Year of Firsts: Nutrition

Yesterday’s Year of Firsts wasn’t the most exciting. As I’ve mentioned in a couple other posts, I was recently diagnosed with a rare and aggressive Myofibroma tumour. I’ve been told by a couple of doctor’s that it needs to come out ASAP because of the rate that it’s growing and it’s current size.

However, the current treatment plan consists of extensive surgery that would leave permanent and irreversible consequences for some of my other organs.

We have a family friend who is a doctor and she took a look at my pathology reports, as well as my CT scan. She suggested I look into some natural supplements to help shrink my tumour while I wait for my surgery date. Hopefully, I can reduce the size of this thing growing in my body, even if it’s just a speck.


So I got researching and I should probably add a disclaimer that I’m not typically a person that thinks you can… I don’t know cure cancer with some organic carrot juice. But as the saying goes, There are no atheists in the trenches.  And right now I’m willing to try anything– within reason.

This was just the beginning of my long research process. I spent hours upon hours looking into this stuff and narrowed down the list to a handful of supplements that I’m not entirely excited to be taking, but feel like I at least need to try.


I added this on top of all the other meds I’m taking and I feel like there isn’t enough time in the day to be taking them all. But I’m taking them as directed and have consulted with my doctors to make sure there are no interactions.

Will it work? Who knows? I’m praying for a miracle.

Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,



I’m embarrassed, but I need your help #please… I have a possible tumor and my insurance isn’t helping

I don’t do this often and the few times I have asked for help, I’ve never gotten very far. But I need to try because I don’t know what else to do.

I suppose this is a long rant about what’s going on with me and my life these days. I try to keep it quiet and distract myself with pretty things, but sometimes I need to let it out. And maybe you can find it in your heart to get through this and help me in some way. Anyway.

There are too many things going on. Too many things.  No one I know has money they can lend or just gift me. I have no money. My family of 3 lives off of $17k a year. I honestly don’t know how we make it.

Health insurance is denying my claims. I can’t pay my medical bills. I need a ct scan bc I have a tumour that may need chemotherapy (according to a resident at John Hopkins) and I can’t afford any of it. It may not need chemo or radiation. It could be nothing. It could be outright removed (even though we’ve removed it twice already) but I’ll never know until it’s too late, if I can’t get this ct scan.

I practically live on my asthma inhaler and I often wonder if I can even afford to “waste” another huff of it. My asthma isn’t bad enough to kill me or anything like that, just bad enough to torture me every day and send me to urgent care with the occasional asthma attack that requires being hooked up to a breathing machine.

I got put on prednisone. The side effects are weight gain, fatigue, foggy thoughts, pain, nausea and just about everything I don’t need right now, or ever.

My phone is dying a little more every day. I can’t make or receive phone calls or texts and data anything doesn’t work. I can only use it when I’m home and connected to wifi. It turns off randomly. Freezes. Even when at home, it can take forever for it to do anything. Battery life is an hour at rest if I’m lucky.

My mom’s car is busted. That was our only source of transportation and now that’s gone. We can’t afford to fix it. The closest bus stop is 5 miles away on the highway with no sidewalks. I can’t walk there bc I have nerve damage so severe that I’m on meds galore and still can’t walk longer than 15 minutes. And sometimes the pain is so bad that I can’t walk at all.

I have nothing in my name other than debt. What are these bill collectors going to take away from me? I don’t have wages to garnish. What do they want? I have nothing to give them. If I could dissect this tumour myself, I would maybe sell it to science or some weirdo on Craigslist. That could make some money, maybe.

Nothing is right or even close to it. Even if after 4 years of unemployment someone does want to hire me or even interview me, how would I get there? How do they call me? Even that doesn’t work out right.

I’m stuck and I need help getting unstuck. I’m so embarrassed to even be asking, but I really don’t know what else to do.

If you can find it in your heart to maybe throw a few bucks my way, I’d be so insanely and forever grateful. Maybe you can pass this along to a friend?

Thank you.

Peace and Pistachios,