This book is dedicated to anyone who contemplates caring for a loved one at home as they die. It is also for those who want to push the boundaries of current techniques of care. It is for people seeking a window into deeper, spiritual meaning in life and how we can transfer our own private spiritual leanings into meaningful care when the final journey arrives.
This story is given in absolute love. I make no claims to be anything more than the person I am. I am not peddling miracle cures but simply pointing the way to alternative therapies which worked for us and in the process posing questions which rose along the way.
As the corona pandemic swept the world in early 2020, I found myself at home, nursing my mother, who was dying of terminal brain cancer. Starting in the lung we had had a trans-formative year leading up to this point. Through will, good diet and embracing a plethora of natural therapies she had done an amazing job of eliminating those original tumors. After being misdiagnosed for almost a year previously the prognosis had not been good; the cancer had left the lung with tentacles reaching up to around her ear. By the time the cancer was found she was given no more than three months. This stretched out to fourteen months as she eliminated that original tumor.
Unfortunately, those tentacles were able to transition to the brain at some point, lying dormant while she completely changed the biome of her body to fight the foot long tumor we could see but difficult to reach for factors I outline. Against the odds she had been given the “all clear” but the tiny little pricks of tumors present in the brain were growing unseen. By the time they were spotted the damage had been done. Mum had full blown brain cancer.
Brain cancer is a terrible disease not merely for the high fatality rate but also for the devastating personality changes which can be nasty. By the time this story picks up the doctors are pressuring us to have her committed. Given the outrageous nature of her behavior they did not believe we could care for her at home.
Corona virus was on the rise, hospital visits were heavily restricted, borders were being closed; the outlook was for a lonely drug riddled death in a facility far removed from home and family. This is the story of how we turned all that around. Given the anti-psychotic drugs prescribed the prognosis was for a chemical death mitigated by morphine, upping the dose and upping the dose again until the inevitable. This was not what happened. Employing natural solutions to the mood swings and using cutting edge frequency technology mother died at home, in peace, surrounded by friends and family who came and went as they pleased. With kids playing and fighting and doing kids stuff on the floor next to her bed, dogs and cats laying with her, endless streams of people holding her hand, blessing her, loving her and all this at a time when hospital visits were restricted to one person, for one hour a day. It was a miraculous death against the odds opening so many questions not merely of a physical nature.
All the other posts on this page and on pages concerning this book are taken from subject matter in the book and will give a fair indication of the topics I cover and the experience we had. I will of course expand on these as time permits. The poem overlaying the cropped cover image was written by mum and gives a fair indication on how she lived her life. The cover image is displayed in various places around the site and is a hand drawing of mum done sometime in the eighties.
People everywhere
Crying out for love
People everywhere
Yearning to release their
love
And in the process
Love eludes
“Love me, Need me,
Someone care”
Each separate heart
screams
And in my dreams
My arms want to comfort
all
I want to say
“Take some from me
I have lots, you see
Here I am
Need me”
And if you need
Then I need
And if you love
Then I love
Love one to one
Or all to all
Give it out
Shout!
“Hey, take this, it’s free
It’s a piece of me”