To my sweet, precious friend Donnarose...Re: Update! INCREDIBLE-WOW donnarose/cancer SEND strength & healing prayers :)

YOU KICK BUTT, GIRL!!!

Something relaxing for when you aren't wretching your guts out:



Donnarose, sweet, strong CaliGirl, a little over a month ago you were just feeling nauseous all the time, then you were vomiting a LOT for a few days and couldn't keep ANYTHING down. You went to the hospital just for some relief, and they put you on a salt water/saline IV drip and let you lie there, sick as a dog for an entire week, while they tried to figure out what was wrong with you. They told you you had cancer, but the wrong kind. They told you you were going to have to have immediate surgery to cut part of your stomach and intestines out an then start rounds of chemo, and that there was NO OTHER WAY. So good for your immune system to hear (NOT!!!)! I'm sure your body went into healing mode right away!

But praise God, you had a little melanoma before, and beat it with Hulda Clark , so you KNEW there was another way. Somehow, somehow, SOMEHOW... you found Uny on the internet. OK, tears here...

The well-intentioned (we hope) doctors at the horrorspital told you it was lymphoma. After contacting Uny, you fussed and pitched a fit about this and that to no avail. For an entire week they didn't give you ANY nutrition, and only had you on the saline IV, which feeds cancer, and some potassium bumps. By the end of the week, the doctors changed the diagnosis to aggressive sarcoma, and I think you told me on the phone that the cancer tumor had doubled in size. To the great dismay and chagrin of your family, and much gnashing of teeth by the hospital staff, you decided to COME HOME.

And here you are, not even two weeks later, and not even able to EAT anything, shrinking that stomach tumor, breaking it up, and BEATING AGGRESSIVE SARCOMA NATURALLY!!!!

Donnarose, when I think I can't drink another cup of horrid tasting BF&C tea, when I think I can't swallow another glass of something half full of olive oil, when I think I can't get out there and exercise my wimpy muscles, when I think I can't clean my juicer or manually examine my stool samples, when I think I can't go on emotionally because of the constant life-sucking negativity I get at home every day, for the past two weeks I've been thinking, "I'll be strong for Donnarose."

I LOVE YOU, you Wonder Woman, you...

Happy, happy Mother's Day!

Wings

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