort zone, my son Matthew, gathered my things at the recovery center, loaded them with my walker into his dashing Honda civic, and drove me to his basement apartment. The owner of the house I will refer to as John my son was renting from, had an extra bed in the basement. So he kindly offered it to me until I found a more suitable living arrangement. I will be eternally grateful to him for offering this extra room when I needed it. Although it seemed to be a new beginning of recovery for me, it was in reality a new chapter of pain.
While I was in the recovery center, my insurance needed no approval for the Lyrica I was taking for the nerve pain. On the outside, it was another matter. Now that I was not under the care of a recovery center, I needed an approval form of some sort, from my primary care physician. She had to beg the insurance company to approve the use of Lyrica in my pain program. This took over a month to accomplish. Meanwhile, my leg was freezing into a 45 degree bend. This was not good. Without the Lyrica, my pain was out of control. Consequently, this led to no physical therapy until my pain was reduced enough to bear it. I could not bear anyone touching my leg. It was too excruciating.
Finally, after a month or so, I got the Lyrica back. It was then I was able to work on the perfect cocktail that would reduce my pain enough to begin physical therapy. Man oh man, I was not looking forward to it.
Unfortunately, the Lyrica addition was not enough to begin therapy. The pain management clinic was running out of ideas on how to reduce my pain. It was at this time when My son stepped in to help me.
My son began introducing me to CBD oil. I began taking the RSO which is a sticky goo that comes in a syringe. It is a total of one gram and is a ratio of 52% CBD to 16% THC. When I began using this, for the first time my pain went down to a zero for approximately one full hour!
Before the introduction of CBD, my pain level was consistently between a 6 and a 10. It never went below a six. A six, is the “crying stage” while a 10 is of course, screaming. This range is where you get no rest. It is also a dangerous level because depression enters into the equation as does thoughts of suicide. I battled those thoughts with everything I had. I dont think I ever had an emotional battle like that from what I can recall. I begged Yahuah to kill me several times. It seemed the pain I experienced in Egypt, was nothing compared to this. The skin on my leg was so hyper-sensitive, my sweat pants felt like sandpaper on a bad sunburn. Aside from this, I had electric shocks running randomly throughout my leg. But when my son Matthew, introduced that CBD, it changed everything.
This potent form of CBD, manufactured specifically for cancer patients with chronic pain, had completely changed my drug regimen. I no longer needed the Oxycodone and Robaxin. I dropped two medications with the addition of CBD. That was amazing to me. Now, I just needed to work on getting rid of the morphine. That thought scared me. I just didn’t know if that was going to be possible. I still was not ready to begin Turpentine (pine oil) treatment. I was a long way from ready and working bowels. But now, I had hope.
As “Providence Visiting Nurses” in Spokane tended to my physical therapy and occupational therapy, I tended to my pooper. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to get my bowels moving fast. Although, I was only on Lyrica and morphine, they were still constipating. Every prescription my doctor ordered for chronic constipation, was an epic failure. Oh, it would work for a few visits to the toilet, but it was never consistent. At this point I decided to bite the bullet and try Hydro-therapy. This is where you sit on a glorified toilet that is built in a reclining position. A tube is inserted in your rectum and a constant flow of water is rushing into your intestines cleaning you out. At the end of my session, the therapist gave me a free bottle of “Colosan”. This herbal remedy, after that treatment, finally did the trick. Now, I was to begin the Turpentine.
Wow! That pine oil is so nasty! There are two ways to do it. Stack 3 sugar cubes on top of one another and with an eye dropper, drop the pine oil on the stack until you can see the bottom cube soaking up the oil. Not too much. Just until the bottom cube is fully covered with the oil without over soaking it. The sugar is used as bait for parasites. I did see a few in the toilet. That was disturbing. The second way is to mix one tablespoon of Castor oil with one tablespoon of the Turpentine. Either way is nasty. But I did a 45 day run with the oil.
Right before I finished my pine oil treatment, I was given links by friends on Face Book about how CBD or THC, in the right amounts, can kill cancer cells. Since the Turpentine alone didn’t cure my far advanced cancer, I was listening. At this juncture, I was given six month to live. The cancer had reached my lungs. I was having breathing difficulty way back in September. It was now mid December. Its so sad I could not begin natural alternative treatments when the malignancy was first found. Trying to treat a cancer that has run amuk in your body is like trying to catch a runaway freight train.
After my leg had healed a bit around the incision, the tumor began to grow back. The tumors on my legs had now added up to six. Two had penetrated the skin on my left thigh and one on my right thigh.
