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Post Date : Monday January 8 2007

Hello, my name is Valerie Mason. I am 17 years old and have also survived cancer twice, once when I was seven and the second time, approximately thirty three days ago. January 1997 I was diagnosed a brain tumor in the fourth ventricle, called Medublastoma. Surgery was done almost immediately to remove the tumor at Children’s Memorial Hospital in Chicago, where we were living at the time. After the surgery, according to the surgeon, nothing visible was left and was a very easy surgery and was completed in half the usual time. Yet even thought that being the case, preventative radiation and chemotherapy were strongly recommended as a follow up to my surgery. So from there I continued on with six terrible weeks of radiation at Northwestern Medical Center in Chicago. During this time I lost as much weight as I have in my life, and for the very first time fit into a size slim, which in women’s sizes is a size zero. I couldn’t hold anything down, not even the nausea medication, which brought both of my parents much dismay to say the least. Even vitamins which my mother found to be extremely beneficial to my immune system wouldn’t stay down. So in short, it was quite a miserable six weeks, from the start where I lost my hair, to the end when they decided to radiate my entire brain without proper authorization.

After that nightmare we continued forward with nine months of chemotherapy, also at Children’s Memorial in Chicago, in which I went under the Medulablastoma protocol; consisting of Vincristin, Cytoxin, and Cisplatin. At this point in time I was able to hold down food well, and was almost always hungry. In light of this situation, my parents helped build my immune system by having me take a homeopathic form of sharks’ cartilage after listening to the tapes, “Why Sharks Don’t Get Cancer, I & II”. Along with taking orally, Astragalus, Cats Claw, high does of Milk Thistle, Garlic, and Vitamins E and C. Throughout my whole treatment for chemotherapy I never needed a blood transfusion, and only became sick once towards the end of my treatment because I caught the flu, yet recovered quite quickly. At the time my oncologist told my parents that I was the healthiest child to go through Children’s Memorials protocol for Medulablastoma, and returned monthly for Brain scans. Then they were weaned to every two months, three months, six months, and finally yearly with a brain and spinal scan until I was fourteen years old. We only went for the occasional scan whenever I was having a few too many headaches, or my parents wanted a check, yet everything still showed clear.

It was shortly before I was sixteen years old when I started experiencing pain down my left leg. At first it was something that sort of came and went, nothing you could quite define as sharp, dull, constant, or when it would occur and when it wouldn’t. Because the pain never came at any certain time and sometimes would leave suddenly. It could be sharp and it could be dull, depending on where it hurt this time. We went to our family physician first and described the various symptoms. From there he referred me to an orthopedic surgeon she in turn then diagnosed me with sciatica. My left side, from my hip down was in pain at this time, so an X-ray of my hip was done. At that particular time, it showed nothing, and so we continued going forth thinking that I had a pinched nerve, and my muscles needed to be loosed or relaxed. So the orthopedic surgeon sent us upstairs from her clinic to receive physical therapy, which only made the pain worsen, and continue. One day when we went in for my therapy, the therapist I was working with looked at both my legs, she tugged on them and looked at them both and said, “Your one leg is shorter than the other.” So to, she sent us to an orthopedic doctor, who in turn ripped my shoes apart and placed lifts in them, a special, higher one in my left shoe. My father went through the ceiling when we told him that my one leg was longer than the other and that the doctor proceeded to ruin my shoes. At first I felt a slight difference, yet as the days worn on, nothing changed, and my pain became increasingly worse. My father in great rage over the persisting problem an at the same time seriously worried because no one seemed to be able to figure out what was wrong with me, called the orthopedic surgeon with whom my mother was going to be taking me back to in hopes of any other ideas. He asked her if there was anything that she could do for me, and she said no, except for possible pain therapy which consisted of shooting steroids into my spine. Without any hesitation my father yelled into the phone telling her she was out of her mind and hung up on her. He then told my mother to find a chiropractor fast. My father, now not only looking at my brand new shoes ripped apart watching me every day in pain and getting worse took charge and made people do what ever they were hired to do and explain everything.

