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Wow, that was a newspaper hahahahaha but I enjoyed reading it. I will write

about myself later. I'm not very concentrated right now.

Good night everyone and let's keep this group informative. I've enjoyed checking

my e-mail everyday and finding some very useful information. This is what it is

all about: helping each other and knowing that we are not the only ones going

through this hell.

This has nothing to do with the subject but I'd just like to tell you: The last

time I went to the clinic, a counselor told me: all you have to worry about is

to be happy. You can live as long as you want to live, you just have to take

care of yourself. And she told me something I was so glad to hear too: there are

many people in this clinic who have been living without HIV Meds for years.. Can

you guys believe that? I actually heard it from someone who works in that field.

AmazinG! I was very encouraged!

Good night =]

________________________________

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

cures for AIDS

Sent: Tue, February 9, 2010 4:47:55 PM

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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Wow, that was a newspaper hahahahaha but I enjoyed reading it. I will write

about myself later. I'm not very concentrated right now.

Good night everyone and let's keep this group informative. I've enjoyed checking

my e-mail everyday and finding some very useful information. This is what it is

all about: helping each other and knowing that we are not the only ones going

through this hell.

This has nothing to do with the subject but I'd just like to tell you: The last

time I went to the clinic, a counselor told me: all you have to worry about is

to be happy. You can live as long as you want to live, you just have to take

care of yourself. And she told me something I was so glad to hear too: there are

many people in this clinic who have been living without HIV Meds for years.. Can

you guys believe that? I actually heard it from someone who works in that field.

AmazinG! I was very encouraged!

Good night =]

________________________________

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

cures for AIDS

Sent: Tue, February 9, 2010 4:47:55 PM

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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Hi Hugo

Thank you for your. Story , I think we enjoy all and make us stronger. Have good

luk and keep going ,,,,

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from du

Let get to know each other a little more....

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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Thank you for your. Story , I think we enjoy all and make us stronger. Have good

luk and keep going ,,,,

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from du

Let get to know each other a little more....

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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thanks for sharing your story with us the cure isn't far we have just been for

the last pass 30plus years  been looking over it.i believe that does doctors

know what's going on and i think they know about the cure for hiv/aids but the

oath that they take keeps them from telling the truth.have you guys ever heard

of oxygen 4 silver 4?well on you tube dr. boyld e. graves said that was the cure

but you can't find it on the internet.i typed it in and it doesn't come up at

all somethings wrong with that picture .you know you can type in anything and it

has a meaning for it but oxygen 4 or silver 4 it want show it .try it for your

self people it doesn't work something smells bad real bad!!!!.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us

have gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. 

There was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding

my body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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thanks for sharing your story with us the cure isn't far we have just been for

the last pass 30plus years  been looking over it.i believe that does doctors

know what's going on and i think they know about the cure for hiv/aids but the

oath that they take keeps them from telling the truth.have you guys ever heard

of oxygen 4 silver 4?well on you tube dr. boyld e. graves said that was the cure

but you can't find it on the internet.i typed it in and it doesn't come up at

all somethings wrong with that picture .you know you can type in anything and it

has a meaning for it but oxygen 4 or silver 4 it want show it .try it for your

self people it doesn't work something smells bad real bad!!!!.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us

have gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. 

There was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding

my body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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Duan, thanks for sharing all of that altho it was so long that I had to scam

over alot of it and just get to the parts that had " HIV " in it, lol ... sorry

but I just don't have time to read all of that especially with all the emails

that pop up here sometimes all at once.  I will tell you this tho:  yes you

can catch HIV through oral sex.  I did.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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Duan, thanks for sharing all of that altho it was so long that I had to scam

over alot of it and just get to the parts that had " HIV " in it, lol ... sorry

but I just don't have time to read all of that especially with all the emails

that pop up here sometimes all at once.  I will tell you this tho:  yes you

can catch HIV through oral sex.  I did.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

 

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months.  There

was a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all

finally working together and getting on the same page.  I would like to tell

you all a little more about me.  (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

 

