Chronology
4. The “Weekends” in Vostaneio...
My first “Weekend” in Vostaneio
Before I could understand what was happening to me and “what was to be born”, before I recovered from my stay in the hospital lasting many days and before I finished the ten-day medication-antibiotic that the doctors had given me after I left (December 5, 2015), I returned with a new pancreatitis on December 10 for my first “Weekend” in Vostaneio…
The behavior of the doctors was no longer the same. In particular, from the moment I informed them that I would not cut my liver and I would not proceed with the removal of the gallbladder.
Their indifference was provocative!
I was told to get ready to go for an upper abdomen ultrasound in the morning…
The noon came… the afternoon passed… and in the evening at 22:00 p.m. the doctor on duty, who made the standard visit to the patients’ wards, also came to my ward.
I asked him if I would do an ultrasound and he replied that he thought I had already done it…
Those patients who were in the ward and watched our conversation, grimaced and shook their heads ironically …
He returned to the ward 20-minutes later and told me that there was a misunderstanding and that the next morning I would have an ultrasound… normally…
The next day (December 11, 2015) dawned and… I did not have an ultrasound!
However, the serum and the antibiotic did their job properly and on December 12, 2015 –after first having blood examinations, which showed a great improvement– I asked the doctors to leave the hospital…
The well-known verbal medical terrorism followed and of course I signed up and got ready to leave…
While I was packing, the foreign doctor entered the room. In front of all the patients and visitors who were in the ward at that time, he apologized “theatrically” for the issue with the ultrasound.
Then he approached me and said in a low voice –so that the others could not hear him– exactly the following:
“I know, I have understood, that you will not proceed with cholecystectomy or anything else…
In my country we are very poor people and we strongly believe in alternative therapies… Pancreatitis is very dangerous, but it has a relatively low mortality rate… I want you to know that I will be here! For whatever… and if… happens to you…” (very clever and sly man)
I left the hospital and did the ultrasound in a private laboratory that showed a white-fatty liver (hepatic steatosis) and an enlarged gallbladder, full of gallstones!
In the following days I searched, asked, read and studied a lot about the topic of our discussion and I greatly appreciated his attitude-behavior towards me (regardless of his motivations –you never know exactly what someone thinks or means).
From December 15, 2015 to January 2, 2016, when I did the first cleansing with a variant of the Andreas Moritz method (I had not yet obtained his book), I was trying to study everything that was relevant to my case, medically and alternatively.
The following months (until May 9, 2016 when I had my second… “Weekend” in Vostaneio) were really “martyrdom”!!!
There were times when I was trying to stand on my feet and I could not! I grabbed a glass to drink water and it fell from my hands…
I was in constant pain! Sometimes a little, sometimes more… Nothing could satisfy me and I blamed gods and demons…
I was preparing for many days for the next cleaning and a new colic was delaying me…
I hurt and upset my mother and sister, without wanting to.
I decided to be alone so that they would not see me in this situation! I could eat almost nothing (everything was causing me pain, big or small).
In desperation, my sister and her husband (although they had suggested the alternative way to me) often urged me to reconsider it… and have surgery…
But I was determined and despite the tragic physical, psychological, professional and financial situation I was in, I would never back down!
All this time I was recording everything and studying constantly…
Colic, pancreatitis attacks, liver and gallbladder disease, ignorance, search, resentment, difficulty adjusting and new facts in my life, various and unbalanced factors, stress, volatile psychology and unacceptable medical practice, gave me more strength to continue…
I began to study the composition of bile to find a way to prevent gallstones (including diet). What is their biochemical composition, etc.
So, for the next period, I would test the effectiveness of my study…
In the 4 cleansings –which I managed to do all this time– I expelled more than 16,000 gallstones…*
The gallstones were of different sizes. The largest had a diameter of 3.4 cm!
I remember, after one of these cleansings, I showed my colleague a green tennis ball, made of gallstones (they were about a hundred, big and I had them in a transparent food bag).
He could not believe his eyes!
The same happened with doctor Ioannis Hourmouzis. He asked me for it, because he wanted to see the gallstones I had expelled.
* Select the Blog/Hepatic Intrahepatic Stones option from the website menu, where the problem is highlighted…
⇒ In the first photo from the left you see 3 of my gallstones, which are similar –in their composition– to that of the second photo (the only difference is that the three have already been expelled from the body, while the other is still within it). In the third (middle) photo you see a gallbladder, which has been removed and incised. It is observed that there are gallstones of the same formation but different colors. In the fourth photo the expelled bromolites, dung stones and gallstones have different color (due to admixture with the stool or composition) and in the fifth photo you see gallstones, with completely different shape, from a gallbladder under removal and incision.
“Weekend” number 2
On May 9, 2016, my second “Weekend”… in Vostaneio took place (followed by continuous colic that developed into acute pancreatitis)…
The treatment of doctors was known! (laughter, irony, verbal terrorism, etc.)
I told them I would be out in 72 hours and they kept laughing…
Nevertheless…
The nurses remembered me!
All of them, told me, that they believed that I would not survive! (my health condition was so bad in November 2015)
They all asked me what I did and I was better… The foreign doctor asked me the same thing…
Out of respect and appreciation for his person and quality, I decided to say… but before I could finish two sentences, he started the irony…
I never spoke to him again. –
The 72 hours passed (May 12, 2016). I signed and I was discharged at 14:35 p.m.
My 3rd and last “Weekend” in Vostaneio
My third and last “Weekend”… in Vostaneio took place on September 3, 2016.
I entered with:
[H42 x pancreatic disorders – pancreatitis without malignancy, without catastrophic (severe or systemic coexisting). With the outcome of hospitalization (unchanged).
(Comments: Disharged voluntarily)]
The first symptoms appeared on August 31, 2016 with a slight pain in the center of the chest and numbness in the gallbladder.
I waited to “see” the development of the symptoms –maybe it was a simple colic– so that I could overcome it conservatively…
Unfortunately, on September 2, 2016, the pain returned and overwhelmed me!
In the early hours of September 3, 2016, I drove 96 kilometers –alone and in horrible pain– from Eresos to Vostaneio…
Although my last visit there was 4 months earlier, everyone still remembered me!
A young doctor started joking with my pain, saying: “Here again? Hahaha…”
The fact that in a period of 8 months my white liver (which was almost non-functional and I was urged to cut it) and the swollen gall bladder had had completely changed clinical picture, told them absolutely nothing…
I told them that I would get well and leave in 48 hours…
So it happened! At noon on September 5, 2016 (15:00 p.m.) I was discharged from the hospital!
When I was leaving, my doctor recommended (again) to remove the gallbladder, telling me exactly: “You will have stones again…”
I answer him directly:
“The fact that my health has improved and my whole life has changed for the better, are not positive factors?”
Answer: “You will have stones again!” (the doctor was a “rock” –he was the one who suggested and “gifted” me the remnants of Flagile drugging)
I thanked him and since then I have not seen him again.–
⇒ During my third “Weekend” in Vostaneio, I received several suggestions-invitations and phone calls from nurses with gall bladder problems to inform them about my method-way of recovery.
The next days were days of restoration, work, study and preparation for the next chapter…
The South Africa chapter…