Still on the assumption that I had sciatica, and that my one leg was longer than the other, my parents took me to a chiropractor. He found that I was a little out of alignment, and put me back into place with a few twists here a pops there. Also telling my family, that my one leg was not longer than the other and you cannot tell by simply looking at and pulling on someone’s legs. So he got rid of my shoe lifts and after being relined, I felt really well, for awhile. As time continued to pass by, my pain continued to worsen to a point where my left side was starting to loose feeling and I was unable to walk properly, so much so, I couldn’t even attend school. We continued to go to the chiropractor, and he thought it would be a good idea if we took an X-ray of my hips because I was in so much pain. So he took a scan from my front side, and yet, saw nothing. We came to a point when he said that there was simply nothing else that he could do for us, and because he felt a knot deep inside my muscle, that we should try to go to a massage therapist to work the knot out Later a friend recommended us to a massage therapist, when we went there he helped relieve much of my pain, yet when he was feeling the area where my pain was on the upper left side of my hip, he felt a hot spot, or swelling. He said that he couldn’t do any more for me until he knew what that hot spot was, because hot spots generally meant that the body was fighting some sort of an infection and told us we needed a cat scan or MRI right away.

So that is exactly what we did, we scheduled an MRI with my oncologist and they found a huge tumor entrenched within the muscle on the upper left side of my hip to the base of my spine cutting off the sciatica nerve. It had also spread to both of my lungs making me a stage 4 victim with not much hope. My father was infuriated now because not one of all the doctors we had seen, including our family physician even bothered to take one scan of my lower back. Which you now could clearly see a lump of cancer. An without even knowing what that lump might have been, they could of at least been able to verify the source of my pain. Because the tumor was so large they could not operate, at least not right away for the doctors thought that they might end up taking our too much extra tissue which might not be cancer. So their only option for me was chemotherapy and radiation. They had strong beliefs that they could shrink the tumor, and after they did so, they planned to remove whatever was left.

When we began the long hard treatment, which called for fourteen rounds of in hospital chemotherapy treatment for one week, and two weeks at home to rest, my oncologist told my father that he was pretty confident that he could get ride of the cancer. Yet with nothing else on my parents minds, and no time to think the decision over thoroughly, my parents decided to go on ahead with my first round of chemotherapy treatment.

I had surgery where they placed inside my chest a port, and shortly after surgery, I was hooked up. Large bags of toxins they were more than ready to stick right into my fragile system, somehow hoping that the right combination of these harmful chemicals would in some way be beneficial an cure me; what a crazy concept.

Every day I received a large bag of what I prefer to call, “the evil red stuff”, or clinically known as Adria Miasen, then another bag about the same size of saline before they hooked me up for Cytoxin, Vencristine and Mesna. I felt so ill, I couldn’t eat anything, and the nurses came in so much to check on me to make sure I was alive and well, that I never got any sleep! It was hard to go to the bathroom because the chemotherapy messes up your insides and I was always extremely constipated. I lost 22lbs and was miserable!

By the time I was awake enough to take visitors, and thank g.d there were the blessed many, I looked ghostly and pale, and didn’t feel too far off. After the first round of five day treatment I went home very sick and totally drained. Two days after I was home I got a fever of 102 and collapsed on the floor. My father heard me fall an found me so weak all I could do was cry; begging him that I didn’t have to go through another round of treatment, “Help…” Help me was all I could mumble out through thin pale lips. My father promised me no one would ever hurt me again like this. Yet before we switched gears he had to take me back to Medical City Hospital in Dallas, Texas where I was I needed two units of blood. At that time my father cornered our doctor at which time he learned that this protocol for Ewing Sarcoma could very easily cause organ damage or failure to my kidney’s, liver and heart and a high probability of death. We leaned later that 43% of the patients that go through this type of chemotherapy treatment do die. We also found out up to 20% die from starvation for they are unable to eat or absorb any nutrients, an that’s if we could actually get something down. We also found out that the treatment itself can support cancer growth or not have any effect on it. Yet will still cause great harm to me. Radiation permanently destroys just about everything and in itself causes cancer.

What a comforting thought, gives you warm and fuzzy feelings all over.

My father took me home but not after getting copies of all my medical records and cd’s of all my scans. He was going to find someone to save my life. He stayed up most of every night and during the day looking for where we could go for real help not just treatment but a cure. He then found Dr. Burton Goldberg’s, who helped save my life, web site, www.burtongoldberg.com, and knew that instant he found what he was looking for. Mr. Goldberg told us to run to Dr. Forsythe’s clinic in Reno Nevada. Yet another problem arouse, we didn’t have any money. We have insurance through my mother works for the traditional care, but not for the additional costs for the alternative treatment. I just didn’t seem possible and we were kind of up in the air with what we were going to do.

My fathers business pretty much shut down do to the extraordinary effort he put forth to save my life and was to no surprise depressed due to my state. He had just started it up not long before I was diagnosed to begin with. My dad is not one who takes no for an answer no matter what, and most defiantly does not loose a fight. So he went to our community and pleaded for their help. At first they were up for what ever it took to help us, until he told them that we were going to take the alternative medicine route. After that, one person we know took it upon himself to investigate Dr. Forsythe. He came up with information from 10 years ago presenting it as if it were the whole truth when he told us. An so with our hopes once high, it devastated us causing my parents to sink deeper into a state depression. Our hopes were destroyed, and we canceled our flight hours before leaving.

