Enzyme Research

My husband, Tom, wrote this article and wanted me to copy and paste it here.
I want to start sharing some of the research I have been doing on how to fight cancer naturally. I will start by saying that I have focused my research to the area of enzyme therapy. I will focus on 1 fruit at a time. Today I will focus on apples. The following research comes from “Base Line of Health Foundation”.
Apples contain a high level of a complex carbohydrate called pectin.

Digestive disorders
Apple pectin’s primary medicinal use is as a natural remedy for digestive disorders. It is also used to help treat colitis, irritable bowel disease, and other related digestive disorders.

Heart health
In studies of apple pectin, it has been shown that it may help lower total cholesterol levels and triglyceride levels.

Cancer fighter
Another interesting study of apple pectin confirms yet one more reason why it pays to eat your fruits and vegetables. As it turns out, the pectin protects against cancer. While apple pectin benefits have been known for some time, this particular study sheds light on how pectin works specifically in fighting cancer cells. A research team at the Institute of Food Research in Norwich, England, discovered that a substance in pectin binds to a tumor-producing protein called galectin 3. Galectin 3 allows cancer cells to detach from tumors and to reattach elsewhere, and so it’s a major factor in the spread of cancer. But pectin blocks the activity of galectin 3 and, in so doing, may prevent the progression of cancer within the body.

A research team at the University of Georgia found that pectin destroyed up to 40 percent of prostate cancer cells upon exposure, while other studies revealed that pectin helps in fighting lung and colon cancers. And in fact, apple pectin was used after Chernobyl to extract radioactive waste from victims.
This information, and a lot more, can be found at “jonbarron.org

Personal note. My reason for eating apples is to try to keep the cancer from spreading to other parts of the body

Cancer: Installment #3

Enzyme Therapy

Ever since about a week before I got the cancer diagnosis I had been feeling sluggish, not tired per se, but not as energetic as usual. That feeling continued until yesterday when I did something different with my breakfast.

I had my usual smoothie of grapes, blueberries, kiwi, and papaya. I also add a little turmeric, cumin, ginger, and cinnamon. I used 100% orange juice (we prefer Florida Natural) to make it drinkable. After I drank my smoothie and took care of my neighbors dogs, I fried an egg (in pure, cold pressed saturated coconut oil) and ate it.

I had been really grumpy with the dogs the day before. Yesterday I felt better than I had in weeks and I was nice to them. Today I did the same thing, except I used the last kiwi fruit yesterday so no kiwi this morning. I bought some apples yesterday and used apple in place of the kiwi fruit in today’s smoothie. Today I am full of energy, in spite of the rainy weather.

What I learned: balance. All fruit is full of carbohydrates. The job of enzymes (according to internet research) is to break down the proteins in the stomach to aid in the digestive process. I eat the fruit first, then the protein. I eat the same balance at my other meals. Sometimes I substitute salad for fruit. I do try to eat apple, papaya, or pineapple (sometimes all three) at least once a day.

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Cancer: Installment #2

Today is Wednesday.  My oncologist’s office called Monday evening and said my appointment had been moved from March 20 to Tuesday morning, March 12. Yay! I get more information sooner than expected.

Dr. Boatright looked over the oncology report from the biopsy and went into more detail with us. (My husband now goes to all of my appointments with me. I am so thankful for his support, encouragement, and taking stress off of me.)

After answering some questions we determined that I have probably had this cancer for about twenty years, maybe a few more. It wasn’t until after I intentionally lost thirty pounds last summer that I began to notice the lumps in my neck and collarbone areas. This may have been due to extra fat covering them up.

The doctor said there were several options available. Of course chemo and radiation were the first mentioned.  He said the decision was up to us but as this is a slow-moving cancer, we should just keep up with the natural solutions we are trying. We agreed.

My husband, Tom, read a lot online about the value of enzymes in the body. Then he went out and bought some apples, a papaya, and a pineapple. This morning I had a smoothie of fresh papaya, grapes (with the seeds), blueberries, yogurt, and grapejuice. I ate four papaya enzyme tablets, drank my smoothie, and took some acidophilus. One of the side effects of all of this fresh fruit (for me anyway) is yeast infections. I need the yogurt and acidophilus to fight the yeast (candida). This comes from my battle many years ago with recurring yeast infections. My female doctor at the time told me to purchase a book called “The Yeast Connection.” It was quite an eye-opener for me.

