Nikki's Journey

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Welcome and thank you for taking the time to join me on this healing journey!!  In May of 2023 I went to the doctor for a lump in my right breast.  They did an exam and determined it was just "dense breast tissue" and told me to follow up in a year if necessary.  To tell you the joy that came over me in that moment was overwhelming as I had tried to mentally prepare myself for a dreaded diagnosis.  Subesquently that first lump seemed to go away.  Unfortunately I did not make it to the 1 year mark... in May of 2024 the lump in my right breast returned with an additional lump in my right armpit.  I immediately went to the doctor and was sent for a surgical oncology consult.  To this day I do not understand why the surgeon comes first (more on that later) in the onslaught of appoints that were to follow.  I completed MRI's, PET Scans, Biopsies, Blood Work and the list goes on and on... and finally my appointment was set.  Leading up to the appointment, which had only been a short 10ish days I struggled daily with questions, hypotheticals, denial, grief, anger etc.  I know that is a lot of emotions in such a short time but I had all of the feelings.  The surgical oncology appointment was Friday April 26th, 2024 at 4pm - the absolute worst time to have the worst news I had ever received given to me.  I was going to go home and panic all weekend and the doctor was going to go out on her boat.  At the appointment it started off with a breast exam and an apology from the doctor that she was sorry to have to give me the hard news I was about to receive.  I braced for impact as I put my clothes on and made my way to her office with my husband.  The conversation was very blunt that I had been diagnosed with the "Big C".  I am big on the laws of attraction and affirmation so I try not to use that stupid word.  I knew this was coming and as hard as I mentally tried to prepare for my brain to process those words I immediately became overwhelmed and ran out of the office leaving my husband and the doctor sitting there.  I made my way to the bathroom and felt the sudden urge to vomit and break something.  That is how devastated I was.  The rest of the appointment and days to follow were somewhat of a blur and if it had not been for my husband remaining calm as he always does I'm not sure how I would have fared those first few days following that appointment.  Come to find out the doctor had not yet received the final pathology report from the biopsy but already had a treatment path laid out for me.  I do remember pleading with her to just remove my breasts and affected lymph nodes.  Her response was a flat out lie and that was the first clue I was not where I needed to be.  After the failed attempts to persuade her to do what I wanted she proceeded to tell me that I was going to do 6-8 months worth of chemotherapy, then discuss surgery, and then many rounds of radiation.  There was no discussion as she was very firm in me having no options.  I was so confused because I was not sick... I am still not sick.  Why would I set off an atomic bomb inside of my body, completely destroying my immune system, healthy cells, etc just to "hope" that it worked.  After all she didn't even have all of the reports back yet.  There were many questions asked by my husband towards the end of that appointment that were met with non answers but it was clear to her that chemotherapy was the only option.  Come to find out there is a different oncologist that you have to see for chemo so I was not going to get any answers that day anyway.  It seems a bit ridiculous that my first appointment was scheduled with a doctor that could not help me anyway because of the shackles that the "Standard of Care" places on our "Healthcare" system.  I guess they all need to dip their hands in the pot of great insurance. After it was clear to the doctor that we were not buying her timeshare sales pitch she politely let us know that our time there was up and my husband and I were walked to the door.

After many second opinion appointments only to hear the deafening echo of the "Standard of Care" protocol I felt confident that I no longer had an option and there was peace in that.  I had only kept subjecting myself to disappointment by allowing doctors to tell me what I already knew that they had a playbook and an audible was not available.  Luckily for our family my husband has a fervent need to research and understand every detail of every thing.  My head had been so cloudy since my first appointment I hadn't realized how much he had devoted to finding answers for our family.  Calls were made to close friends from around the country and I was on the phone with compassionate providers that brought a sense of calm to me.  That was up until all of the options for compassionate comlipmentary providers seemed to be out of our financial reach.  We have the "best" health insurance because my husband is a fireman and the one time we really needed to use it there were crickets in the approval department.  My anxiety and fear began to mount as I knew I couldn't go forward with a "Standard of Care" protocol and now it would appear that the best options were also not available.  We worked diligently through this time and by the grace of God we were able to piece together the most important parts of establishing a baseline for me and determining what treatment options were actually effective against MY "C" cells.  I sent my blood overseas to be tested by a company called RGCC-International.  The specific test was the Onconomics Plus.  This was a pivotal game changing moment as it was the first time I felt as though there was a light at the end of the tunnel.  It confirmed that there was in fact an audible that could be called and we were about to call it.  The Onconomics Plus blood test was by far the most comprehensive test that I had received thus far and concluded that things like Hyperthermia, Vitamin C, Mushrooms, Poly-MVA, Ivermectin, and Lycopene among a host of other things were effective in beating my cancer.  Additionally it indicated that some chemotherapy options were up to 82% effective against my specific cancer cells.  The light was turned on bright for me at that moment because the chemotherapy that the "Standard of Care" protocol was going to force me to have was less than 10% effective.  Instead of sharing my story at this moment you would have read my obituary at best.  I still did not want an atomic bomb set off inside my body and then potentially get taken out by the common cold so the hunt was on to find a Doctor that would do Insulin Potentiation Therapy.  We landed in Clearwater Florida with Lifeworks Wellness Center.  A solution had been found and we were on our way...