Inoperable Cancer… At 43

I remember the day my wife got diagnosed. It was dull and dusky, the kind of day where the sky just ended a downpour but heavy clouds still lingered, painting downtown L.A. in dismal grayscale. For the longest time, Sandra had a cough that never went away, and was feeling weak all the time. The doctor said the lung cancer had reached Stage Three, and it was inoperable. Chemo was the only choice. At that time, we had a two beautiful girls, and all I could think about was how they were going to get by if their mother couldn’t pull through. How was I going to explain that Mom had contracted a terminal illness… And if the worst happened, would I be strong enough to raise both daughters by myself? isaaclungs

Figure 1: Diagnosis of lung cancer tumor

I threw myself into full cancer research mode, taking a 6 month long sabbatical from my job, but quickly grew dissatisfied and exasperated at the ineffectiveness of current cancer therapies. For something with a mortality rate of 83.4% within five years, the quality of current medical standards was depressingly inadequate. There had to be more to treating cancer than just chemo! That was my stubborn belief. I investigated all types of cancer-related studies every day, even as I held my wife’s hand through each treatment. Eventually, I stumbled on a discovery that involved using oxygen (O2) to eradicate mutated cells, which had been overlooked by virtually the entire medical community.

 

But before I managed to find a way to turn my research into a viable remedy, the doctor came to us with mortifying news: chemotherapy had failed.  The cancer was expected to claim Sandra’s life within weeks. Four months in, she already looked devoid of life in the mirror, her bony frame constantly dropping hair. My once radiant wife was reduced to vomiting into a bucket after each chemo session. The mutated cells in her body were literally suffocating her to death by preventing the circulation of oxygenated blood in the body. With both her and my daughters in mind, I doggedly pursued my research, desperate to find a cure. Sandra was as brave as could be, never giving up, and even as her doctor began advising us on easing her suffering. A counselor even started preparing us for my wife’s end-of-life care. No! This couldn’t be happening, I thought. Our daughters are too young for this!

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But in my despair, there was a glimmer of hope. My research finally turned up with something: increasing O2 consumption directly corresponded to decreased mortality rates, especially with lung and gastrointestinal cancer. It m ade complete sense – we can go without food and water for days, but without oxygen, we would be dead within minutes. Why would the cells that make up our body be any different? In today’s polluted and stressful environment, coupled with nutritional deficits and lack of exercise, it’s obvious why cancer has reached its level of prevalence.

Our oxygen-deprived bodies – you might have guessed it – need more oxygen!

Anything that prevents or restricts the flow of oxygen will promote cancer growth. That’s why chemotherapies often fail, or relapse – with disastrous results. That kind of treatment is only topical, which does not solve the problem at the core!

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I refocused my efforts into this area of cancer therapy. Unknown to many, work in this area of cancer research started as early as the 1920s, by Dr. Otto Warburg. He won a Nobel Prize in 1932, and demonstrated that cancer functioned on a simple mechanic: cells denature, or mutate, if oxygen levels fall below a certain threshold. Healthy cells require O2, but the dominant requirement of cancer is fermentation (metabolic activity in low-oxygen environment). His experiments proved that lack of oxygen will result in carcinogens and other toxins accumulating inside and around the cells, impairing the our respiratory abilities. As accumulation approaches critical mass, the human body practically “soaks” in the acidic toxicity, which slowly corrodes our tissue. This can increase the rate of agglutination, or the clumping of particles such as red blood cells in our circulatory system, which worsens the already dire situation by reducing the flow of oxygen.

The medical community has largely ignored Warburg’s discoveries, choosing to believe that cancer required oxygen to germinate and develop. This could not be further from the truth – cancer cells require anaerobic (absence of air) conditions to thrive.

In August 2009, however, the medical journal Cancer Today released a report that was a “breakthrough”, revealing experiments involving the injection of oxygen into cancer cells, which drastically increased survival rates. After disregarding Warburg’s findings for more than three decades, the medical community has finally come to realize the truth behind his work. In addition, Oxford University researchers also found that raising oxygen levels also increased the effectiveness of chemotherapy, highlighting oxygen as a critical solution in the fight against cancer.

It is my biggest regret in life – not having this “Eureka” moment earlier – because the solution was so simple. Even as my wife battled the deadly disease in its late stages, I struggled against time to find a way to turn the Warburg hypothesis into something we could fight cancer with.

Don’t let yourself or your family become a victim, like Sandra did.

Supplement your body with the fundamental requirement of oxygen (even if you believe yourself to be healthy) – Click here to find out more.

Edit: Sandra passed away just two weeks after celebrating her 34th birthday in the hospital. She began taking oxygen supplementation to combat cancer, but not before the disease spread to her brain. If she had started earlier, her chances of survival would have been much higher.
She leaves behind her husband and two daughters, aged 15 and 12.