“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.”
If you read my September newsletter (it is archived under NEWSLETTERS at SteveAlten.com) you may recall I was in NY with my wife and son to attend an engagement party hosted by our daughter’s fiance’s family. Around midnight, I had to be taken to the ER at New York’s Presbyterian Hospital with horrible stomach pains. A C/T scan revealed my small intestine was twisting around scar tissue from an old surgery and was causing blockage. Emergency surgery was the only thing that could save me – only the soonest they could operate was in five hours and the pain was worsening. And then, almost as an afterthought, the surgeon said, “I noticed something on your right kidney; I’m pretty sure it’s malignant.”
I’ve had Parkinson’s for seventeen years and from all I had been told and read, it’s rare for someone with PD to have cancer – the two diseases are on opposite sides of the spectrum. Besides, I had other immediate concerns – like the alien about to burst through my stomach, so I filed it under “Benign Cyst” and hung on. Surgery was pushed back to 8:20 am… I woke up at 4pm in recovery, pain-free. My wife was there, and my best-friend who told me the best possible outcome had been delivered.
A month later I had the biopsy on my right kidney…
Over the last twelve years I’ve openly discussed the scientist and his potions that have allowed me to better handle Parkinsons and his formula for cancer that saved two close friends… one with stage-4 pancreatic cancer. I wasn’t selling it; I was offering the connection for anyone who needed it.
My uncle needed it – he was diagnosed with Glioblastoma – a brain cancer that has no cure. The scientist’s protocol has successfully treated and reversed that cancer, too. My uncle turned it down. “Steve, if there was a cure for Glioblastoma don’t you think my oncologist would know about it.”
It’s hard to argue with that logic – unless you knew the scientist who lived in perpetual fear of Big Pharma shutting him down as they had other colleagues. (When you invest billions in research the last thing you want is for some lone wolf in a lab off the radar finding a way to recharge the cell’s own defense system and unleashing it against the cancer, then repairing the damaged DNA.) My uncle died and then the scientist died. I managed to track down his assistant who he had trained and arranged to take over when he retired, but the equipment was everywhere and needed to be rescued before it was tossed in the garbage on rental properties that were owed lots of money.
Me? I had wired money weeks ago for extract that was now gone and probate attorneys don’t work for free. Either I took out loans we couldn’t afford or walked away from my extract and a proven treatment for cancer probably worth millions if a dozen hurdles could be overcome – beginning with the fact that the man now in-charge didn’t know me and that meant he didn’t trust me. So… save an unknown cure which I couldn’t even convince my uncle to use to save his life and go deeper in endless debt… or walk away from the whole damn thing. I mean… why does this fall on me? I was the last PD patient the doc had – the others couldn’t afford it – most had died. And Dr. G. demanded I know how everything worked or he wouldn’t sell me the extract…
Why did he choose me? Because he knew he could manipulate me? Probably. But I had lost my father to cancer and I still carry that weight. So I did the risky thing again… and in doing so had to help another family of seven I needed to cook the extracts.
And then, in October I had the biopsy. My urologist went over the options if it was malignant: surgery, then chemo—”
“No. I have access to an extract that will do the job”… and that’s when I realized that there was already a game plan in motion – if the biopsy was malignant.
What do you think it was?
I’m too stubborn and too stupid to know when to quit. And I never quit… never. Because I truly believe that if your actions are selfless the Universe will be there for you… and it was. Because had it not been for my emergency surgery a ticking timebomb on my right kidney might have one day killed me. And in finding it, I now could prove the extract works!
Simple… brilliant. Me? Mongo just pawn in game of life.
On November 29, 2022 – 87 days after a surgical team at New York’s Presbyterian Hospital sliced me open like a Christmas ham and pulled my twisted small intestine onto a steel table hoping to save the organ (and my life) – I was presented with a unique opportunity – in essence, an opportunity to put my skin in the game (actually my right kidney) in order to prove to the world that the GC-6000 extract and protocol which has been used successfully in treating and reversing the most lethal of stage-4 cancers including Multicentric Glioblstom and pancreatic cancer.
As such, I will bypass surgery, chemo, and radiation and treat the
malignant tumor residing on my right kidney USING ONLY the GC-6000 natural extract.
My urologist has agreed to monitor the situation and provide unbiased reports as well as recommend an oncologist to the team. I invite you to witness the results as I get them in real time on a website to be named – along with FULL DISCLOSURE of every test beginning with the results delivered to me and my wife by my urologist, on 11-29-2022.
Stay tuned…
Steve Alten
