One way I'm telling the world

So . . . today I did something I've been anxious to do for a while. I went to the Colorado University Hospital---my hospital (the one I spent the last two years at). No, I didn't have an appointment. But hey, I wanted to find cancer patients, and I know where to find them.

THIS IS SO EXCITING! Sorry, I just had to say it! I'm so EXCITED!

Okay, so I went . . . PRAYING for courage. I first went to the BIC (Bone-marrow Infusion Center). I've spent many, many, MANY days in this area. This is where several nurses work and they check our labs and give us blood, monitor us between Doctor visits (sometimes everyday or three times a week), ETC. I brought a BIG box of chocolates (called MERCI; it's European chocolate that I get at the World Market; we used to get this wonderful chocolate in Holland) and a card thanking all the wonderful nurses for all their awesome care. I walked in and the nurse who "runs the place" recognized me (as did several others) and we chatted excitedly because I'm now in remission! She was expressing her shock that they were going to start giving me my vaccines (I have to get my childhood vaccines because I had the stem-cell transplant) because they only give vaccines to those who are cancer free, but she remembered that I had FOUR new tumors, including the one that was already there, so she couldn't believe that I was suddenly cancer free. It was so fun to see her smile with the halloween glitters on her eyelashes and her excitement, and she kept saying it was like a "miracle." Of course, I whipped out my "pamphlets" and handed them to a couple of the nurses. I told them I was on B17, and it wiped out all my tumors. They were very excited and curiously reading my pamphlets. Of course, they liked the chocolate too. I asked the head nurse if I could hand my pamphlets out to the patients. She hesitated and started to say no, but before she could, I smiled and said, "I'm just gonna do it without your permission." I went around to the patients and gave them my pamphlet. They could hear us talking so they knew what they were getting. YAY! Anyway, I told the nurses to share their chocolates and moved on.

I then headed to a waiting area that I've spent HOURS in, and just walked in and spoke to the patients and passed out my pamphlets. I basically told them I battled cancer for two years (btw, I wore my sweatshirt), and told them how I beat it. Every person I spoke to was interested. After handing out about five pamphlets without the secretaries getting onto me (whew) I walked out the door and saw a couple sitting outside. I asked them if they knew someone with cancer. The man in the cowboy hat nodded to the little lady next to him, and said, "Yes, my wife." I then handed them a pamphlet. They happened to be talking to another guy who was also interested in my pamphlet. That man moved on, but I continued talking with this couple (they were farmers), and we had a really good conversation. I explained to them everything I know about B17, who my doctor is there, etc, etc. The man shook my hand about three times and thanked me, and at one point, he even had tears in his eyes.

That's when I walked, what felt like a half-mile, to the inpatient cancer ward--I still had a spring in my step. I guess I was just remembering how it was to walk down that long hall when I could barely move. The place I'd spent weeks at a time, followed by months of treatments. As I waited for the elevator, a man looked at my sweatshirt and asked, "Is that laetrile?" I said, "Yes!" Our elevator left without us as we started talking. He'd heard about B17, etc. and he was wondering how it worked, what kind of cancer I had, etc. I told him everything, how according to Dr. Krebs it works on all cancers. Of course, he took a pamphlet, and had to leave for his appointment, but he was so glad to have the information. And I was GLAD TO GIVE IT! Yay!

When I landed on the eleventh floor (which in the past for me was the DREADED eleventh floor; at one point, my mom had asked if the twelfth floor was where folks were dying. Of course, they said, no, but I have to say, the time I nearly bled to death, I ended up on the twelve floor). Anyway, maybe that's just because there was no room anywhere else (which is likely the case). ANYWAY . . . I arrived on the inpatient cancer ward and greeted the nurses, who to my shock, remembered me! I told them I was cancer free, gave them a card with the box of chocolates, and of course, one of my pamphlets. I had to tell them how I did it. They were so excited for me, and it was neat because they said it was so nice to see a patient return who was doing so well. They said they don't normally hear back from patients, and they just assume since they don't see them anymore it means they're doing better. Anyway, it was wonderful to see them and share with them.