At lunch I had an apple and took my green tea extract and grapeseed extract. I bought them at the local health food store. They also help break down the proteins in the pancreas, according to what we have read online.

The apple produces something called pectin, an enzyme that, according to information online at Baseline of Health Foundation (jonbarrron.org), slows the spread of cancer.


My Cancer Journey:Research

I had been finding lots of lumps on the back of my neck, sides of my throat, collar bone area, and under my arms. I went to my doctor who is an internist. He felt the ones on the sides of my throat and suggested the possibility of lymphoma. Since I had an uncle who died of melanoma cancer, I wasn’t really surprised by the possibility. My internist sent me to a surgeon who found more lumps in my groin area. He scheduled a biopsy on the lump under my right arm.

I had the biopsy on February 27, 2018. It was scheduled for early morning because the lab picks up the fresh, live tissue at 2:00 every afternoon. He said it would take five business days to get the results.

On Thursday, March 8, my internal medicine doctor called me into his office to give me the results. The lab found two types of lymphoma cancer: CLL and SLL. The CLL is Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. The SLL is Small Lymphotic Lymphoma. Both of these, from what we understand, are non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, which are not agressive cancers.

My husband is being such a great help to me. He is trying to keep me stress free by doing as much research as he can, having this page set up for me on my website (by our son, Sherman), and keeping me informed about what he learns.

I won’t have the full picture until I go the oncologist on March 20.  In the meantime I have read some articles by doctors who don’t have a sales pitch agenda. I had started a notebook with a list of foods to eat, foods to avoid, and how to treat cancer naturally. Unfortunately, my notebook decided to take a walk and is currently unavailable. So…here’s what I remember and have been implementing:

I drink at least 2 cups, although the protocol says to drink 3, of warm tea every day. The protocol suggests green tea, peppermint tea, and rose hips. My favorite tea is Red Zinger, produced by Celestial Seasonings. I have a cup of that in the morning. In the afternoon I drink green tea, and in the evening (when  I can squeeze it in) I have a cup of peppermint tea. If I can’t squeeze all three into my day I start with the Red Zinger (which has rose hips), then combine green tea and peppermint about an hour and a half before bed. I was using 1 T raw, natural, local honey and 1 T pure molasses (nothing added) to my tea. I was also making a fresh fruit smoothie every morning for breakfast. Apparently it was too much sugar since I started developing signs of a yeast infection. So I am currently taking a short break from anything sweet.

I have read a lot of information that says cancer cells are attracted to sugar; thus your body needs to raise its ph balance in order to fight the cancer cells. I have also started watching my diet: no processed foods, only fresh meat and vegetables with as little fat as possible. I eat lean meat. If I have to use cooking oil (like for eggs) I use saturated, unprocessed coconut oil.

More to come. Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a message.

Deputy Dewey Finds More Clues

Dewey came rushing back to the sheriff’s office. He jumped off his horse before it came to a full stop. He slapped his hat against his thigh as he entered the door.

“What’s wrong?” Clyde bolted to his feet and dropped the newspaper he was reading.

“It’s what’s right.” Dewey was grinning. “You won’t believe this. That Hilliard fella was into some shady dealing. Got to hangin’ around somebody named Bobby. Whoever he is, he’s done got up and took off in the middle of the night about ten days ago.”

Clyde rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t say. Any idea who he was hangin’ with or where he went?”

Dewey sat on the three-legged stool and leaned forward as Clyde sat back down. His forearms rested on his legs, his hands cupping his knees.

“Couldn’t get his last name but some folks lived by him said that young lawyer was lookin’ for him. Maybe this here Bobby character was in some kinda legal trouble.”

“Did you try to find the lawyer?”

“Yeah, but he ain’t been to work in a couple days. His boss ain’t too happy with him but he wouldn’t tell me why.”

Clyde got up and found the container of toothpicks. He had never been a smoker but he was trying to curb his sweet tooth. He found a toothpick and stuck it in his mouth.

