There's been a troublesome spot, painful to urinate, painful to wipe myself. Upon consulting with my gynecologist, she recommends that, again, I go see Dr. Miller, the oncologist. Disbelief reins. As an already two-time survivor of gynecological cancer, it seems impossible that I would be tested again.

The oh so familiar journey, familiar office, familiar staff, familiar procedures and lastly but not least, the familiar diagnoses. Again, I am told I have cancer and must have surgery. This is unrelated apparently. A third primary cancer.

Again, I elect for day surgery at the clinic and will recuperate at home. Again I rely on my husband Ken for support and help.

The oh so familiar surgical prep procedures. The déjà vu of awakening, the pain, the smells, the sounds, the efficient nursing staff. There's helping hands into my clothes, into the wheelchair, into the car. Homeward bound, dazed by drugs thankfully. Dozing, waking, dozing.

The oh so familiar slow journey into the house, up the stairs, exhausted, knowing there is the dreaded bathroom stop before I can relax into sleep. Peeing acid is the only description possible plus the absolute necessity for extreme cleanliness dictates the procedures for every visit to the bathroom. Words are so inadequate. Ordeal just doesn't quite cover it. Friends have told us about Colloidal Silver Water and it's tremendous healing and anesthetic properties. They supply me with a case of wine bottles full with instructions to use it to frequently bathe the surgical incision. The relief is incredible, it's cooling and whatever its properties are, there isn't even a vestige of infection and the healing is rapid. Pardon the cliché - Time heals all wounds. Yes it does. I can personally attest to it.

Colloidal Silver Water Kit

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