Tell Me Something Good
(There are no Quick Fixes, Magic Bullets, or Easy Answers)
“Tell me what you did.”
It’s the question I get more than any other about my healing journey—usually asked with a mixture of hope, fear, and a quiet plea that sounds like: Please tell me there’s a magic bullet.
Trust me, I once wanted one too.
For those who don’t know: in October 2016, I was diagnosed with stage-three pancreatic cancer.
Seventy percent of people with that diagnosis don’t make it a year.
Ninety percent don’t make it five.
I’m still here.
And not just here—I’m thriving.
But not because I found one miracle treatment, or one supplement, or one perfect diet. That’s the part many people don’t love hearing. We want the shortcut, the silver-bullet fix, the magic-wand answer.
My journey wasn’t that. It was messy. Nonlinear. Intuitive. Sometimes contradictory. Occasionally hilarious. And very often hard. Two steps forward and one step back. Sometimes one step forward and two steps back.
I tried so many things I genuinely don’t know what “did it.”
But beneath everything I experimented with, there was something simple and unglamorous:
I worked my ass off.
I took responsibility for the parts of my life that weren’t serving my health.
I changed how I ate, how I moved, how I handled stress, how I processed trauma, how I slept, and how I talked to myself.
I showed up for myself even when I was exhausted, scared, or convinced I was failing.
That was the real medicine.
People still want the full list, though—and I get it. Curiosity and hope are human.
So here it is: not as a prescription, not as a formula, but as a window into what my commitment looked like. Your mileage may vary.
What I Actually Did
I undertook or tried so many modalities ----vitamin drips, ozone therapy, CBD, THC, laetrile injections, chiropractic treatments, coffee enemas, mistletoe injections, herbal remedies, enzyme protocols, massage, intermittent fasting, detoxes, hyperthermia, CBG, homeopathic remedies, acupuncture, cupping, micro-dosing of psilocybin as well as a major mushroom journey, infrared saunas, dendritic stem cell injections, yoga, meditation, essential oils, nature walks, and enough supplements on a yearly basis to fill up a large yacht owned by Jeff Bezos.
Oh, and there’s more.
I also explored different “diets”: Keto. Vegan. Raw. Vegetarian. Low Carb. High Protein. Pescetarian. Therapeutic low carb. Cutting out red meat. Eating red meat, but only grass-fed/grass finished. I finally settled on healthy eating, sensible portions, eating clean and mostly organic foods, and focusing on low carb intake. Research is showing that excess sugar (meaning the standard American diet) and carbs causes and feeds cancer. And I cut out all processed and ultra-processed foods. If it has a bar code, I stay away from it.
I tried to move my body every day, at least one to two hours---sometimes more. I tried to get outside most days, to breathe fresh air and to get some natural Vitamin D.
I’ve been in psychotherapy for over 20 years, dealing with the mental-emotional challenges in my life, challenges that started when I was a little kid to present day. And I have no doubt that confronting and dealing with the mental/emotional stresses and past traumas has helped my physical health, immensely.
I’ve become more conscious not only about what I put in my body, but also trying to lessen the exposure to the plethora of toxins that have become a part of living in a modern society---pesticides, herbicides, processed foods, microplastics, the crap in our water, etc. Again, this falls under the large umbrella of trying to do everything we can to get healthy, and to stay healthy.
I cry a lot. And laugh a lot. I try to find joy and gratitude every day. It doesn’t always work. And sometimes I forget. But I try.
So yes: I threw the kitchen sink at my cancer.
My approach—clearly not the paradigm Western Medicine uses—was to try almost anything and everything that made sense to me (often concurrently), even if that meant not precisely knowing what worked and what didn’t. The only thing that mattered was whether my cancer was shrinking (it was) and whether I felt better and healthier overall. And the results speak for themselves: I feel great and have now for many years.
So What’s the Real Lesson?
I didn’t heal because I found one thing.
I healed because I changed everything—slowly, imperfectly, stubbornly.
Not gracefully.
Not instantly.
But relentlessly.
And that’s the part people sometimes resist: there is no easy cure, no single supplement, no magic herb or perfect diet.
But there is a way forward.
There is agency.
There is power.
And there is hope.
If my story says anything, it’s this: You have far more influence over your health than you’ve ever been told.
If You Want Support
Because of everything I’ve lived through (and learned the hard way), I now coach people who want guidance on their own path—not to hand them my blueprint, but to help them uncover theirs. Every journey is different, but no one should have to walk theirs alone.
You can reach me here:
https://terrainnavigators.com/team/