Written: 24 February 2025
This is a true story, about PP’s cancer journey.
PP will post his updates and we welcome people to comment and add to the thread via the comment section. It is hoped that this will help others.
He has been on a strict regime incorporating Ivermectin and other things... he is now 3 months in. So let's see what has been happening....
Like all stories, there is a beginning.
Kickoff, was in Cairns, early in 1997, coincidentally, the same year I became single again.
I had a small black/blue tinged spot, the size of a pinhead, on my cheek, under my left eye, it had sat there since the early 1990’s, and I thought it was a blackhead, but could not get it to pop.
Anyway, early in 1997, I was at the quacks for a prescription, and asked the quack if he could remove the blackhead.
The quack told me, “no, I will send you to a plastic surgeon for that, because it is on your face”.
So, a few days later, PP trundles off to the plastic surgeon, a nice lady who had a sound reputation in town and elsewhere.
She took a look, and told me she would numb the area, and cut it out. She did this and stitched it back up with micro stitching, almost invisible to the eye when done, she was very good.
All good so far, so next day at work, PP got a phone call from the plastic surgeon.
The call went like this from the plastic surgeon, “I had the section I removed yesterday, undergo a biopsy, and I am sorry to say, but it was a dangerous malignant melanoma and I have not got all of it, I need you to come back today, so I may take more out”.
So, PP thought, OK, best I get my arse around there, as the surgery was only three or four blocks from my place of work.
And that, is when the saga commenced, more was cut out, more cancer found, more was cut out, eventually requiring plastic surgery.
During the saga, the lady plastic surgeon had gone away for a week to the Darwin University to lecture, and in that week, I noticed more spots appearing, so I was fast tracked to another plastic surgeon, a male, who took a look and told me, that is nothing to worry about, why are you wasting my time?
I was a bit firm in telling him, to read my bloody file, so reluctantly, he did, and he said, “OK, I see there is a high risk there, I will take those spots out”, he did just that, and it was bloody painful as it was close to my nose, and the local anesthetic needle pretty much made my eyes water with pain.
Anyway, the next day, the male plastic surgeon rang me, and asked me to return immediately to his surgery, as the spots were the same bloody thing, malignant melanoma, upon arrival at his surgery, he apologised profusely to me about doubting my claims, and he set about removing the spots, this time, the biopsy came back clear.
Then bugger me, a few weeks later, I noticed more spots showing up, in the same area, this time, the lady plastic surgeon was back, and took more of PP’s face away, this time, requiring my first skin graft.
The skin for the graft came from my eyelids and behind my ears, fook, did that ever hurt for a week or so afterwards.
So, all good it seemed, and PP was scheduled for an intense departmental training course on some important things, for a week in Brisbane, so I consulted with the plastic surgeon if I could fly, she told me if I were careful, all should be well, so PP flew to Brisbane on the Monday, with a large Betadine infused wad, stitched to the my left side of my face under my eye, which was a tad uncomfortable, but necessary to ensure no infections set in.
On the Wednesday morning whilst in Brisbane at the course, I got an urgent phone call put through to me, it was the lady plastic surgeon, she said, I need to attend her surgery immediately upon arrival back on the Friday afternoon, as the biopsy, showed more malignant melanoma present.
Fook me, thinks PP, this is becoming a bloody nuisance.
So, PP arrives back in Cairns on Friday arvo, gets sorted, and off to the surgery for more action with the scalpel.
The plastic surgeon removed the skin graft, cut more of PP’s face away, and set about with more skin grafting. More samples sent away for biopsy.
This time, I got the all clear, mind you, about six months had passed by now.
Well folks, this was not the end of it by a fooking long shot, was it?
From that point on-wards, I was backwards and forwards to the surgery, to get more cancers cut out, from my arms, back, neck, legs, ears, you name it, a cancer was having a jolly time of it on PP somewhere, they ranged from more malignant melanomas, squamous cell carcinomas, and all varieties of cancers with the sole aim,, to bop PP off. Many of the cancer removals required second and third visits to get more cancer out due to biopsies showing not all was removed.
Seven bloody painful years later, and more than 33 surgical interventions, I finally, got the all clear, this was in year 2004. I became, super sensitive to anesthetic because of this, I would be physically crook for up to three weeks after, also, when under a general anesthetic, I would stop breathing, and upon waking, wondering what all the carry on was going on around me, it was panic stations as PP was being revived. Bloody hell.
From 2004 to 2012, I would get an occasional basal cell carcinoma or a sun spot, some cut out, some burnt out with liquid nitrogen, but the worst of it seemed to be over.
