It was March, four years ago now, when everything changed.

For the last 25 years, I’d been going in every couple of years for a blood test and a skin exam. Routine stuff. But for some reason, nobody ever did a PSA (a blood test used primarily to screen for prostate cancer). My partner, Michelle, and I moved up to Far North Queensland and we went in to a new doctor for a skin check. They threw in a PSA - we didn’t even ask for it - and my number came back at 286. Normal danger territory starts at two or three. Mine was 286.

They said: you better get in here straight away.

The scans showed prostate cancer, metastasized through my bones all the way up to my skull, and throughout my lymph nodes. When I got the diagnosis, I was functionally living in my 30s - I had been since my 20s. I could do anything. Over the period of four months, my biological age went from my mid-30s to my mid-70s.

They told me if I didn’t do chemo and radiation, I’d have about a year to live.

I said no.

For about two years after that diagnosis, I was mostly on my own. The first doctor I had was hopeless - every time I went in to tell him what was happening, he’d sit at his computer updating his notes and virtually tell me to be quiet. He was busy.

So I did what I always do: I started asking questions. Day and night, researching, trying to figure out what was wrong and how to turn it around. I’ve always believed that if you ask the right questions, the answers come - slowly, through intuition. But it was slow going with no real medical support.

And then my body started to break down in a way that couldn’t be ignored.

The lymphedema had been building in my legs for years - particularly my left leg. I’d just thought, well, I’m getting a bit older. But the fluid was building everywhere. My bladder filled with what they estimated was two to three litres of fluid, which began backing up into my lungs. I ended up living in a recliner chair, but as time went on, I couldn’t even lie back to sleep - if I lay flat, I’d start drowning in my own fluid. For months, I slept sitting completely upright.

One morning I fell over. Michelle called the ambulance. When they helped me up, the fluid flooded my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. The next morning it happened again – I had tried to sleep at the breakfast bar with my head down and fell off the chair. The ambulance came back, same two girls as the night before. One had been a nurse. She looked at me and said: “I can’t leave you like this”. They took me in.

A CAT scan at the local hospital, and then the news: probably three to six months to live. They thought I had blood poisoning. Sepsis. They transferred me by ambulance to a larger hospital.

I arrived at one in the morning. By two o’clock, they had a catheter bag on me. By the next morning, I could feel myself coming back - the bladder was draining, the fluid in my lungs was clearing. After a month of hospital care, a TURP procedure to clear the blockage around my urethra, and wound care for the sores that had opened all over my legs from the lymphatic backup, I was starting to feel like a person again.

The tests showed it wasn’t sepsis. And slowly, the comeback began.

It was through friends that we first heard about the products. They pointed us toward ozonated water and eventually SOTA. We ordered everything and got started.

I’ll be honest with you: looking back over nearly three years of using the equipment, I’d have to confess that for much of that time, I was probably only getting 20 or 30 percent of the value out of it. I didn’t fully know how to use it. I had faith - through my friends, through what I was reading - that it would work. And I kept at it. But I wasn’t doing it correctly, and I wasn’t doing it consistently enough.

THE PROTOCOL: WHAT I DO

Magnetic Pulsing - I’ve been using it at least two times a day, and now I’m working up to three. Each session, I do multiple 20-minute cycles. My main focus has been on the areas where the CT scans showed lesions - dark shadows on bone throughout my body. I learned the hard way: wherever I targeted the pulser, those areas improved. Where I didn’t, they didn’t. The day I understood that lesson clearly, everything changed.

For the prostate and groin area - my primary cancer site - I work from behind first, reaching the pulser as far underneath as I can to get at the prostate from that angle. Then I come around front. I work through roughly six positions across the groin area, around the back, over the testicles, and then up both sides of the pubic bone where the main lymph nodes are. Each position gets two to three minutes. That whole sequence I do twice a day, minimum.

I also learned - just recently, through an AI search on the lymphatic system - that I’d been pulsing back to front for years. I was starting at my ankles and working up. You’re meant to start at the collarbone, where the lymph drains back into the bloodstream: two to three minutes across each collarbone, then two to three minutes under each arm, then down to the lymph nodes in the groin, then down the legs.

The clearing has to happen from the top down, otherwise you’re pushing lymph into a blocked drain. Even doing it wrong, I’ve been getting results. But now I’m learning to really drive this thing.

The Ozonated Water - drinking it consistently, every day. We also run the ozonator through closed rooms to clear any mold - in this tropical climate, that’s a real issue - and it works beautifully for that too.

Ionic Colloidal Silver - I’ve known about colloidal silver for about 30 years. We did try making it early on but weren’t confident we were doing it correctly. That’s something I’m now revisiting properly. It’s another tool in the kit that I haven’t yet used to its full potential.

Everything else - I came across a Chinese medicine doctor - trained in Africa, then in Beijing, now practicing out of Brisbane - who helped me focus on cleaning my whole system and eliminating parasites. We’ve been working through that with herbal protocols.

I’ve also been on the Joe Tippins protocol - Fenbendazole and Ivermectin - hitting the parasites and inflammation hard. And a lot of longevity supplementation targeting the organs, which have been under enormous pressure through all of this.

Medically, I’ve been on androgen deprivation therapy - a Firmagon injection once a month and Nubeqa tablets twice a day. That suppresses the testosterone that feeds prostate cancer. I’m now transitioning off that onto natural herbal alternatives to continue the testosterone suppression.

THE MOMENT I KNEW

The most remarkable moment in all of this came about six months ago.

I’d been doing the magnetic pulsing on my left leg - the one that had been like a block of lead that I couldn’t bend or lift when I was hospitalized. After a few weeks of targeting it, Michelle said: let’s walk around the lake. It’s a 5K bushwalk around a beautiful volcanic lake near our home. I said okay, but told her I’d turn back if it got too tough.

I did the whole five kilometres.

This was the same leg Michelle used to have to push me back up our half-kilometre hill because I had no power in it at all. And there I was, walking five kilometres around a lake. Then I for some reason, forgot about the pulsing for a month or two, and my legs went back to feeling like lead. So I started again, and the improvement came back. That was the proof I needed.

WHAT GETS YOU THROUGH

I grew up on a farm with a single parent father. You got out no matter the weather. That philosophy - whatever the problem, do what you can with what you’ve got - is what has carried me through this. As I was healing, I was out pruning trees. When my legs couldn’t manage the ladders, I found another way to be useful. I kept pushing.

It’s so easy to just stay in the chair. So easy to give up. I know that better than most - I lived in that chair for months. But I also know what happens when you refuse to. You ask the question: what can I do to turn this around? And the intuition slowly feeds you the answers.

I know I’ll never be exactly the person I was before all this started. But here’s where I sit today: if I don’t consciously think about my condition, I barely know I have one. Twelve months ago - and certainly two years ago - my whole life was completely controlled by what was happening in my body. Completely controlled.

Now I’m halfway through this recovery journey. My scans are showing around 50% improvement. I’m aiming for 80%.