The IV C files #3 – What an intravenous vitamin C infusion feels like

If you’ve ever had an intravenous infusion of anything, you probably know what intravenous vitamin C feels like.

An intravenous needle is just a way of breaking the skin into a vein, and the needle acts as a guide for the cannular (or fine tube) that allows the fluid to flow into the vein.  After the needle is inserted, the cannular follows and the needle is withdrawn.  Sounds simple?

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The IV C files #2 – Intravenous Vitamin C treatment – the first week

The clinic I was receiving the intravenous vitamin C treatment had a regime of 18 sessions delivered over three weeks.   This would be followed by twice-weekly follow-up sessions for three months.

When I asked why three weeks and then three months, I was told that this replicated the protocol used by the alternative cancer treatment hopsital, the Oasis of Hope in Mexico.

I would also be having daily sessions of hyperthermia and ozone therapy.

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Why B is for Bananas …

The location:  A clinic in the UK, specialising in using metabolic therapy to treat cancer, with the focus on high-doses of intravenous Vitamin C and nutrition.

The science:  There are hits and myths about sugar feeding cancer but consensus is that sugar is a definite no-no.  This includes fruit which contains high-levels of fructose, a type of sugar.

Because of this, all of us at the clinic are on a strict diet which includes no fruit, only veg.

(I’m finding this challenging and so am slowly transitioning, still permitting myself an apple and two bananas a day as I find it promotes, er-hem … regularity. )

We’ve all had the same nutritionist, so a lot of our food taboos are the same:  no fruit, no wheat, no dairy, no coffee or tea, minimal meat etc. etc.

The nutritionist’s name is Shareen and when we’re gathered together for the intravenous vitamin C session, the discussion invariably drifts towards food, comparing notes on what we’re allowed and not, with the inevitable “Shareen says …”.

We waxed wistfully about the good-old-days when we could sit at a cafe and just indulge.

My fantasy was a scone, still warm from the oven, slathered in butter and sandwiched with a thick layer of clotted cream and jam.

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