Because of my glowing recommendation, S. and her mother went to Hallwang.
S. had Stage 4 colo-rectal cancer. The doctors in the UK had said the tumour was inoperable and wanted to give her six months’ worth of systemic chemotherapy to shrink the tumour. Even then there was no guarantee that the tumour would shrink sufficiently.
So I told them about Hallwang.
They went. S. had two TACEs and one course of systemic chemotherapy. There was tumour shrinkage of at least 30%, enough for it to be operable.
The problems started when S. and her mother returned home. The doctors here were furious they had gone for off-label treatments, and they had to change doctors. The scans done in Germany were not readable in this country.
Finally, new scans were done. The tumour had shrunk sufficiently for surgery.
Last week S. had surgery. The surgeon told them that he thought they’d wasted their money in Germany, until he saw the tumour. He didn’t tell them how much it had shrunk, only that it had. There was a sense that they had been naughty children, but all was forgiven now.
What the surgeon doesn’t understand is: if someone is given a death sentence, no treatment is off-limits, too outrageous. You will do anything to fight for your life. Until the surgeon has walked a mile in the same shoes, he shouldn’t presume to know what is best.
My joy today is that I helped someone get another chance at life. I’ve been struggling at times with what life is about, and it made me feel pretty good that I’ve done some good.