|Who Says There's No Cure?|
Within four days, it went from the size of a gumball to the size of a softball. She could no longer walk beyond a slow, painful gait and she whined constantly throughout the day as she tried to continuously scratch at the lump that was just out of her paw's reach.
I was contemplating taking her for one last walk out in the woods to put her out of her misery with a quick and near-painless pull of the trigger. I certainly was not going to take her to the Veterinarian and have her undergo surgery and chemo therapy (as some other dog owners I know have done...all to no avail. Their dog's died in agony, and quite expensively to boot.)
Before taking the permanent solution to her seemingly hopeless situation, I decided to throw a Hail Mary. After all, I've read extensively on the issues of Vitamin D in the past and how it's deficiency is related to the rise in cancers of all sorts amongst humanity in our Brave New World Order. If The Big C is correlated or causated by vitamin D deficiency amongst man, perhaps man's best friend would be in the same boat?
Granted, one of the issues of this pandemic of Vitamin D3 deficiency is largely due to the state of irrational solarphobia promoted by we the sheeple's media and healthcare management systems incessant demands that we slather on the sunscreen, avoid the mid-day sun and eat FEED that is deficient in the keystone Vitamin.
|Out here at the frontlines in the War on The Big C|
None of these are issues for her. She gets her mid-day sun bathing on a daily basis, and I feed my hunting dogs very well. Then again, perhaps her black coat is similar to humans of darker complexions who require far more sun exposure than light-skinned folks to get adequate vitamin D3?
|Regardless of complexion, all need the D.|
Despite having daily sun exposure, it was obvious she was afflicted with a metastasizing tumor that was going to kill her shortly. So I decided what the hell, it can't hurt to try. Merciful euthanasia was still an option if it failed to work. I began giving her two 5,000 i.u. liquid D3 gel caps a day before her feeding.
Within in four days, the lump had shrunk to half it's size.
One month later, it is completely gone, and she's back up to full speed and ready for the next time I go hunting. Despite all of the reading and research, and my own daily regiment of taking Vitamin D3 and sun bathing as much as my schedule and weather permits, I am still amazed at the turnaround.
This is just one anecdote from out here on the fringes of the fever swamps on teh Interwebz. You can find all the science you like to measure the verisimilitude of my story at places like the Vitamin D Council. Sure there must be some differences between canines and human beings, but as far as I'm concerned, all my confirmation biases have been affirmed. I'm a staunch believer in the primacy of vitamin D and both human and canine health. As far as I'm concerned, I'll continue to wage my personal war on The Big C by loading up on the D3.
|Keep Fighting the Good Fight!|