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town.  I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music.  Selena is my all time favorite singer.  I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San .  In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry.  It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms.  At the time, I urged doctors to run

every test possible.  Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew

one of the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged

in Oral Sex.  What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis

with my zipper.  Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening

along the shaft.  In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have

been a chance for exposure.  At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong

with me.  They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative.  They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me.  They then came in and injected me with

morphine and other meds I didn't question.  The next day was Friday and they

ran more tests.  A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody

since the doctor had found out I was at risk..  I had to wait the whole weekend

for the results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that

department works on Weekends.  I remember it being a long weekend.  I can't

tell you how many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name

it.  Monday morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the

results.  It was Tuesday morning when something happened.  My appendix

ruptured!  That's where all the symptoms were coming from.  As I was being

prepared for surgery the doctor came in and said my results came back positive

for HIV.  And the idiot said it in

front of my parents.  I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day.  At that

time I felt my life was  over.  I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc.  When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen.  My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them.  I was in so much pain, but the worse pain

was emotional.  No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of

being told you were HIV positive.  I felt as if I let myself down and that I

let my parents down.  In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about

killing myself and that cared the Hell out of me.  In 2007 I also lost 2

friends.  One was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged

his liver and my other

friend died in an accident.  Here I was, having a choice to live!  My friends

didn't have a choice, they died.  If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here.  I didn't want to be selfish.  I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor.  I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people.  I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months.  When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. 

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life.  I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. 

I thought I was doing the right thing.  In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic.  I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do.  In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval.  We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA.  I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time

a new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and

Pharmaceutical reps.  It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at

that a cure was discovered for Type 1 diabetes..  I was ecstatic!  I asked the

other coordinators " well where is it?â€Â  “how long til it goes out to the

market " they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the

sponsor told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents "  

it was then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to

keep them sick but alive.  I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body.  At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing.   The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.  I asked him

why the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars.  Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs.  High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process.  Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver.  I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to itâ€Â  Now she’s on dialysis.  I then began to do

my own research..  I refused to believe nothing was curable.  At the time I

was worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine.  I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there.  I told

myself I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me.  Although, months

after being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the

rest of my life.  I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s

where it all started.  After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk.  I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure.  The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that.  This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of.  I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine.   Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do.  I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working.  Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. 

I have a great body, I have all the energy in the world.  I’m back to my

normal self again.  People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have

is getting on medication.  My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc.  Not this boy!  Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive.  Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex.  I don’t care.  I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life.  Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

 

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I took Boyd Graves's Imusic, the patented HIV cure and even though it kills a

lot of viruses, it is not a cure. 3 month after the injections, my viral load

went up 10 fold compared to just after.

Blood isn't everything, it can hide in the lymphatic system as well as in the

bone marrow.

Happy

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On 10 Feb 2010, at 11:48 PM, william smith <williamsmith7850@...> wrote:

thanks for sharing your story with us the cure isn't far we have just been for

the last pass 30plus years been looking over it.i believe that does doctors

know what's going on and i think they know about the cure for hiv/aids but the

oath that they take keeps them from telling the truth.have you guys ever heard

of oxygen 4 silver 4?well on you tube dr. boyld e. graves said that was the cure

but you can't find it on the internet.i typed it in and it doesn't come up at

all somethings wrong with that picture .you know you can type in anything and it

has a meaning for it but oxygen 4 or silver 4 it want show it .try it for your

self people it doesn't work something smells bad real bad!!!!.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how

many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday

morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was

Tuesday morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where

all the symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the

doctor came in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot

said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that

time I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc. When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was

emotional. No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being

told you were HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my

parents down. In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing

myself and that cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One

was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and

my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite.

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life. I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I

thought I was doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other

coordinators " well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market "

they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor

told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was

then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep

them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why

the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do

my own research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was

worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where

it all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure. The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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I took Boyd Graves's Imusic, the patented HIV cure and even though it kills a

lot of viruses, it is not a cure. 3 month after the injections, my viral load

went up 10 fold compared to just after.

Blood isn't everything, it can hide in the lymphatic system as well as in the

bone marrow.

Happy

Sent from my iPhone

On 10 Feb 2010, at 11:48 PM, william smith <williamsmith7850@...> wrote:

thanks for sharing your story with us the cure isn't far we have just been for

the last pass 30plus years been looking over it.i believe that does doctors

know what's going on and i think they know about the cure for hiv/aids but the

oath that they take keeps them from telling the truth.have you guys ever heard

of oxygen 4 silver 4?well on you tube dr. boyld e. graves said that was the cure

but you can't find it on the internet.i typed it in and it doesn't come up at

all somethings wrong with that picture .you know you can type in anything and it

has a meaning for it but oxygen 4 or silver 4 it want show it .try it for your

self people it doesn't work something smells bad real bad!!!!.

