Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Got my hand slapped today

Got my hand slapped today. Hospital called and asked me gently (I recognized the nurse) to no longer pass out any of my flyers. She said I'm not allowed to come to the hospital if I don't have an appointment. AND if I come again to pass out flyers, they will have to call security. I told her I had a feeling this would happen, and I understood. I'm not allowed to pass out information that the hospital doesn't endorse.

As badly as I want to TELL THE WORLD, I'll abide by their rules. I've worked too hard to survive for my family to end up in jail.

Do I regret what I've done? Not in the least! I'm glad I did it, and I hope it saves lives. I also am not mad at this nurse. She's a wonderful nurse. She simply has to abide by hospital rules because she works there. She's also a mother and has a family to care for. I asked her if patients were upset, and she said she couldn't answer that question. Of course, I forgot about patient privacy. So, I understood. I just hope I didn't upset anyone. However, because this is a touchy subject, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if folks may have gotten upset.

I'll find other ways to get my story out, so don't think I'm finished. Lives are at stake. But I won't return to the hopital. My family comes FIRST.

Monday, October 29, 2012

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!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Telling the WORLD

I want to get the word out about B17! So, I made for myself a t-shirt and a sweatshirt that tells my story: part of it anyway. I also have copies of pamphlets that tell my story and how they can find B17, what it does, etc. In fact, I'll copy and paste that below. Feel free to copy it for yourself and print it out and tell all your friends.


I am CANCER FREE because of Vitamin B17
My story: sandirog.blogspot.com

Genesis 1:29 Then God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the surface of all the earth, and every tree which has fruit yielding seed; it shall be food for you.”

I’ve been a cancer patient for two years. If you want to save your life, you need to take the reins into your own hands. Do the research! You can start by looking up the book WORLD WITHOUT CANCER by G. Edward Griffin on Amazon, which is also the only place you can get B17 (online). The first time I was on B17, my cancer went into remission. When I got off it because of the “cyanide scare” my cancer came back. After discovering that B17 is a concentrated form of apricot seeds, I learned that it can’t be dangerous if taken in the appropriate doses. So, I refused chemo (which is FAR MORE DANGEROUS than B17, by the way). After two months passed with no treatments at all, I got back on the B17. After eight weeks of taking 500 mg twice a day, the B17 wiped out FIVE tumors, and I am now CANCER FREE!


Dr. Krebs MD [who discovered B17] says "yes". Cancer cells all have the exact same characteristics. Cancer cells, no matter the type of cancer, are known as Trophoblasts. These cells contain an enzyme called Beta-glucosidase, also known as the unlocking enzyme. When Laetrile [B17] comes in contact with the enzyme beta-glucosidase, the Laetrile is broken down to form two molecules of glucose, one molecule of benzaldehyde and one molecule of hydrogen cyanide (HCN). Within the body, the cancer cell-and only the cancer cell-contains that enzyme. The key word here is that the HCN must be FORMED. It is not floating around freely in the Laetrile and then released. It must be manufactured. The enzyme beta-glucosidase, and only that enzyme, is capable of manufacturing the HCN from Laetrile thereby affecting the cancer cell-and only the cancer cell. If there are no cancer cells in the body, there is no beta-glucosidase. If there is no beta-glucosidase, no HCN will be formed from the Laetrile.

B17 KILLS CANCER! This information was discovered by Medical Doctors 70 years ago! Today’s medical doctors can’t tell us about this because they could lose their licenses, and some have even gotten arrested. Sadly, many haven’t even heard of B17.