It wasn’t.
February, 2012, PP was living in the Outback, having relocated for work a couple of years earlier, when PP noticed a strange shaped black/blue mark suddenly appear on my right forearm, I bloody well knew it needed to be removed, so off to the local quack PP went, the quack told me, it didn’t look like much, so PP said, I have a bad history with melanomas, please remove and biopsy, so the dark spot was surgically removed and stitched up, not as neat stitching as the plastic surgeon but 14 stitches were there holding my wound together.
Bugger me, the next bloody day, I got a call from the senior quack at the clinic, telling me to come immediately, as I was at high risk of having at least, my forearm amputated if I don’t act fast, the quack informed me, it was the most dangerous melanoma of all, a nodular melanoma which is very fast growing and will spread everywhere inside PP.
So PP rocked up to the surgery, and the senior quack got the scalpel out, and got to work, hacking a bloody great chunk out of my right forearm, stitched it all up again with a God knows how many stitches, but enough that I could barely use my arm which was now, in a sling.
The battle, had begun again, this time in earnest.
That same day, PP was walking down the main drag in town, my arm in the sling and someone came up to me and asked what happened, so I told them, and they said, “oh, have you heard of Cansema”? I replied, that I had not, what was it?
This person said their father had skin cancers and used Cansema, it got rid of the cancer, “OK”, says PP, and off I toddled up the street, to be stopped by another person, same question, and the same outcome, “have you thought of trying Cansema”?, I said I was only just told about it a few minutes ago, so this person told me, their brother uses Cansema to get rid of skin cancers, I said, “where do I get it?”, he told me “it is illegal to use on humans, but the vets may have some for animals”.
So, PP keeps walking towards the post office to check for my mail, when I got a phone call from a workmate 800 km away in his office, he asked about my health, I told him, and bugger me sideways, he said the same bloody thing, have I tried Cansema, as a relative of his swears by it for skin cancers.
PP being a bit slow, (PP is a bushie after all) finally got the message, so I set about to locate a source of supply for this Cansema stuff and just as well, I did so, as the story will show shortly.
My first foray was the same day, I went online with my shitty ADSL2 and did some searching around, I happened upon a person in NSW who sold it, using a postal money order for payment, it cost $85 plus delivery for about 20 grams, OK thought PP, all good, so I got it organised and went back online to do some more research on this Cansema, and to my dismay, in one of the forums, they advised the Cansema this person in NSW sold, was no good and to avoid, unfortunately, too late for PP, as the order was already done and dusted.
So, the search continued, leading me to the inventor, who was chased out of the USA by big pharma and their helpers, the FBI, so this bloke ended up in a South American country and set up shop, after spending three years in prison in the USA with no charges laid, this is a story in itself, believe me!
Anyway, PP found the site for this South American maker of Cansema and other products, to find, the same size container was less than what I paid the NSW scammer, as the original inventor of Cansema was selling at a cheaper price because of the scammers. PP ordered a 22 gram bottle, and 9 days later, it arrived in the post.
Just as bloody well it did too, as a few days later, I noticed 5 more very suspicious spots, about 3 mm from the still healing incision of the nodular melanoma on my right forearm.
Time to try this Cansema out, so PP applied it to the 5 suspicious spots, to find, the Cansema began to react by a burning sensation within minutes, so I bandaged it up, and let the Cansema do it’s job.
Skin cancers continued to plague PP, and PP purchased more Cansema as needed.
In March, 2016, I had to quit my well paid job as a Senior Public Servant, as I was so unwell, I was unable to work.
Then, 7 July 2016 rocked up, prior, I had been having blood tests and whatnot which were showing my PSA was slowly rising, to the point the quack sent me off for scans and more specific PSA tests.
On 7 July 2016, the quack told me, that I had prostate cancer, no doubt about it, all tests had shown this, plus the scan showed the prostate cancer had metastasized to my right hip joint showing up as 4 nodules in the joint, thus stage IV cancer and spreading, life expectancy, was not long, I wouldn’t see the year out.
That was a bit of a bugger I thought.
Of course, I had previous consults with urologists, and upon this outcome, I was scheduled for another session via video in the local surgery, with a Professor of Medicine in Wesley Hospital in Brisbane.
All good.
So video session time rocks around, with the quack, and then the Professor came online, telling PP to immediately go to Wesley Hospital in Brisbane for surgery, followed by chemotherapy and radiation.
