MY Journey back from Cancer!


12 It was approximately summer of 1999. I was just pulling myself together after an unimaginable family devastation. My life was just rebuilding. I lived in a beautiful farm house in the UK surrounded by 40 hectors of land. I ran a successful full time business and had 11 children and a daughter named Sarah who I shared with her other Mum. I was fully and financially responsible for all my children, with exception of Sarah. Now 12 children may sound crazy but this story continues later when 6 more additions to the family arrive. I had 4 biological children, then adopted and took full legal guardianship of the other 7 wonderful souls. I only had 4 children living at home at the time, others were now making their way in life as best they could.

Life on the outside looked fine, big house, lots of land, successful business, children privately educated, 2 dogs, 2 cats, 2 hamsters, 3 horses, 3 pigs, cows, a vegetable garden, privacy, a family home being built in Cyprus. We looked better than the Walton’s from the outside looking in! But can you imagine as a single parent what it was really like?  I ran on auto pilot, my daughter was going through the usual teenage years and giving me hell, I had gone through this many times with older daughters so I was accustomed to teenage rage, temporary hatred of me and the boundaries in place at that time. It was all water off a ducks back, she grew up into a wonderful caring lady.

Ok, so now the picture of my life is painted! I had been going to see my GP/DR/MD whom was well past his pensionable age. There was no appointment service in this tiny village; this was a clicky village where outsiders were not made to feel welcome, including me! People were all born there and they died there. There were people that had never ventured more than 10km from their home. Yes go figure that one! I had sat patiently 4 times in the GP/Dr’s waiting room, each time waiting 4 hours as a minimum. When it was eventually my turn, the Dr would make me a cup of tea and discuss life in the village and he would chat for about 20 minutes. I had to interrupt and inform him each time about the lump in my breast, this was over a 2 year period. Each time he would tell me not to worry, claiming it was caused by my epilepsy as he said it was fatty tissue caused by me thrashing around during seizures. However, I had not had a seizure for many years! He would not give me an appointment to have it checked out and the lump continued to grow. It is worth noting that I was not chemically medicated for my seizures because when I had tried medication in the past, I felt I was not competent, I was nauseous and had headaches the whole time, therefore I stopped taking the meds.

I was most unhappy to have the lump in my breast growing firmer and more rounded than my own breast especially after having 4 children which I had breast fed, I was all droops and dangles! It was hard to tell where my boobies ended and my belly began! I decided to telephone a friend of mine named Judy whom was a cosmetic surgeon. I just wanted the lump out of my body. Judy agreed to see me later that day. My two youngest children were 1 and 2 years old at this time, I bundled them into the car, after I had replaced my grey, totally unflattering bra that was once white but now frayed and grey for my “special” bra which I had been saving for any future hot dates (chance would have been a fine thing). I headed for the Nuffield hospital. Judy my surgeon friend examined my breast and explained that I must have a mammogram first, she was friends with the lady that operated this machine and telephoned her immediately. I was sent straight down for my first and last mammogram ever.

My two babies screamed like banshees in the waiting room while the secretary looked very pale but smiled sweetly through gritted teeth. I do know that look. OMG if you have ever suffered having a mammogram you will relate to this!  Shoot, I thought this dinosaur of a machine had squashed by breast like a ripe tomato, I even thought that any lump would have squeezed through my nipple and popped out like in an horror movie. The pain!. As if that was not bad enough, my other breast had to go through the same treatment. After this and now breasts that resembled nothing short of holding up a pair of warn socks, I was sent back to see my friend Judy. I waited 40 minutes before she returned, she was not looking good! Judy did have to pass my squealing children on the way through to her office, therefore that look did not give me cause for concern.   Judy took my hand and explained my breasts needed removing! Well I had a mirror and knew that they had lost their shape and believed she was referring to a boob job! She then explained that both breasts had cancer and it was very advanced in one! There must have been a mistake as I had been reporting the lump over a 2 year period!  I did not feel sick or unwell and surely I would have known if it were cancer! I had been feeling lethargic but with my lifestyle that was normal or so I believed. Long and short of it was a full biopsy was needed for “clarification”, how naive was I.