The only treatment my oncologist could offer me was, in his own words, very dangerous. A treatment that consisted of experimental drugs whereas, there were harsh side affects. It excites the immune system to kill the cancer. However, the immune system also betrays the rest of the body and attacks it as well. I said, “No thank you” and continued my pine oil treatment. The oncologist thought I was taking “paint thinner”. That guy really upset me when he said that to me. He even raised his voice saying I was in a fantasy world. He did not want to listen to me about pine oil. I learned to never tell an oncologist you are using Turpentine to treat cancer. They will think you are foolish. Yet, they want you to do something they know is dangerous and could kill you. I shake my head at the medical community.
This is the way I see it: If I beat the cancer, then that is alright with me. If I dont, I die. Taking a dirt nap is alright with me too. This way, I dont have to rebuild my life again. I can finally be done with this cursed life. The sound of that is so appealing to me right now.
The Turpentine, at this stage, did exactly what it was supposed to do. It got rid of unwanted parasites. But it wasn’t the ticket to saving my life. Now, as far as the CBD treatment was concerned, I learned to increase the THC levels to 60%. So I essentially doubled the dose I was already doing. This minimized my pain even more. It didn’t remove all my pain, but it did remove a large portion of it. However, I needed the correct dosage to begin killing the cancer cells. This dosage remained allusive.
Before I doubled my CBD/THC levels, a brother sent me Dr. Schulze`s “Incurables Program” with all the trimmings. This treatment requires juicing only for those who are diagnosed with a terminal illness. No solid food for 30 days. I wasn’t too worried about the no food thing for 30 days because I could use losing the weight I gained in the hospital and the recovery center. However, I had no idea what I was stepping into. This is the most grueling, intense, nasty detox program I have ever experienced. I am not a novice to detox regimens. I have done various 30 day programs throughout my lifetime. But this one by far, trumps all of them. At present, I have only finished my first week.
Unfortunately, I was only able to complete one week and one day of Dr. Schulze`s program. I did not know that the cancer was stealing all my proteins. The cancer had also spread to my brain. I was in such a weakened state, that I could no longer prepare my own meals. I was once again chained to my bed. At this point, I was going through Morphine withdrawals.
I thought my doctor had shorted my Morphine and my Oxycodone dosages. But that was not the case at all. The young man living upstairs was dipping into my medications without my noticing. It was such an inconvenience that I just decided to get off of the Morphine all together. I didn’t realize what a horrible decision that was. I cancelled my appointment with my pain management doctor and assumed it was not going to be a big deal getting off of the Morphine cold turkey. After all, I was taking a lot of CBD. I thought this would buffer the majority of the withdrawal affect. I was dead wrong. My son called an ambulance ten days into the withdrawals. I stayed two days in the hospital. When I got back to the house, John put a lock on my bedroom door. I was so relieved he did that.
Little did I know, I was home for only a short while. I tried so hard to continue the remaining weeks of Dr Shulze program, but dizzy spells and weakness would consume my body. The pain my tumors were harboring was growing by the day. Once again, my son called the ambulance. It was at this point I succumbed to radiation treatments to lesson the agony caused by the tumors in my legs. Inside of 12 days in the hospital, I went through 5 radiation treatments. These treatments were not pain free with the exception of the second and fourth treatment. It felt like fire on my legs and continued well over ten hours. Needless to say, I was so glad the treatments were finished.
Now, it was time to get ready to go home. Unfortunately, I was in no condition to leave my 24 hour care team. I was still having violent dizzy spells, moderate nausea and extreme weakness. This was a new problem to solve. Laying flat on my back, relying on 24 hour care had put me in a pickle. I needed some sort of treatment immediately or I was going to die in my bed. So, here are my choices:
- Wait for my care team to find a bed in a nursing facility and begin taking a targeted drug therapy that cannot be administered while in the hospital. This is because the tablets cannot be shipped to any hospital. Finding a facility that my insurance will pay for is also part of this difficult task.
- Go home and gamble with my weakened state, hoping I can get through the remaining 3 weeks of Dr. Shulze program.
- Forget the other two options and quietly die in my bed or hope for Yahuah to heal me.
Option one is a bit scary. This drug therapy is not Chemo or immunotherapy. It is a targeted therapy which targets the cancer cells and starves them. However, it also is cause for quite the chain of adverse affects in the body such as, weakness, nausea, headaches, diarrhea and the list goes on.
Option two is not possible in my weakened state. I can barely make it to my bedside commode without falling. It is only two feet from my hospital bed.
Option three seems to be the safest and sanest choice. But, the cancer is weakening me more and more as it depletes my protein. I cant keep up with it.
To make things more of a mess, I cannot get this targeted therapy in the hospital. It can only be administered at the patients home delivered in the mail. I can also receive it at a nursing home. Unfortunately, there are no beds open at this time and no apartments available in my price range. Even if I can get subsidized housing, I would still need an apartment to open up in a reasonable amount of time. This forces me to wait. So, that is where I am at currently. I am still taking CBD with my pain management program.
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