I then made my way down the short hall with doors on one side, concealing rooms I'd spent numerous times in, remembering the walks I would take, dragging my IV pole with me, careful as I crossed a bump, and low and behold, one of the doors was open. So, I went in. Gulp! A woman sat on a couch with her husband sitting in his chair next to the bed, eating. I handed the woman my pamphlet and told her my story. I think she was skeptical at first, but I just spoke honestly and openly with her, and she listened and thanked me for my pamphlet and for sharing my story. She also hoped I would stay healthy. (Truth is, I know I will where cancer is concerned; where other things are concerned, it's all in the Lords hands.) I then moved on down the hall and saw three people standing outside a door. I talked to them and gave the couple my pamphlet, and the third gentleman asked if he could have one too. OF COURSE he could! I continued down the hall, but didn't see anymore open doors, and I didn't want to disturb the one patient whose door was open, but the curtain was pulled and the light was out. So, I went back to a little waiting area that my hubby and I once spent several LONG HOURS in during a weekend when I came in desperate for help. I left several of my pamphlets on the tables in that room. As I headed back downstairs, I went to the elevator and a couple got in at the same time. Of course, they were leaving the cancer ward, so I knew they knew someone with cancer, but I could tell this couple was very sad. So, SO SAD. I could understand how they felt, so I offered them my pamphlet, of course, and told them my story, while others stood in the elevator listening. I simply can't NOT tell them what could save their loved one.

I am trying my best to make this short by cramming as much information in as possible. So please forgive the long sentences and crammed paragraphs.

I left the elevator and headed down the half-mile hallway back to the outpatient pavilion, and as I was walking by the pharmacy (where I'd been many times), I saw a woman wearing the same kind of sequined caps I used to wear. Of course, I asked the obvious question, if she was battling cancer, and she gave me the obvious reply, and I handed her my pamphlet. She seemed very happy to receive it, so that was good! That's when I planned to go to the radiology dept. I sat down to get my things in order and as I sat there, I saw a few people walk by who obviously had cancer so I hopped up to give them a pamphlet. They all took it with gratitude. Keep in mind, I give a brief summary of my story when I hand it to them.

When I had everything together, I went in to see my favorite man in the hospital, Bill. He brought so much joy to every visit when getting the dreaded radiation. It was amazing. I entered the waiting room and handed out my pamphlets while he helped a patient, and when he was finished, I gave him my small gift of appreciation, and I told him my news. He was overjoyed (we were both quite loud with our excitement) and everyone in that waiting room knew what was going on. Bill wanted a pamphlet, so of course, I gave him one. I then walked around the rest of the waiting room and handed out pamphlets to everyone (everyone heard I'd beaten cancer with B17). I kept telling them to do their research, do their research. It's how I learned the truth and beat cancer! As I walked out of the room, I shook my fist in the air and almost shouted, "Do your research folks!" As I left, another couple entered, and I handed them a pamphlet. :-)

You know, one thing I've noticed about EVERY ONE of these people is that they're grateful to hear my story, grateful to hear that there might be something else out there that works! Something better than the hellish, deadly chemo.

Finally, it was time to leave, and as I entered the main hall to exist the hospital, I saw a couple coming in with their ten or twelve year old daughter who wore a hat. I asked the father if they were battling cancer and he said yes. I gave him a pamphlet and told him my story. He was so glad to get this information! So glad! And I asked if they were heading over for radiation and the little girl nodded. "I thought so." They were heading in that direction. They would see everyone else had a pamphlet too. :-)

(Coming back the next day: I forgot to tell you all about the lady at the grocery store. I was wearing my sweatshirt, and as I was walking in with my daughter, a lady shopper standing at the customer service desk called to me and asked me about B17, what was it, etc. I told her it was a vitamin, shared my story, and handed her a pamphlet. She read it and folded it up and said she was going to make copies. I encouraged her to. I want everyone to know about this!)

I told everyone I wasn't selling this stuff, I just wanted to tell my story, and HELP them! I think they could see that, and I pray they try B17 because it will kill their cancers!

To those who are reading this post, if you were one of the folks I spoke to at the hospital, I'm so glad you're here, and I pray you find HEALING!