Detecting the disease
I am 58 years old, have three grown-up children and a husband, and cancer has crossed my life twice. I was 54 when finding a lump on my breast, and so everything has started: an array of assessments, I worried about the disease, treatment, about my family and of death. Again and again the negative thoughts hunted me. When I was diagnosed breast cancer, my world crumbled. I was not strong enough to hide my suffering from my family and friends. Clearly, even they were hit by the news, yet they tried to remain calm.
I was not surprised by the treatment. Information about cancer is pouring on you from everywhere whether you like it or not. I came to terms with chemotherapy quite quickly. I had no other option. Despite reading about other alternative ways of treatment, I wanted to be sure, so I chose the conventional way. The only thing that I explored further was the cause of my disease. Hereditary predispositions were out of question, so I searched elsewhere.
Before I could come up with anything else, chemotherapy had struck me so much that my only thought was to survive. Several days and sleepless nights, severe nausea, and the suffering connected to chemotherapy were an inexpressible experience. Although my family were nearby, I felt lonely and powerless.
Cancer for the second time
After several months of chemotherapy and many examinations the doctors told me the happy news, the tumour was in remission. Unfortunately, the fight with cancer was not over. After one year and half I found another lump, this time in my armpit. When breast cancer was diagnosed for the second time, it seemed I was back at the beginning. I was staggered by the disease, the insecurity and by anxiety even more than before, but this time I asked why me. When looking for the answer, my daughter showed me an article on the importance of the immune system. Its content was so compelling it made me to actively search for possibilities of strengthening my immunity. It made a greater sense. For years I have regularly suffered a flu which was solved by antibiotics. Maybe this was the reason why my body was unable to fight the bad cell growth. After a while I chose the natural food supplement Penoxal and put all my confidence in it. Its inventors promised a huge strengthening of immunity and other unique effects.
The power of Penoxal
Chemotherapy awaited me once again. Doctors threatened with a surgical removal of my breast which was a rather tormenting thought. I took Penoxal for two weeks. After the first dose of chemo my husband brought me home. Automatically, I crawled into bed, put the blanket over and exhausted as I was I expected the usual sickness. But nothing came, no side effects. I waited for it the second day, the third, but nothing appeared. I managed the entire therapy without any problems, unlike the previous one. Besides, the blood tests and other results were fine. I am not the kind of person who believes in miracles. Clearly, my body thanked me, it was alive again. I am utterly happy I have made it, thanks to Penoxal.
Today I feel great, I attend regular health checks, care for my health and with anticipation I am looking forward to another grandchild who is about to come to this world.