The regime that saved my life:

B17 (500mg 2 times a day)
B15 (highest dose on the bottle; cancer can’t survive around oxygen)
Pancreatic Enzymes (these break down the protein in and around the cancer cell)
Zinc Citrate (take 30mg with B17; this is the “driver” for the B17)
Vit. C (for the immune system to kill weakened cells)
Ginseng (B17 lowers the blood pressure, and because I have low blood pressure, this keeps my BP from dropping; if you don't have low BP then this isn't needed)

A CURE FOR CANCER? Go to www.worldwithoutcancer.org.uk

I do not work for these people, I do not know them personally, nor am I selling any products. I just want you or your child to be HEALED.  ~Sandi Rog

Monday, October 15, 2012

For My Love

I want to dedicate this song to my wonderful husband, who searched out a cure for this nasty cancer. I never would have known about B17 had it not been for my love. During this fight, he dried my eyes, kissed my bald head, and held me tight, doing all he could to WIN this cancer battle for me. And in the end, HE WON! All with the Lord's leading, we did it! This song says it all!


I've heard this song so many times, but never thought of it in the context of having cancer. This song describes my man perfectly!

I was so excited when a sweet sister shared how this song reminded her of us, that I listened to it ten times in a row, blubbering the entire time. 

I then got a grand idea. Of course, I'm FULL of grand ideas, just ask my hubby. I met him for lunch and brought a few surprises. I picked up a potted orchid (because the way it grows it's a little flighty, which is kind of like me). I wanted to give him something for his desk at work that would remind him of moi. :-) It towers over his cubical. I never could fit in a box. 

I also wrote a card, telling him how he's my hero. And then I had him listen to this song. I told him the man in this song was HIM. His eyes filled with tears as he listened to it. This is another SONG that describes him perfectly!

I love you, Karsten!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Shouting from the ROOFTOPS!

It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for, and had I been more patient, if I’d gone in when the PET scan was originally scheduled, I would have been labeled as “in remission.” In about four weeks, I’ll be in complete remission. I have no doubt about that.

Technically, I had five tumors, even though only four new ones had arrived on the scene. One had been radiated, but in the last PET scan this summer it still showed a lot of residue, which usually lasts for several months. That happened with my other tumors. That was the tumor in my pelvis. Well, in this PET scan result, it was completely GONE. No residue what-so-ever! I was shocked!

On top of that, the tumor in my right rib is GONE. There’s no sign that it was ever there!

And finally, out of the three tumors in my lymphnodes, one completely DISAPPEARED! There are no signs it was ever there. As for the two left in the lymphnodes: one is almost completely GONE (the test results read: “There is almost complete resolution of abnormal . . . [cells]”). And the other has shrunk so significantly that the doc isn’t worried a bit about it!

When he walked into the office, he said, “Your PET scan looks great!” And he went on to explain what I shared above. He then sat down and said, “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. It's working." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "What are you doing?”

I handed him my paper listing: B17, B15, Zinc Citrate, and Pancreatic Enzymes. 

He said, “Since you’re not on any treatment plan from us, I don’t see any reason for you to keep seeing us. And what you’re doing seems to be working better than anything we have to offer. You should continue with your current treatments and go live your life.” He said this “live your life” statement at least three times. It was after this he showed us the PET scan photos, and when done, shrugged and said, “I don’t even see anything that I would note as a problem. There’s nothing new and what is there has diminished. You should get off this aggressive scanning schedule and live your life.”

I asked about my blood work, and he said it looks very good, and he added with a chuckle, “Better than mine.” He also said I didn’t have any signs of Graft vs. Host disease (GVHD), and he even said I never had it. I was surprised by this because my other doc (oh, this is a new oncologist, btw. My original one left to invent a new drug for cancer). Anyway, my other doc believed I indeed had GVHD. Anyway, he said, unless I have symptoms, don’t come in.

He was very impressed, and asked if I was seeing another doc who subscribed these treatments. I lifted my book WORLD WITHOUT CANCER and said, "I’m 'seeing' the docs in this book." He wrote down the title, and hopefully, he’ll read it.

In the meantime, I’ve come home, and I’m LIVING my LIFE!

I want to literally shout this news from the rooftops, but I have a cold, and I’m losing my voice!!!! I can’t stand it! I want to tell the world! LOL

Thank YOU God! xxx THANK YOU!!!!

This was the SONG going through my head on the way home.