My cancer was now established! I very soon had a double mastectomy, I had the UK’s supposedly best Oncologist, Martin Gore on my team. He informed me that the cancer would be gone and I could have replacement breasts in several months. He gave me great confidence! Ok, so cancer gone and two breasts gone. I was going on to my next life in installments, first the two socks, sorry breasts! This was just the beginning, chemo and radio came next!

Finally life started to get brighter.  One infection after the other was followed by surgery of my breasts. I had two new breasts, my new toys; they sat up like rockets and a lovely pair of fun bags if I may say so myself. Not quite worth going through all of this for though! I have to see positives in everything and these were positively better than the ones I had! Next came my results from more invasive testing and probing. The cancer had now been found in my womb, ovaries and cervix. Dignity gone, having legs parted and huge lamp burning my feminine parts, students gathered round to take in the full view of what were once my private parts! Not so private now!. I knew there had been no action down there in quite some time but not even in my wildest fantasies did I imagine this coming! Not so private parts after all! Believe me, no pleasure either! With the busy lifestyle I had no time to think.  A full hysterectomy followed.  I did not need a useless play nursery inside my body any longer so the next installment to the next life was my womb. I had little to no support network at the time, I therefore discharged myself 6 hours following surgery to collect my older children from school.  I had no choice but to continue with life without any rest. The hospital food was not worth staying for and I felt the stale air was suffocating me! I coped, well you have too! Again more chemo and radiotherapy.

Next installment was my quality of life which soon deteriorated fast! Now my oncologist Martin Gore was sure he had dealt with the cancer. I was by this time in a wonderful relationship with my husband Doug, he came with a further 5 children, and 4 very young, the youngest being 4 years old! My family had grown in size and he was a wonderful support. I had lost my hair and was now looking like an alien! On the plus side, no waxing! Every hair on my body was gone and I felt the cold. Weighing in at 44kg, we celebrated the end of my cancer. Howeer within 6 weeks I was pooping blood! The long and short of it was that a full colostomy was offered, (but I was still a young woman and was not sure if dancing around a colostomy/poop bag was the designer look on the dance floor) was appropriate for me, not to mention me sitting on a beach one day sipping a pinnacolada  whilst wearing  a sexy little twin set was the look I desired, well I did not know what temperatures the colostomy/ poop bag would take before exploding in the sun. So the poop/colostomy bag was declined. I found a surgeon that was willing to experiment on me using a pig colon! My colon was the next installment to the next life.