Well, you see, PP’s father, a workmate, a friend and others I knew, went through this medical experience, all to die less than three years later, as the cancer presented elsewhere, some as bone cancer, and in my fathers case, lung cancer.
None of them had any fooking quality of life after being hacked, chemo and radiated.
Fook that, thought PP while on line with the Professor of Medicine, so PP told the Professor about these experiences and that I will not, under any fooking circumstances, put myself through any of this.
The Professor went right off his tits at me, and became very abusive before closing the video session. The quack was very apologetic about the behavior of the Professor and told me he had never experienced the Professor to lose his cool like that ever before.
Fook ‘em thought PP, I am going to see what I can find out, about alternatives to surgery, given my experiences with Cansema.
So PP fired up the PC and went searching, first port of call, was the South American laboratory where I was obtaining the Cansema for my skin cancers, I conversed via email with them to be advised, they had a liquid form of Cansema, specifically created for prostate cancer, and also recommended I use a product, called Sangre de Drago, (Dragons Blood), a purified sap from a tree growing in the Amazon forests and also to use a parasite remover liquid they made, as it was essential to get rid of parasites for cancer treatments.
Of course, I immediately, placed an order for six months supply of both, plus a bottle of parasite remover, which arrived 9 days later via post.
In addition to this, research revealed the changes to my diet needed, which were not much, plus I needed to purchase a slow revolution juicer, slow revs so the molecular chains of the juice from the fruit and vegetables were not damaged, to enable full benefit.
PP got busy, making up the juices upon the arrival of the juicer a week later.
Upon arrival of the liquid Cansema and Sangre de Drago, I remained in consultation with the quack for frequent blood testing to ensure I wasn’t causing any damage to my internal organs while self treating, the quack said they respected my right to self treat and were happy to monitor progress.
I began the treatment protocol.
For three weeks after commencing the protocol, I felt like I had an ants nest in my bum area, there was tingling, burning and general weird feelings down there of something going on. I told the quack about this and the quack said you must have intestinal worms, however, I had taken the parasite removal protocol and told the quack about this, and I believed, it was the Cansema getting stuck into the prostate cancer, which as it turned out, it was.
About three months later, tests showed my PSA was back at normal levels, the quack said, you cannot have cancer with those PSA levels, so PP continued treatment for another couple of months and stopped it all.
BIG FOOKING MISTAKE.
27 January 2018, Mrs PP rushed PP to hospital at 3:30 am in the morning, PP could not pee and was in terrible pain, after a run of pure incompetence at the hospital in the first two hours, my quack was called and determined I needed immediate action to release the urine, as I was at risk of kidney damage, PP was given in total, 4 doses of morphine, which for PP, did not bloody work at all, all I had was tingling in my fingers, so the quack called in a senior quack, to assist the procedure to insert a catheter into my bladder.
So, the quack stabs the scalpel into my lower guts, and quite a high fountain of urine erupted forth, overflowing the towels the nurses and doctor had placed, causing a minor flood.
Anyway, the catheter was inserted, the bag attached, so far so good. Once done, the quack told me, that it was the first time, he had ever done this medical procedure, FFS, PP was a tad astonished, but relieved the pressure and pain was gone, I can tell you!
I requested antibiotics to ensure I did not get an infection from the procedure, but was refused, as the quack told me, they must wait for blood test results, the incompetent count. Two days later, I was in serious trouble, with septicemia, I staggered into the clinic and got a prescription for antibiotics, which didn’t work, so had to go through another three types of antibiotics before the antibiotics began to work, in the meantime, I bloody well went so close to death, no exaggeration, thankfully, Mrs PP was beside me 24/7 monitoring and keeping my temperature down with cold compresses, monitoring my functions, I could not rise or get out of bed at the time as I was so seriously ill.
Around five days later, I began to slowly recover, my temperature stabilized, and I was able to get around the house a little bit, while very slowly regaining my strength, it took nearly a fortnight before I was approaching something like normal.
PP was not a happy chappie at the fooking incompetence of the quack, I can assure you.
I was prescribed DuoDart for the enlarged prostate, which took 21 days before I could pee normally, a week later, the catheter was removed, thank bloody heavens, it was literally, a real pain to wear as I could feel the end of the tube scraping around inside my bladder, it was very uncomfortable all the time, and caused Candida, which recurs from time to time, I found taking a third teaspoon full of baking soda each morning keeps the Candida at bay most the time, and if I have a feed of ice cream, the sugar blast, gets the Candida up and running, so I avoid ice cream.