From: Don <donjuan69uni@...>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how

many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday

morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was

Tuesday morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where

all the symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the

doctor came in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot

said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that

time I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc. When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was

emotional. No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being

told you were HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my

parents down. In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing

myself and that cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One

was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and

my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite.

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life. I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I

thought I was doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other

coordinators " well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market "

they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor

told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was

then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep

them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why

the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do

my own research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was

worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where

it all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure. The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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Thanks for sharing your findings with me .if we could some how get it out of the

body with out harming anything inside that would be a large improvement!!

From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how

many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday

morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was

Tuesday morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where

all the symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the

doctor came in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot

said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that

time I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc. When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was

emotional. No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being

told you were HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my

parents down. In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing

myself and that cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One

was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and

my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite.

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life. I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I

thought I was doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other

coordinators " well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market "

they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor

told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was

then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep

them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why

the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do

my own research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was

worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where

it all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure. The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated

from the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how

many things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday

morning I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was

Tuesday morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where

all the symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the

doctor came in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot

said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that

time I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to

be a walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life

etc. When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar

across my stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had

ruptured so bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my

stomach area to clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was

emotional. No amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being

told you were HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my

parents down. In the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing

myself and that cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One

was 20 years and died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and

my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell

in love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue

all the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the

white part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite.

Doctors made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a

normal life. I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I

thought I was doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a

Clinical Research Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2

diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other

coordinators " well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market "

they looked at me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor

told us to cancel the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was

then that I learned that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep

them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from

one of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why

the patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary

concern was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys

or other organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong

the process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom

would need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross

that bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do

my own research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was

worried about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where

it all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began

treating myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so

called “cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the

last cure only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure

had a close relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the

cure. The Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a

business, a business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to

leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced

that the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t

believe that I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m

not here for them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge

is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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This is what I found on Dr. Boyd Graves

http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/Perspectives_1/AIDS_is_man-made_-_Interv\

iew_with_Dr_Boyd_Graves_1597.shtml

 

Yes, HIV can hide just about every where not just in the blood.  That's why the

therapy I'm on takes a few months.  Once I hit the 3 month mark on my therapy I

started taking an Ojibwa formula to cleanse the lymph nodes as well as the

natural immune boosters and Anti viral supplements.  Oxygenating and cleansing

your body I think is the best thing to do. 

From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure.. The

Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a

business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon

and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/Perspectives_1/AIDS_is_man-made_-_Interv\

iew_with_Dr_Boyd_Graves_1597.shtml

 

Yes, HIV can hide just about every where not just in the blood.  That's why the

therapy I'm on takes a few months.  Once I hit the 3 month mark on my therapy I

started taking an Ojibwa formula to cleanse the lymph nodes as well as the

natural immune boosters and Anti viral supplements.  Oxygenating and cleansing

your body I think is the best thing to do. 

From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys.. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure.. The

Polio industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a

business that I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon

and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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On 12 Feb 2010, at 4:41 AM, william smith <williamsmith7850@...> wrote:

Thanks for sharing your findings with me .if we could some how get it out of the

body with out harming anything inside that would be a large improvement!!

From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure. The Polio

industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a business that

I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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On 12 Feb 2010, at 4:41 AM, william smith <williamsmith7850@...> wrote:

Thanks for sharing your findings with me .if we could some how get it out of the

body with out harming anything inside that would be a large improvement!!

From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure. The Polio

industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a business that

I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure. The Polio

industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a business that

I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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From: Don <donjuan69uni>

Subject: Let get to know each other a little more....

cures for AIDS@grou ps.com

Date: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 9:47 PM

Ok so many of us have been on the board for a little while, many of us have

gotten to know each other and help each other out in last few months. There was

a time when this message board was so dead now it seems like we're all finally

working together and getting on the same page. I would like to tell you all a

little more about me. (WARNING! It’s a long story LOL)