New Pig colon in place, farting was like you would not believe, but with no poop bag, yes all was good again! Doug my husband soon started to complain about my snoring!  As you know a lady does not snore! I just blamed the snoring on the pig colon! Summery: two breasts, one cervix, 2 ovaries, 1 womb, one colon, hair, all dignity, quality of life all taken away and sent to the next life in installments, it is worth mentioning that I didn’t want the breasts back! Within months I was 31kg, unable to walk with no energy. I resembled someone that had been years in a concentration camp and just released! Only to be told I had just a couple of months left!. OMG! I was asked to buy the book before I say goodbye! My oncologist or the medical association was unable to offer anything more!!!!!! I was told that they would give me morphine to keep me pain free until I pass away. Yes after all the shit they had put my body through. Telling my family was the hardest thing I have ever done. This was more painful  than anything I had endured. As I write, tears run down my face as I recall this day, it can be very  difficult and emotional to return to the dark days. I planned my Fun Er All as I was not going for a sad departure in the form of a funeral, my life before the big C was a full and happy one, worth celebrating! So party of my leaving planned! All of those years ago my husband wanted to save my life, after further years of my nagging he may have changed his mind! He was not letting me go easily and concocted potions from the internet after his research! Doug cooked all good foods, served me horrid teas, nasty food and juices, made me drink sodium chlorite, this was before Jim Humble found it for cancer! Doug gave me bitter apricot kernels and a whole array of other nasty stuff! My children fed me like a little bird. Shoot I was dying and wanted chocolate cake and all the other “good stuff”. I did not believe in his concoctions but it was now about the living and he believed in them! For him to say he did everything possible on my parting I did and took everything through gritted teeth. No more hospitals for me, not that I could have made the journey! After 3 months I stood up and walked, I had started to gain weight and feel an ounce of energy. Months passed and I was able to start living life in some form!. 2 years later and 52kg I felt wonderful. I have never to this day apart from one time which I will explain later I had not seen a “medical” Dr at all. I know my body is cancer free as I did take a private nagalase test. I felt that I had missed out on a wonderful party not attending my funeral! I had planned to be cremated as I wanted just one more chance of a hot smoking body! Humor I have always had!   Long and short I lost all faith in the so called “professionals”. I felt that cancer came for reason and that was to learn and educate others which now I do at my own health and restoration center! This was my new focus and I have dedicated every waking hour to this.   Doug and I decided to leave the UK and head for the mountains in Bulgaria for a new start, with 6 children in tow. Just as we were about to leave our water pipes were being replaced! The water I had been drinking before meeting my husband was being fed through asbestos piping! Could this have assisted my cancer? Now I was the only foreigner living in this tiny village for years, everyone else was born there! Their bodies had adapted to the asbestos mine was clean! I did not challenge this as I was moving to pastures new and besides at least they were being replaced!. Bulgaria and our new happy life: I studied the human body, botany, nutrition,  coronary and cancer but prayed for more time to study, I prayed that I might lay in bed and study more! My wish was granted as I suffered a horrific accident on a zip wire. I broke my feet, legs, spine, and had serious damage to my neck. I hit a rock at 120km an hour! Just in case you are wondering, the rock suffered no damage. I was placed in traction at home and remember very little for 6 months. I had a close family member whom was a neurosurgeon that came to care for me. The pain I was suffering was just too much to bear, being told I would never walk again made me consider taking my own life, these were my dark days. I wished for time in bed and got it! Morel of this story is be careful what you wish for!. I remember the accident, my children were watching and I just knew I was going to die, I spun around so my face could be recognized by my children whom were onlookers, I just knew I was about to die. I remembered the baby that had fell from a 10 floor building and did not break a bone. I relaxed just before hitting the rock, this saved my life!. This event was videoed and can be seen on the following link, please understand that this video clip is the original footage and is now my interview for stunt woman, I await a telephone call from James Bond at any moment!: My family member removed my morphine and replaced it with cannabis oil! I was now pain free and illegally taking “drugs”.   