“Did you get the young attorney’s address?”

“I asked. His boss just said he lives in the rooming house. I went there and everybody there was pretty tight-lipped.”

Clyde switched the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “Seems pretty strange. Maybe I ought to go rattle some cages.”

Joel’s Trouble; Jason’s Worry

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Joel sat at the bar drinking his sarsaparilla and watching the men at the poker table. Toby, the undertaker, sat next to him.

“Ain’t seen you around much lately.” Toby sipped his beer.

“Nope. Been busy visiting a young lady.”

“Yep. I heered ‘bout that. It’s that copper-headed girl that thinks she’s Injun, right?” He elbowed Joel in the rib.

“Don’t know anything about that, but if you’re referring to the young woman that lives up in the holler near the Bluestone River, that’d be her.”

“Whatcha want with a white girl that ain’t right in the head?”

Joel came off his stool and pulled Toby off of his. “I’ll hear no more of that talk from you or anyone else.” He looked around the room and was met with laughter.

“You’re crazy.” Toby paid his tab and left.

Joel walked to the poker area and stood between the tables. “I’ll brook no slander against the lady. Anybody here got a problem with that?”

Most of the men ignored him, everyone but Kyle Gordon. Kyle stood at six feet, three inches tall, wore bib overalls, a plaid shirt, two weeks of beard growth, and a dusty slouch hat. If he had stood up Joel would have had to strain his neck to look up at the man.

Kyle looked at Joel, nodded toward him, then looked at his cards. He had three aces and two kings, a full house. He studied his opponents briefly. Two of the others had folded. Only T.J. and David were still in the game besides him. T.J. was good at bluffing; David wasn’t. David had raised T.J.’s bet by ten dollars. Kyle called the bet and finished out the hand before he acknowledged Joel.

“Way I hear it,” Kyle began, took a drink of whatever he had on the table, and resumed, “she’s just a decoy. Way I hear it, the senator’s girl is the one you’re really after. So why are you so fired up about that Jackson girl?”

Joel’s eyes narrowed. “Who have you been talking to?”

“Don’t matter who I been talkin’ to. Fact is you’re lyin’ to one of ‘em.” Kyle turned back to the table. David was dealing.

Joel pointed his finger at Kyle’s face. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Kyle took another swallow of his drink. “You come home a few nights ago strapped to your horse’s back. Saw someone carry you into the roomin’ house, then put your horse in the barn out back.”

Joel backed up two steps, thought better of it, and stepped right next to Kyle’s chair. His face had turned crimson, then paled to ash gray. “What else have you heard?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Kyle turned directly toward Joel. “I hear lots of things. Then I ponder on ‘em and decide if they’re any of my business. So far I ain’t heard nothin’ that affects me, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

Joel could feel the blood pounding in his head, his heart hammering in his chest. Obviously he had not been as careful and discreet as he had thought. How close were things to unraveling? How could he protect himself from whatever was coming?


Jason rode his paint gelding first to the Jackson place, thinking Fawn may have gone back to her barn, a place of familiarity. He dismounted, dropped the reins so Nomad could graze, and opened the barn door. It was dark inside. There was no smell of manure or fresh hay so she obviously had not been there in a while. Midnight Sun came from behind the barn where he had been grazing. He nickered as he approached Nomad and rubbed noses with him.

Jason came out of the barn and rubbed Sun’s neck. He was dirty and had leaves and twigs stuck in his mane. So, if Sun was home, where was Fawn? And why was the halter still hanging from Sun’s neck? It wasn’t like Fawn to leave her horse unattended. His pulse quickened. His heart disquieted.

He walked to the creek to see if there were any fresh hoof prints or footprints. There were none. He scratched his head, perplexed. Where could she be?

The house was nearly finished. All that was needed was the inside walls, doors, windows, and furnishings. Jason smiled as he considered how all of the neighbors were working hard on making new furniture. A couple of the men were even buying paint to make the place homey and appealing once it was done. He and his father were making the kitchen table and chairs.

