One of the side effects of taking Tamoxifen is, apparently, an increased risk of developing Uterine Cancer.  DOH! Please note that I am, along with millions of other women, being prescribed Tamoxifen as a preventative measure against a further outbreak of breast cancer due to stroppy and over-sensitive oestrogen receptors. Mmmm.

Now as it happens, I have a scientific background, and so I really do understand about balance of probabilities and all that stuff.  However, that is on an intellectual level, and it feels very different when it’s your body.

I was given a treatment plan almost as soon as I was diagnosed, so why did I decide on the very day I was due to swallow my first tamoxifen pill that I needed to dig a bit deeper into the side effects?  I can’t say it’s because I wasn’t told about them sooner.   Hospitals today are peeing their scrubs with the fear that you’re going to sue them, and so they tell you about potential side effects every 15 minutes or so.  And then they get you to sign lots of bits of paper to confirm that, a) they have told you the side effects, and b) you have previously signed other bits of paper to confirm you have been told about the side effects.  I was told alright.  I just decided not to listen.

When I first discovered that I wasn’t going to die from breast cancer, all due to my gold star treatment (as the hospital described it), I was so thrilled that I accepted everything that came my way in the form of  surgery, therapy and drugs.  If you have been in a similar situation then you possibly understand how it felt, if not, then this is the best way that I can describe it…Have you ever been really hungry?  I don’t mean that you missed your afternoon bicky, but so hungry that you eat the first thing you can get your chops around.  A tin of cold soup.  Scrambled egg on porridge.  Whatever.  The point is that your basic instinct for survival takes over, and you eat what you need to keep going.  You don’t think about calories, taste or additives.  You’re too hungry to bother about making an informed decision.  Well, that’s how I felt when I was given the survival rates if I took Tamoxifen.  Just bring it on…Get the pill popper reader, I’m coming in to land.

So here I am one day after my radiotherapy has finished and what is left of my left boob resembles a poached, red policeman’s helmet (the old fashioned sort) with my cashed prescription of Tamoxifen in front of me on the kitchen table.  As I understand it, to get 100% effectiveness (at blocking the effects of oestrogen, not growing a uterine cancer) then I have to take the Tamoxifen bombette today.

What to do?

To our health, best regards

Sian Murphy

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This is the short story of how I discovered Neways and Maximol and how what should have been a horrid experience, turned out strangely ok…

When the consultant confirmed that piddly little lumpoid in my boob was breast cancer, I had to resist the temptation to hurtle back home and start searching out every snippet of information on the internet.

I’d done this when my Mum was diagnosed with liver cancer and spent days, yes whole days, being sucked into the vortex of information, snatching at hopeful straws one minute and then swept into despair by gloomy tales and posts on forums.  It’s like climbing into a cancer cave where your eyes never manage to acclimatise to the dark.

I was adamant it wasn’t going to happen again and so I restricted my internet search to finding the one single book which had been recommended by someone at the breast care clinic.  It took me a while to find the exact book because there were a few with similar titles, and I had trouble finding a review, but eventually I sorted out The Rainbow Diet by Chris Woollams.   It turned out to have excellent explanations of prevention and cure and which foods you should avoid and which you should eat.  What I really liked was that this it wasn’t restrictive or fussy diet, which meant I didn’t worry too much about being faddy which not only did I really not feel like, but I wanted to relax and have a treat and remember that life was all about living.  After all – I’d spent 4 years chewing on organic Alfalfa and look where that got me.

The Rainbow Diet talks about Candida, and links to cancer, which was rather interesting because I’d suspected I had Candida for some while.  I don’t mean just the sort of Candida which we all refer to as thrush when we get itchiness down below, but something more deep rooted and living in my gut.  One of the reasons for this was my cravings for sugar and the effect that just a small sip of wine could have on me.  I guess the effects just weren’t bad enough for me to bother with the 8 week ‘candida diet’.  No bread. Say no more.

The Rainbow Diet book recommended a product called Parafree by Neways.  A sort of purge and I reckon anything which causes such a fantastic sounding word to become reality has got to be worth doing – especially when there’s not much to look at on telly and you can follow a few flukes round the WC pan. As it happens, I went on a Presentation Skills course in June when one of my fellow students, Sara, had done her practice presentations about Neways products, and I have to say she looked amazingly healthy.  I was going to say for her age but in fact she looked healthy for any age. It made sense to give her a call and find out a bit more.

I’ve not started on the Parafree yet, which is a shame, because I’m rather keen to see what else emerges, parasite wise, apart from the Candida!  I’m not sure what I’m more exited about – that I don’t have to give up bread and every sweet thing that ever grew or was made, or that I might have worms as well.  What fun!

The reason I’ve not started it yet is because it was suggested I hold off for a while to give my immune system a chance to get a bit stronger.  So right now I’m sorting out my immune and digestive system with the Pro-biotic, (which is also recommended as the Neways brand in the book), the Maximol and the Omega 3.  The parafree starts in a couple of months.

It’s not cheap stuff, but I’ve signed for free up as a distributor which means I can get it all at wholesale price. And anyone can do this. I’ve been taking it now for about 2 weeks and I’m writing this post at gone midnight – so guess my energy levels are improving.  Phew! ‘Cos I’ve been knackered for ages.

If you want some more information about how you can become a distributor then just email me at stormchasers.ltd@googlemail.com  and please make sure you put Neways into the subject line so I can pick it out from all the crappy stuff.

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As I’m the mum with the lump, you might guess that I didn’t come-up with this amazing line.  But I wish I had – what a great headline!

A high percentage of my clients come to be because they are trying to launch a new product – training programmes, seminars, books and audios and the one bit they always seem to get stuck on is what to call the thing.

What I like about this title is it passes the ‘headline test’  This means that you may not know the full story yet, but in those 11 words you get the gist, so I only have to flesh it out a bit more.

I have two sons, both 20.  Eunan my foster son has been living in Malta for about a year and when we found out I had breast cancer, Elliot – the other one – called him up and that’s what he said.

And Eunan came back home to stay and so it worked.  Elliot is not known for his verbal dexterity, and yet he managed to come up with the perfect phrase to sort the problem out.  Job done.

So what now?

Well after 4 years of eating alfalfa, I’m more than a little miffed that I still have an arse like Babar the Elephant and now I have a lump.  Meanwhile, my pastie munching pals are skinny and blob free.  So watch this space for some revolutionary new product development.

Next week look out for:  Announcing  –

The All New Sian Murphy Beat Cancer With Pork Pies Diet

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