The Second Greek Test

Following our move to Cromer, life had settled down into a familiar routine. I continued my work at the town's only surf school (now just a short walk rather than an arduous 4-mile cycle ride up and down a hill away) and my wife's work was now even closer. While my son's life was definitely lonelier (he no longer had his five cousins to play with), he had his own loft space and privacy and everything was a whole lot calmer and quieter than living with my brother in the Strand. Gerson Therapy routines continued too, which was a whole lot easier in our own space without worrying about the constant whir of the juicer or the availability of a toilet to expel the contents of yet another coffee enema.

Back in early 2024, in the midst of discovering two new primary invasive melanomas, I had sent my blood to Greece for analysis as part of my consultations with my Gerson practitioner. RGCC in Greece confirmed a 3.2 result in March 2024, which basically indicated a certain level of circulating tumour cells (CTCs) in my blood. Anything over 5 means you're an advanced case, but 3.2 definitely wasn't good. I began a series of rather expensive RGCC-approved supplements, which had been tested on the circulating cells found in my blood and would, hopefully, kill some of them or stimulate my immune system to do so.

In September, it was time for a retest to see if I was heading in the right direction. Was Gerson Therapy working? Were the RGCC supplements bringing down the CTC's? Or were they going up (indicating potential metastasis and early death)?

Unfortunately, doing the Greek test was a bit of a hassle. First, early in the morning, I visited a private doctor in Norwich for a blood draw. Then I quickly returned to Cromer to wait for a courier, who picked up the medical sample the same day (chilled on ice) and got it to Greece within a couple of days. A week later, they contacted me for payment (£1300) in order for the result to be released. Waiting for these results, just like so many other tests and scans before them, brought more anxiety into my life, but the 2.7 final result was received with relief by both myself and my Gerson practitioner, who enthusiastically suggested everything was going very well and to plan.  

The result coincided with a series of September surf sessions - the first proper surf in North Norfolk since June - and the positive progress found me with a renewed sense of energy and hope. Wave after wave just came to me and I took off and raced down the line with a new appreciation for life. Perhaps all these trials were just setting me up for something amazing ahead. Maybe I'd live to see the Philippines again after all.