He reeled his thoughts back to finding Fawn. Where could she be? He prayed. “Lord, You know where she is. Please help me find her,and please let her be okay. Most of all, please show her that You are the answer she’s been looking for all of her life. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

He mucked out Sun’s stall, removed the horse’s halter and hung it on its peg. Then he went back outside and swung his leg up and over the saddle and turned his horse toward the river. “Lord, I’m depending on you to guide me.”

The First Skirmish For Fawn’s Soul

Fawn awakened to the sound of thunder. She arose and stretched out the kinks in her legs and back. Sleeping on the ground with nothing but pine needles and leaves from the previous autumn did not create a comfortable bed. She brushed the dirt and debris from her clothing and combed her fingers through her hair, trying to get out the tangles and leaves. Midnight Sun grazed nearby.

A flash of lightning near the opposite bank told her the rain was not far off. She dashed to the water to see her reflection. The paint from the day before was still evident. Good.

Midnight Sun began to prance as the thunder clapped overhead. Fawn grabbed his lead to keep him from running off. “It’s alright, Sun,” she spoke gently as she stroked his head. “We will go home now. This is not a good place to be.”

The sky dumped its buckets as large drops of rain pummeled Fawn and her horse. She led him to a thicket where some maple and tulip trees made a canopy overhead. “Thank you, earth spirit for providing shelter.” She shivered in her wet clothing while worshiping her ancestors and their gods. She knew they would take care of her.

Lightning struck a tree a few yards away. Midnight Sun spooked, jerked his lead free from her hand, and bolted. He galloped off, leaving Fawn alone under the tree.

She ran after him. “Sun, Sun. Come back.” She couldn’t keep up. She dropped to her knees and wept. Great Spirit, where are you? Earth spirit, why have you left me? Despair gripped her soul, the demon squeezing tight. He whispered in her ear. “Your gods have left you. You’re all alone. We have you.”

She shook her head. Was she losing her mind? Where did that evil voice come from? Why is this happening to me? Why are my ancestors abandoning me? Have I not done what they wanted? Did I not fast, and pray, and worship them? There is no kiva anywhere near here. Our tribe is scattered. What else could I do? What else could I do? She wailed.

The rain slackened and slowed to a drizzle. A gentle breeze sloughed through the trees. Fawn did not see nor hear the battle between Despair, Slither, and God’s warriors Toth and Kenya.

Cryer and Morror sat each one on a shoulder, hissing in her ears. Cryer was the smallest demon. He could almost squeeze one tiny wing into Fawn’s left ear. “You’re all alone. No one knows where you are.”

Morror moaned in Fawn’s right ear. “Your ancestors have left you. You don’t fit into their world. You could just…”

A gleaming gold sword slashed at him. He tumbled to the ground in fright but was not harmed. He was brushing himself off when a giant silver being stood over him with its sword drawn and pointed right at Morror’s throat. “What is your name?” the being demanded.

Morror rose to his full height of two feet and found when he stretched forth his wing, ever so slowly, he still could not quite reach the giant’s knee. His voice quavered though he tried to sound tough. “Morror. What’s yours?” He tried to laugh but it came out as a squeak.

“I am Kenya.” He continued to point the sword scant inches from the demon’s throat.

Morror laughed. “You are called after the great warrior who led the children of Israel into the battle of Jericho. I thought you had been beaten there.”

Kenya moved his sword a fraction of inch closer to its opponent. “You were obviously misinformed. You have two choices here. You can leave this young woman alone, or you can be killed and cast into outer darkness. Which shall it be?”

Morror squeaked, “You may be a giant but you cannot kill me.”

Kenya’s sword touched the demon’s throat. “I’ll happy to demonstrate my skills, little morose one.”

“Don’t call me that.” Morror shrieked. Cryer landed beside him at the same instant.

“No,” Cryer wailed. He looked at Morror. “Let’s go. We’ll report back to Ashtaroth. He will send the troops to take care of this one and the other. It isn’t our job.”

Morror leaned over to help Cryer to a standing position. Toth arrived at that moment.

“What took you so long?” Kenya asked him.

“I was watching to see if our enemy had any other minions enroute to the girl. She must be pretty special to the Master if Ashtaroth is sending these two. They’re supposed to wear her down so the next antagonizers can destroy her. That’s why our Master sent us.”