My father, an ex-police detective, had a feeling something wasn’t quite right. So he looked into the incident and found no wrong doing or anything that remotely suggested malpractice. Talking the airlines into re-booking us for the next flight to Reno, and giving us back the $100 fine for change of flight, again he was approached by the money people hours before we were to leave for Reno. They told my father how much they loved me and wanted to keep their promise to support us on what ever it took to save me. But they could not support alternative medicine, yet, if we would continue with traditional medicine we would have their blessing and monies. My father let them know that as far as he was concerned they had given their word and he was going to hold them to it. He also added that if in the first two weeks we saw any negative response to the alternative system we would be on the first plane to Houston Texas to MD Anderson Hospital. But until then, the money better be where we need it, and available when we need it, when we reached our destination.

Six hours later we left. The money however was slow in arriving. We were tormented for three days waiting for the release of the money that were raised in donations from the money people. Except one wonderful person with whom will forever be in our hearts. Finally we started the treatment that Dr. Forsythe put together, Dr. Forsythe, www.drforsythe.com, is a board certified Oncologist and MD for 35 years in Reno Nevada. He started an Oncology dept at one of the local hospitals in Reno. He is also a Retired Army Colonel who headed the Oncology dept at the Army Hospital in Hawaii. He has numerous degrees in Alternative studies and cancer research. So what does he know about cancer? Well the ALL the Mason’s are here to tell you he knows a lot! Enough where in three weeks of humane treatment, the combination of traditional low dose chemo and alternative treatments the cancer in both my lungs was gone and I was no longer in any pain from my hip or leg. So much so that I wanted to go bowling, ☺ but my dad wouldn’t let me. I was hungry every day after my treatment, and held down my food just fine and felt completely normal. His system of using very low dose of chemo spread out over days and two other substances; one called Salacinium, Trojan horse type hollow sugar made from the bark of a tree with no nourishing qualities. And Poly-MVA, ( www.polymva.com ) a nontoxic natural substance that super charges your cells even the cancer cells making them want to become normal again.

The combination of this very powerful Poly-MVA and special sugar of which is the only thing cancer cells want to feed on thus starving the cancer the cancer simply dies. I was also taking a lot of other natural substances to promote my immune system. After only three weeks with Dr. Forsythe and the great people that work with him we came home.

My father was even able to persuade my original oncologist in Dallas to agree to continue the low dose chemo exactly the same as Dr Forsythe had prescribed. My father had a little fun when he called him to see if he would continue the same protocol because without him doing so we would have to stay in Reno or find some other doctor to help us. My father told us that he called to ask him a favor telling him were coming home. The doctor concerned that not having been gone for only three weeks that I was not doing well. My father said that it was funny when he stated very quickly that that the cancer in my lungs was already gone and almost gone in my hip and he just needed him to agree to continue the chemo just as Dr. Forsythe had done if not, did he know anyone else we could call. Our first doctor was floored.

We always knew he truly cared, but he was under the watchful eye of his boss the AMA, with whom had the ability to pull his license and have him arrested (as they tried to do to Dr. Forsythe 10 years ago for a simple coding error). Except when you are a traditional doctor stepping out of the standard protocol exposing the system for what it really is, (a huge money machine constantly feeding on us like the cancer that is killing so many today) yet it is the standard protocol of the AMA and the Pharmaceuticals. I was cured of cancer in three weeks at the cost of $10,000. Wouldn’t you think if they really cared they would at least take a serious look at us, the thriving patients? Wouldn’t you think the insurance companies would at least take a look at us? We need the insurance companies to stand on their own get out of the pockets of the AMA and the Pharmaceuticals. Or maybe they too want the huge cash flow to continue from high rates.

The term “Alternative Medicine” is now identified as voo doo or quackery. I am confused for most of the chemo is made from herbs, dangerous and toxic, yet none the less, herbs. Mankind evolved on herbs and alternative treatments, it wasn’t until the last 75 years of our existence that the synthetic pharmaceuticals came into our lives. G-d told us he had given us all that we would ever need to survive, so what happened? Did we just drop his word and forget it? (Cause it sure seems so!) We need help to stop this corporate greed before it continues to grow even more out of control.

If the insurance company’s would just help alone we would not be financially devastated and THEY WOULD SAVE A TON OF MONEY!!!

For life saving help: www.burtongoldberg.com

www.polymva.com

www.drforsythe.com

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