By: Drew Canole
Photo Credit: Tom Arguello
The sober look on the doctor's face relays the dreadful news even before the words, "I'm sorry, but you have Cancer" ever leaves his mouth. And to be hit with such a blow is everyone's worst fear, as the modern-day disease is estimated to affect 1 in 3 women, and 1 in 2 men.
With statistics like these, it is now almost impossible to escape this fearsome illness, and outlook is not optimistic if being treated via western medicine. Media sources may site that chemotherapy has a high success rate, but investigative health activists have uncovered that statistically, such treatment kills more people than those diagnosed with Cancer in the first place.
For reasons such as these and a strong intuition, Tom Arguello knew the conventional route to treat his diagnosed testis cancer was not for him. And because of this, he found strength to seek alternative form of treatment and heal himself through dietary and lifestyle change. Read for yourself his extraordinary journey, and become inspired by the positive attitude he adopted while dealing with and learning from his bout with Cancer.
Disclaimer: In no way is Tom’s first-hand account meant to treat or diagnose any disease. Instead, the information offered is to share one man’s experience of overcoming Cancer holistically so others may become better educated on alternative forms of treatment to heal from such a debilitating disease.
“I thank God that I got cancer.
It was two weeks before my 37th birthday that I (reluctantly) went to see a Urologist about an “abnormality” in one of my testicles. I first noticed it 9 months prior and like a typical male, I shrugged it off as a non-issue. As the weeks and months progressed, I noticed the size of the testicle increase and change in texture. It was now unusually firm. I had spent countless hours trolling every medical website in a desperate attempt to self-diagnose. As I searched every possible outcome, one was a constant and distinct possibility: cancer.
I was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Its a great city and a fantastic place to raise a family, but it has also been consistently ranked in the top 10 of the nation’s “fattest cities”. I used to fit into this paradigm perfectly, eating an unhealthy diet of Mexican food, fast food and binge drinking soda. At my heaviest, I weighed in at close to 220 lbs. I’m 5’7…you do the math. Did I know it was wrong at the time? Absolutely! Did I care? Maybe a little, but I was young. I was invincible. I had all the time in the world… or so I thought. What I failed to realize at the time is a little thing called consequence.
So there I sat nervously in the waiting room, desperately trying to convince myself that what I had was normal, probably some sort of infection that would go away with antibiotics. Upon a physical inspection, I began to come to the realization that things would not go my way. I could see it on the Dr’s face. He immediately sent me across the hall for an ultrasound. Still, I held the faintest hope that it could be something else, but soon that hope would be gone as well. The Doctor reviewed my ultrasound and immediately ordered a CT scan, blood-work and scheduled me for surgery. “Cancel your business trip”, he said. Wow. It was 5:00pm on a Friday afternoon. I was the very last patient in the office, and I just got the Cancer bomb dropped in my lap. Not the ideal way to start the weekend. I had now reached the lowest point of my life. I felt lost. I felt hopeless. I felt numb. I felt like a victim.
After my surgery, I went back to see the Doctor to go over the results of my pathology report. I was diagnosed with stage IB Seminoma Testicular Cancer. Still caught relatively early, but there were complications. The cancer had spread to the epididymis and there was “Vascular Invasion”, meaning a greater likelihood that the cancer would spread to other parts of the body. As he reviewed survival rates and treatment options with me, I felt uncomfortable with his “One size fits all” approach. The fact that all of this information was coming from some sort of medical reference on his laptop did nothing to put me at ease. I felt like a statistic and not a person. The next week, I went to see an Oncologist who reviewed my prognosis and then urged me to undergo a few rounds of chemotherapy so I could “Sleep good at night”. During this conversation, he also encouraged me to eat McDonald’s after chemotherapy if that sounded good to me. That was a huge red flag! So here I was, caught in the brutal grips of the thriving cancer industry and modern Western medicine. What choice did I have? This is what you have to do. There are no other options, right?
After speaking to my wife, I decided to go ahead with the chemotherapy. I was first sent to talk to a financial counselor who urged me to get as many chemotherapy sessions in as I possibly could before the new year, before my insurance deductibles reset and I would have to pay out of pocket. How could SHE know how many rounds of chemo I would need? She wasn’t a doctor! My next stop was back to the area of the office where they administered the chemo for an education class. The nurse proceeded to tell me every possible thing that could go wrong (loss of hair, loss of appetite, loss of feeling in fingertips, etc.) , and that I would most likely end up in the emergency room multiple times because chemotherapy lowers your white blood cell count, leaving your immunity shot. (Shields are down, Captain!) This was a classic case of the side effects being worse than the symptoms! I quickly decided against chemotherapy.
So there I was, all alone. I had turned my back on conventional treatment. So how would I heal myself to ensure that the cancer was gone for good?It was at this point that I delved into research. For the next few weeks, I lived, ate and breathed anything and everything related to alternative cancer treatments. What I found was a treasure trove of information. Countless testimonies of people being healed of late-stage cancers by nutrition and other natural herbs and oils.