My name is Richard Old, and I want people to hear my story. It started in January of 2004. I went to the Doctor with a painful stomach. He misdiagnosed it and gave me some pills. That was a Friday. On Monday at work, I had new symptoms, air and other stuff coming out of my penis. A call to the Doctor came back with " Oh, that’s not good" and an appointment with a second Doctor who saw me the next day. He also said "Oh, that’s not good", (must have gone to the same school). But he did examine me and found colon cancer. He said it was bad. I took a lot of test that day and the testers said it would take a week or so to hear from the Doc. But he called the next day and scheduled me for surgery that Sunday with the surgeon voted the “best colorectal surgeon” in Kansas City. After surgery, the surgeon said he could not take it out now and would schedule me for radiation and chemotherapy to try to shrink the melon size tumor so he could try to take it out although he did say I would probably lose my bladder and prostate if the tumor would shrink and pull away from the bone. He also hooked me up with a specialist for the urinary tract surgery.
During the three-month period, chemo and radiation came and went and the surgeon got sadder and sadder every time I saw him. He said he might not be able to take it out, as it was not shrinking. I checked this out on the Internet and found that I would have about a year to live. I was 54 and just met my life partner 4 years ago, (married 3 years ago) and I wasn’t willing to let that go yet. A good friend told me of a juice that might help and I went to the surgeon and asked if I could hurt the radiation or chemo and he said I couldn’t hurt them and I should try any thing and every thing that I could think of, as they couldn’t shrink the tumor. I drank a bottle of Xango a week and 3 bottles later the Surgeon smiled and said, "It’s shrinking". At that point I had known him for 4 months and this was the first time my wife (Virginia) and I saw him smile. Two bottles later he said it had appeared to separate from the bone, which meant he could at least remove it, even though that meant sacrificing the bladder and prostate (yes he was smiling again). That meant that I would be able to spend a lot more time with the love of my life.
Now the surgery, (Virginia Said I would be just fine and I believed her), I slept through the whole thing but when I awoke and saw my wife grinning from ear to ear (and she has the prettiest smile) I knew it was good news-but I didn’t under stand how good until I talked to the surgeon. He was like a kid with a new present at Christmas, and said, "this was the worst case of colorectal cancer I have ever worked on and it turned out with the best results I have ever had". He also said that radiation and chemo can not shrink a tumor from melon size to that of a walnut and he also said he does not know how it pealed it self off of the bone, bladder and prostate. The hole in the bladder was healed up and was in great shape and that did not make sense either. He said, “Once in a practice you can only hope for recovery like this, now I have mine”. And I’m glad he does.