After this drama, blood tests showed my PSA was going ballistic again, the cancer had returned to my prostate, not only that, my prostate had enlarged from 25 mm to 193 mm in size, no wonder I couldn’t bloodywell pee that day!
I recommenced the Cansema protocol, went through the burning bum period again, and settled into a routine of self treating.
This time, someone I knew, told me about Cannabis Oil being used for treating cancer, now, like most people at the time, I believed it to be drug, and not all that keen going down that track, but this person, who lived interstate, insisted he knew someone who made the Cannabis Oil, using what is known as the Rick Simpson method, this person supplied for free, to people like myself in serious trouble with cancer, and had a high success rate.
So, PP took a punt again, and decided to accept the offer, and add the Cannabis Oil to the Cansema protocol.
My first crack at the Cannabis Oil was quite funny (now it is over), but I misread the instruction to take 0.5 mL of the oil. I took 5.0 mL of the oil, holy fook, didn’t that lay PP out, within about 15 to 20 minutes, I said to Mrs PP, I need to lay down, NOW. So I went and lay on the bed, as the oil hit, and boy oh boy, did it hit me hard.
I could not get up at all or even roll to my side, Mrs PP got the blood pressure monitor, and took my blood pressure, it had dropped down very low, way less than 100/40, while my heart rate went to about 125 bpm, my heart rate went up, because the oil had relaxed my blood vessels, so they enlarged, causing my heart rate to ramp up to get the blood hurtling around my system.
Mrs PP wanted to call the ambulance, but I refused, I said, I will get through this don’t worry, just keep an eye on me and my blood pressure and heart rate.
The Cannabis oil, did keep me quite calm, at the time. LOL.
Fook me.
Three hours later, I began to recover from the overdose, and after a while, had a sleep for a few hours. The next day, I was fine and back to normal again, well as normal as a PP can be.
I continued using the Cannabis oil with the Cansema protocol for many months, all the while obtaining blood test results showing my PSA was steadily reducing, to the point, it was normal again after around three months, but this time, I kept going for close on a year with the protocol, until, I was convinced the prostate cancer was history, this remains the case, right to this day.
I have not been able to obtain the Cannabis oil for several years now, but did try it via prescription when it became legal, but what a rip off this is, the oil is only about 20% effective of the oil I had originally, and cost $360/40 mL, very expensive, and out of my league these days, so I have given up on that.
As for the skin cancers, they continue with a vengeance, even now. They have been never ending since 2012 when the nodular melanoma was removed by surgery. I continue to treat the bastards with Cansema, and some of them have been really bad tumors, one on my right ankle and one on my left lower leg, were huge and deep, both are hopefully, in their final stages now after around six months treating the counts.
Early last year, as per usual, I was keeping an eye on cancer treatments out there in the alternative medicine sites, and found that Ivermectin had been used successfully in cancer treatments, so I gave it a whirl for a fortnight, taking a 12mg dose daily, but did not observe any change to the skin cancers, so stopped.
Then, around the same time, I was reading about Fenbendazole, also being used successfully in treating cancer, but buggered if I could find dose volume or protocol anywhere, until recently when a couple of bloggers on Patriot Realm, put up some information about Fenbendazole, so PP went a searching online again, this time, more successfully, finding the information I needed, being a daily dose of 222 mg, for three months or longer if needed.
Soon, my order for Fenbendazole should be delivered this week, and once in PP’s hot little hands, I will immediately commence the Ivermectin plus Fenbendazole protocol as per my research, and observe what happens.
I have been taking a daily dose of Ivermectin 12 mg for five weeks now, with the intent to continue for at least a year, as I will with the Fenbendazole, because both, according to my research, will cause no harm to me and have no side effects at all, other than destroying cancer cells.
I will know, it this works, should the numerous skin cancers I am getting, cease, which is expected in three months time.
All going well, the bloody cancers, internally and externally, will become no more, other than a horrific memory of the past.
Despite in 2016, being given a death sentence by the doctors and urologists, that I would not live more than three to five more years if I undertook surgery, chemo and radiation, and the fact, those who I knew who underwent the surgery, chemo and radiation, not living even three years, PP is still here, NINE years later.
PP has a suspicion, that PP made the right choice, yes it was a huge gamble, but PP being PP, I am not afraid to step through that door into the unknown, after all, what did I have to lose?
Footnote from Monty. Like all of our stuff, this is for informational and entertainment purposes only. Ratty News and Patriotrealm do not endorse any thing that is written here and we are in no way suggesting you read this or do anything that PP did.
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