Cryer and Morror were whispering. The sky turned an eerie blackish green with darker splotches swirling in it. Toth and Kenya turned their attention to the imps before them. Toth used his sword to bat Cryer through the air while Kenya slashed Morror’s leg, disabling him. Morror limped away, wailing as he went, seeking to hide in a tree.

The two angels then stood ready to fight as they sent out a signal for reinforcements.

Frienemies: Fawn Sleeps While the Battle Starts

This is just the second half of the chapter.

Fawn had been gone for three days. She had fasted, drank little water, and was getting feverish, delirious, and weak. Wrapped in a blanket she had taken with her, she sat on the ground, propped against a tree trunk. Black carpenter ants crawled under the blanket, into her clothing, and began biting her. She jumped up, sweeping at them, stripping her clothing off. She stumbled into the icy river, which had not warmed up much as it was still early May, until the only thing above water was her head.

Time seemed to fade away. She had no idea how long she had been in the water, but her fever grew weaker. She became aware that her body needed nourishment and water. The river was a clear stream and she scooped some of the cool liquid in her hands. She choked on the first gulp and reminded herself to slurp instead of gulp.

Still standing the river, her gaze traveled the shoreline. There was no sign of anyone near. Energized by the cold water and her shivering body, she bolted back to where she had dropped her clothing, made sure everything was free of ants, dressed, and went searching for food.

There were places along the river where cattails grew in the shallows. They were about six to eight inches tall she guessed. She picked three of them, peeled the bulbs and ate them. Perhaps she would save the heads and take them back to the Gardner place to be roasted and eaten later, like corn on the cob.

It was not the best thing she had ever eaten but it would do. After the third bite her stomach rebelled at the raw roughage. She gagged and retched.

Defeat and discouragement bowed her back, causing her head and shoulders to stoop as she trudged back to her horse. Her feet dragged and stumbled as she led Midnight Sun away from the river and into the woods. She found a spot that still had a layer of pine needles and leaves from the winter. After checking the area for any kind of ants and seeing none, she removed the blanket from the horse and laid it on the ground.

As she drifted into a troubled sleep her only thought was I’ve been abandoned and I’m all alone.

The angel bent low and gently brushed her brow. “Sleep little one,” he whispered. Fawn heard nothing but the screaming in her head.

“Is it time yet, Lord?” the gleaming white being asked. There was no time for an answer.

A sulfurous black shape drew its machete-like sword. “You will die now,” the shape hissed at Tal.

Tal waited for the command, then shifted his position as he drew his gleaming sword. “On the contrary, fowl spirit; it is you who will die this day.”

The dark shape raised himself up at the same moment Tal struck. The loathsome demon ducked and tumbled through the air, positioning himself for a rebound.

Tal changed his stance and awaited his chance. “What is your name, foul spirit?”

The demon smirked and stuck out its tongue, licking its lips as if in anticipation of a good meal, or a good fight. “Slither” was his answer.

Tal laughed. “Yes, I can see why. Slither toward me if you dare.”

Slither jumped forward,lurching at the same time, arm outstretched, slicing the air with the machete. He missed. Tal did not. With a screech and an ebbing wail, Slither tumble away in a fog of sulfuric vapor.

Tal knew others would come. He stood guard and waited for reinforcements.

Frienemies: Chapter Thirty-Nine

“This has got to stop,” Nana shouted. “She can’t keep running off like this.”

Ellen hugged her friend. “I know you’re worried, but she probably just needs some peace and quiet. Fawn isn’t used to all of this commotion. Give her some time.”

Nana wasn’t convinced. “Maybe, but Ellen, this is the second time she’s taken off and disappeared, not tellin’ anybody where she was goin’. I’ve a mind to take her over my knee; I don’t care how old she is.”

“Come on outside to the garden with me,” Ellen said. “You can sit on the bench and tell me where the weeds are. It will do you some good to get outside in the sunshine. We can pray out there where no one but the birds and squirrels will hear us. God knows exactly where Fawn is. She’ll be alright.” Her voice was gentle as her lips parted in a half smile. Then she took Nana’s left elbow and helped her toward the back door. Nana held her cane in her right hand.