When my body hit the rock, I saw a bright light, it was so soothing, I saw my body below as I felt a rising sensation. This was a feeling of pure relaxation and beauty I had never witnessed before. There were no pearly gates, Granny, no wings, nothing but bright beautiful light, not a tunnel just light!. This continued to happen for several months and for the most part I was scared to sleep!. My seizures returned hard and fast!. Imagine seizures when placed in traction!. The Cannabis oil soon stopped them and to this day they have not returned!. My plaster needed changing one day and I screamed with pain as my leg was lifted, I was still in full traction! I had not spent time in hospital save for an MRI scan to see the full extent of the damage. My screams were also due to seeing what I can only describe as Tina Turner’s head that had grown under the plaster! I was told that there was no time for waxing! Spoil sports! Douglas ran to my aid like a knight in shining armor to hold my hand as the plaster was replaced, in doing so, he had taken comfort by sitting on the edge of my bed! Oh yes the bed collapsed and I landed like a heap of shit all tangled in the traction as I landed on the bedroom floor! I screamed and cried as everyone laughed in the room, it took what seemed like a life time for them to prop my bed up with books and traction back in place, those very same books remain to prop my bed up to this date. Now I am not one to use swear words but every bad word was ejected out of my mouth more than once! Doug’s words “Mary darling, you will see the funny side of this one day”. My reply not in this fxxxing life time!. Doug was amazing and cared for my every need even wiping my butt after my morning poop, but I am sure he missed a bit at times but I could not really complain! Doug’s Dad lived with us at the time and was most helpful bless his cotton socks. With 6 energetic young children we needed all the help we could get. Then came my darkest day: Doug had to leave me for a whole day and spoke with his Dad and the children to check on me every 15 minutes before leaving for work. Doug asked at 7am if I wanted or needed anything, I was still in traction and could only move my eyes, I could only whisper due to the pain. I was still half asleep and declined his offer. He kissed my forehead before leaving. 7.30am I awoke needing to pee and my mouth was dry, I waited patiently. I could hear the chaos of the children as they abused Doug’s Dads soft nature! 8.30am  now my mouth was so dry that I could no longer move it and my bladder bursting, no one came to my aid!. 9.24am Ok so I did pee the bed, that was fine whilst warm but it soon went cold! 11.30 am and still nobody came! Tears fell as I lost the will to live. I heard lunch being served at 1pm, I was forgotten and alone, I had no more tears left to shed, my face stung with my salty tears, my butt cheeks itched like you could not believe and by now with no CBD oil the pain had become unbearable! 2pm, Doug’s Dad shouted the children to go for a long walk, voices and clattering of excitement heard, the door closing sharply behind them, I knew I was all alone! 4.23pm They returned to all pitching in for the curry evening. I prayed for my death to come!. 5.25pm Doug returned, his 1st words were “how’s Mum been today”. The children and his dad clambered up the stairs with guilt written all over their faces, I can say I did not like my children this day! I uttered the words “water”. I signaled with my eyes as Doug asked “have they been looking after you well” a yes I uttered but we all knew the truth apart from Doug. I only told him this story 2 years ago! Needless to say I drank water like a fish and was never forgotten about again!. The time I spent in bed gave me the time needed to really study cancer! The cannabis gave me strength to sit and walk again, after a long period in a wheel chair! My children found my wheel chair great fun and would take it for their own pleasure to play in the street on many occasion and leave me stranded unable to move! Doug would do wheelies with me as I started to get stronger for his pleasure and amusement not mine. Long and short it was a painful experience but I now years later ski and can do most things. My bones were healed by a wonder lady from England with natural healing her company is essential body works with use of Rossiter. I have helped thousands of people over a 10 year period, opened a successful center to help those suffering from cancer. Studied coronary to learn about the human body, I am now a fully-fledged cancer teacher and researcher teaching other to restore their own health. Everything happens for a reason! I will continue to dedicate all my waking hours to awaken others!. Any negative can be turned into a positive. When asked if my cup is half full or half empty, I reply “my Cupeth runeth over”   This is my journey back from Naivety and cancer!   A special thank you to Douglas and my family. Also to Jasmine Smith for reading daily to me and keeping me company for many hours. Love and light Mary please also visit my face book page and remember to click like to receive all new up-dates


Holistic Practitioner Amanda Mary Jewell suffers Anterograde Amnesia following freak Incident/accident

9 days ago Amanda Mary Jewell, holistic practitioner and senior cancer researcher started to suffer anterograde amnesia following a severe blow to the head. From this point onwards she is unable to make new memories. Her memories are only from prior to the incident or accident. She is a little confused, more each day. Her hammock at home failed causing her fall. Mary’s head took quite a blow as it  hit a large ceramic planter before hitting the concrete floor. Mary had a seizure before falling into a short coma.

Mary is not being mean if she is delayed making contact or returning correspondence. She is simply recovering.  Her day is spent catching up on events since the incident/accident. This happened 48 hours after Mary received  had warning to leave, she has been under a barrage of threats since her colleague Jeff Bradstreet was murdered. Maybe there are such things as coincidences. Mary is well cared for and functions well during her waking hours. Mary is no longer in pain, she receives medical advise and protocol.





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