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Oesophageal Tumour
On 22nd May 2001 my next door neighbour came around to tell me that he had cancer in his oesophagus. He had just come back from having a scan, but he hadn't seen the consultant yet. I knew he had been suffering from indigestion and heartburn for sometime--he had been told he had a hiatus hernia. But recently he had stopped eating solid food as he could not swallow it, and was resorting to baby foods and soups. I scanned him--and yes, there was 'inflammation' at the base of his oesophagus--it didn't seem a strong enough signal to be a big tumour. However, I also got the same signal from his small intestine, lungs and liver. So I treated him, and kept up the treatment almost daily. I also used a direct microcurrent device across his chest in addition to the pulsed electronic therapy.
After the second treatment, he felt better, and ate two fresh apples.
On 7th June 2001 the consultant told him the cancer in his oesophagus was too large to operate on, and also that it had spread to his lungs, intestine and liver. There was nothing they could do, so he felt as if he was being told to 'go home and die'. Having a reasonable amount of confidence that I could shrink the tumour, he was persuaded to ask for a 'second opinion'. I continued to treat him, though he was not eating much and losing weight rapidly.
However, on Sunday 24th June 2001 (27th treatment) he was feeling sufficiently improved that he ate his first sausages, at our barbecue. On Sunday 1st July 2001 he ate his first full solid meal, including pork chops, again at our barbecue. On Tuesday 3rd July 2001 he had 'second opinion' scans in London. They told him that there was no sign of cancer in his intestines or lungs, that there appeared to be three non-malignant cysts in his liver, and that the tumour in his oesophagus was sufficiently small to be treatable. On 22nd July 2001 he ate a full breakfast and a lunch. His weight was stabilising. Throughout this time he had had no conventional medicine whatsoever, other than antacid for the heartburn. All the symptoms were that the tumour was shrinking - I could hardly get a signal on it.
On 30th July 2001 (12 weeks and 57 treatments after I had started with him) he had his first chemotherapy treatment. Now, my biggest issue was not treating his oesophagus but treating his liver to help survive the chemo! On 6th August 2001 he was eating steak. On 15th August 2001 he was again eating sirloin steak. Friday 8th September, his endoscopy "showed a marked improvement" (quote from the radiologist), but hospital decided to go ahead with radiotherapy anyway. On Tuesday 11th September they wanted to take another scan, to calculate the accurate target for the radiotherapy. (When I scanned him, I couldn't see ANY trace of any cancer anywhere, so I was worried they might burn away good tissue.) When he arrived home, he was frustrated but pleased. He'd had to drink not one, but FIVE barium drinks, which were awful. This ended a week of frustration where the hospital had lost his notes etc, so a radiologist getting it wrong wouldn't be any great surprise to him. However, when she came into the room after the fifth attempt, she apologised for having to repeat the drinks and photos. The problem was that he was supposed to swallow the drink, then she fired the camera, which picked up the barium where it attached to the tumour. The problem was, unlike regular tumour cases, the barium drink was going straight through into his stomach - there wasn't anything in his oesophagus for it to attach to! He DID have some radium treatments--but this meant I was treating him for radiation burn to an area in his upper oesophagus, and not the tumour in his lower oesophagus. He finished his final radium treatment on 31st October 2001.
I continued to treat him three times a week for a few weeks, then twice weekly, then cut it down to weekly then monthly. At a follow up consultation on 13th February 2002, the staff at the hospital told him that they could not understand how fit and healthy he looked - he "looks better than a man half his age on the same treatment". They also could not understand how his weight had remained the same, despite all the chemotherapy and radiotherapy. His last treatment with me was 17th April 2002. His weight was back to its original 12st 3lb (171pounds). He has discarded the new smaller clothes he bought, and walks into town and back most days (about 4 miles).
[Footnote--as Mr D was a friend and neighbour, he was not charged for this treatment, particularly as it was almost daily. Purely out of interest, I calculated what this successful course of treatment would have cost. He had approximately 106 treatments, most of which lasted 1.5 times the normal treatment time. So at the maximum 20% discount for long-term treatments, the total cost would have been approximately £3,200.]
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