We Own the Sky(38)

Going  to  Prague  was  a  risk  of  course.  But  we  took  it  and  our  Josh underwent  a  variety  of  treatments.  To  cut  a  long  story  short,  six  months later,  the  tumor  was  gone  and  it  hasn’t  been  back  since.  He  is  now  a happy  nine-year-old,  living  a  normal  life,  and  cancer  is  beginning  to become a distant memory.

I  have  been  banned  from  posting  links  to  Dr.  Sladkovsky  on  Hope’s Place (the software doesn’t even let me send them in private messages) so  all  I  can  say  is  Google  Dr.  Sladkovsky  in  Prague  and  you  will  find everything you need to know.

If you want to find out more about Josh’s treatments, please check out

my blog at nevbarnes.wordpress.com or feel free to message me.

I wish you the best of luck. I’m crossing fingers and legs and toes and

everything really. PM me if you want more info.

Nev

Nev sounded like a con man. I put the name “Sladkovsky” into the search

field on  Hope’s Place and hundreds of results popped up.

PLEASE READ re Sladkovsky Clinical Trial

by Chemoforlifer? Mon Jan 26, 2012 6:03 am

Dear All,

Regular users of the board might have seen several posts by Nev about

a  proposed  clinical  trial  run  by  Dr.  Sladkovsky.  These  posts  no  longer exist  and  have  been  deleted  by  the  moderators.  They  were  deleted because they explicitly violated the “no solicitation or promotion” rule.

There  have  been  extensive  discussions  of  Sladkovsky’s  clinic  on  this board.  One  of  the  threads  is  here,  for  new  users  who  maybe  are  not familiar with the clinic’s “work.”

forum.hopesplace.topic/article/1265%444

Dr.  Sladkovsky’s  clinic  is  not  reputable.  He  has  never  allowed  his immuno-engineering  treatments  to  be  evaluated  in  an  independent, accredited  clinical  trial,  nor  has  he  ever  shared  the  results  of  his  work with  other  researchers.  Every  reputable  cancer-treatment  watchdog  has concluded that his “immuno-engineering” treatment is a scam.





Best Wishes,

Chemoforlifer

Admin

I was angry and considered writing this Nev back, telling him what I thought about people preying on the parents of sick children, peddling fake cures over the internet. I read his message again. He was convincing and seemed to believe what he was writing. That, I supposed, was how he reeled people in. I logged out of  Hope’s Place, closed my laptop and went to find Anna and Jack.





10

It was early evening and Jack could not sleep. It was a side effect of the steroids, which reduced the swelling from the fluid around the tumor. The operation was now only a week away, and Jack was antsier than ever. We tried to tire him out, reading him stories, letting him watch cartoons, but sometimes the only thing that would work was going out for a walk.

“How are you feeling today, beautiful?” I asked, as we walked along one of the winding paths up the hill to the heath. “How are your injuries?”

We had told him that he had an injury in his head and would have to go to hospital to take it away. Jack wasn’t remotely concerned. He seemed to think it was nothing more serious than a grazed elbow or a funny tummy. Last year, he had fallen off our backyard wall and had to go to hospital for stitches in his chin.

Would it be the same? he said. Even better, we replied. He would be asleep and wouldn’t feel a thing.

Jack patted his head, as he did now, now that he knew something was wrong.

“I think it’s fine, but...”

He dithered, scuffed his shoe along the path.

“But what, Jack?”

“It’s difficult sometimes, in school, to think.”

“Yeah?”

“We did sums today with Miss Jackson and I...” His words trailed off.

“And did you find it difficult?”

“Yeah. Adding up and doing sums and...and... I had forgotten my numbers.”

“Well,” I said, putting my arm around his shoulders. “Adding up is difficult.

You’ve not been doing it long.”

Jack nodded and looked up at me with his pale blue eyes. “We did letters, as well, and I got a sticker.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, look.” On the lapel of Jack’s coat, there was a small star that said  Good job!  “I put it here so it won’t get broken.”

“Well done. You’re doing really well, Jack. And don’t you worry about

school, because we’re going to take all the injuries away, okay?”

“In the hospital?”

“Yes, in the hospital.”