Nana’s expression warred between anger and worry. I know worry is a sin, Lord. I know I can trust You, but I don’t know what you’re gonna haveta do to get Fawn’s attention. I don’t wanna see her hurt anymore. Her chest heaved a heavy sigh as pain stabbed her back in her effort to straighten her spine. She quickly remembered her arthritis and gave up standing straight.


Joel awakened disoriented with his head splitting and his eyes aching. Where was he? He tried to sit up by using his left elbow to prop him up. He seemed to be in his own bed. As soon as he was halfway to being in an upright position his stomach lurched and he fell back into a prone position. He rolled over toward the side of the bed and retched. When his stomach was emptied he wiped his mouth with the blanket, laid back, and covered his head with his pillow to block out the light.

Two hours later he awoke again, thirsty and anxious. He tried to recall the events of the previous day. How did he get home? The last thing he remembered was arguing with Angel in the barn when someone hit him from behind. If he didn’t know how he got home then he obviously didn’t know how he got in bed either. What day was it? Was he supposed to be at work or was it a weekend? His head pounded with each unanswered question. He needed to find Angel. She surely knew what had happened. He sat up slowly and put his feet on the floor while he continued to sit on the bed. Pushing himself gently to a standing position with his hands, he found his feet would not support him. He slumped back onto the bed.

I can’t even get myself a drink of water was his last thought before drifting back to a troubled sleep. His dreams were filled with vague scenes of fire, property destruction, and being pulled in opposite directions by faceless people. He awakened some time later to find himself tangled in his sheet with his head at the foot of the bed and his feet at the top.

The thunderous rapping at the door sobered his mind somewhat. He fumbled to put on his pants while mumbling for the caller to wait a minute. Yelling was out of the question. It would have produced a whopping headache.

He opened the door to a retreating back. “May I help you?” he croaked.

His employer turned and came back. “Been drinking have you?”

Joel’s right hand attempted to comb his hair as he spoke. “No, sir.”

“Looks like it to me. If it’s not the drink then what is it?” He was a short man with thin brown hair, a graying mustache, and a paunch that mocked his otherwise reedy frame.

“I got attacked from behind while at a meeting. Got knocked out and somehow ended up here and in bed. What day is it?”

“Two days since you last graced the office with your presence. You were not scheduled for any meetings since then. What have you been up to?”

Joel realized they were still standing at the door. He opened it and waved his employer into the room. He motioned to a chair against the wall while he himself sat back on the bed in his boardinghouse room. With his head held in his hands, elbows on his knees he tried to think of a reply.

“It was an unscheduled meeting, sir. A lady in distress wished to speak with me privately. Apparently it turned out to be an ambush.”

His employer tapped his left foot on the floor. He was not a man who liked to raise his voice. It mattered not. His tone was full of ice, his words like shards of broken glass. “This is your last chance, young man. You either come to work as scheduled or you seek other employment. If you do not show up tomorrow, do not come back at all. You will not get a recommendation from me. Good day.”

My Favorite Cookie Recipe

I used to make these every year at Christmas when the kids were growing up. Now that they are grown and some of my grandchildren don’t like chocolate, I haven’t made them in years–until now.

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies (copied from Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies)

1/2 c. canola oil

1 c.  pumpkin (about 1/2 can)

1 c. sugar

1 egg

1 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. milk

2 tsp. cinnamon

2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

2 c. flour

2 c. chocolate chips

  1. Mix oil, pumpkin, sugar, egg, and vanilla in a large bowl.
  2. In a separate bowl mix baking soda and milk. Add to pumpkin mixture.
  3. In a separate bowl  mix cinnamon, baking powder, salt, and flour. Add to pumpkin mixture.
  4. Fold in chocolate chips.
  5. Preheat oven to 350°.
  6. Allow batter to rest for 10-12 minutes
  7. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheet (I line it with non-stick foil).
  8. Bake 10-12 minutes or until lightly browned and firm around the edges.
  9. 1 recipe yields 3-5 dozen cookies, depending on size of spoon. I doubled the recipe and got 11 1/2 dozen cookies. I used a regular teaspoon. I also added some allspice to the batter.

Happy Eating.