I was born and raised in South Texas in a small border town. I'm 28 years old,

Mexican American and I enjoy music. Selena is my all time favorite singer. I

graduated high school in 1999 and moved to San . In 2007 I graduated from

the University of Texas in San with a degree in Biology minor in

Chemistry. It was in 2007 when I was rushed to the hospital for having passed

out and for having flu like symptoms. At the time, I urged doctors to run every

test possible. Although I have never engaged in unprotected sex I knew one of

the last people I was with was HIV+ and he told me that after we engaged in Oral

Sex. What scared me was that earlier that day I had caught my penis with my

zipper. Although I had pinched skin I didn't see any blood or opening along the

shaft. In a daze I told the doctor I was gay and there might have been a chance

for exposure. At first they didn't know what the heck was wrong with me. They

ran an HIV test and it came back negative. They continued to monitor me not

knowing what was wrong with me. They then came in and injected me with morphine

and other meds I didn't question. The next day was Friday and they ran more

tests. A western blot test I believe is to test for the HIV antibody since the

doctor had found out I was at risk.. I had to wait the whole weekend for the

results to come back since it was late on Friday and nobody at that department

works on Weekends. I remember it being a long weekend. I can't tell you how many

things went through my head, I was crying, praying, you name it. Monday morning

I was still sick but I had to wait the next day for the results. It was Tuesday

morning when something happened. My appendix ruptured! That's where all the

symptoms were coming from. As I was being prepared for surgery the doctor came

in and said my results came back positive for HIV. And the idiot said it in

front of my parents. I had NEVER seen my father cry until that day. At that time

I felt my life was over. I didn't want to end up sick, I didn't want to be a

walking disease, I didn't want to depend on meds for the rest of my life etc.

When I awoke I had a 2 inch scar over my belly button and a 6 in scar across my

stomach and a tube draining liquids from my abdomen. My appendix had ruptured so

bad I nearly died and they had to take all my organs out of my stomach area to

clean under them. I was in so much pain, but the worse pain was emotional. No

amount of pain killers or morphine could ease the pain of being told you were

HIV positive. I felt as if I let myself down and that I let my parents down. In

the following weeks I as I recovered I did think about killing myself and that

cared the Hell out of me. In 2007 I also lost 2 friends. One was 20 years and

died of taking dietary supplements that damaged his liver and my other

friend died in an accident. Here I was, having a choice to live! My friends

didn't have a choice, they died. If it was up to them they'd still want to be

here. I didn't want to be selfish. I began making appointments to see an HIV

doctor. I became a member of the San AIDS foundation when I received

help to get on meds and met some wonderful people. I met someone there I fell in

love with and we dated for about 7 months. When I got on meds I was fatigue all

the time, my stomach was never normal, I had horrible abnormal dreams, the white

part of my eyes was turning yellow, I didn’t have much of an appetite. Doctors

made it seem so easy that taking a pill a day will make you have a normal life.

I had studied medicine all throughout college and high school. I thought I was

doing the right thing. In the beginning of 2008 I got a job a Clinical Research

Coordinator at a Diabetes clinic. My mother is Type 2 diabetic. I was

excited because it was what I always wanted to do. In clinical research you

investigate new drugs manufactured by pharmaceutical companies what are awaiting

FDA approval. We find willing subjects, pay them good money for their

participation, and report all side effects to the sponsor pharma companies and

to the FDA. I was able to travel to different parts of the country every time a

new drug was being introduced and got to sit in with doctors and Pharmaceutical

reps. It wasn't until I found out that at the clinic I work at that a cure was

discovered for Type 1 diabetes.. I was ecstatic! I asked the other coordinators

" well where is it?†“how long til it goes out to the market " they looked at

me and laughed and said " the study was cancelled, the sponsor told us to cancel

the study and ship the drug back and all documents " it was then that I learned

that they're not trying to cure people, they’re to keep them sick but alive. I

began re-examining the protocols and learning those meds were so full of junk

that was nothing more than toxic to the vital organs of the body. At the same

time my mother’s kidneys were failing. The drug she was on I learned from one

of the doctors of the clinic was very toxic to the kidneys. I asked him why the

patients aren’t warned about and his response was that their primary concern

was to regulate the blood sugars. Even if it costs them their kidneys or other

organs. High blood pressure meds are given to the patients to prolong the

process. Then those high blood pressure drugs are hard on the liver. I

couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I asked what would happen if my mom would

need to go to dialysis and his was response was simply “we’ll cross that

bridge when we get to it†Now she’s on dialysis. I then began to do my own

research.. I refused to believe nothing was curable. At the time I was worried

about

my mothers health but I also had to worry about mine. I remember looking at

youtube and found several blogs and informative sources on there. I told myself

I didn’t want to live with this HIV monster in me. Although, months after

being diagnosed I had come to terms that I was going to have this for the rest

of my life. I learned about the “one minute cure†book and that’s where it

all started. After months of research I left my meds behind and began treating

myself, taking that risk. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for a so called

“cure†because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Polio was the last cure

only because someone in the industry who was trying to hide the cure had a close

relative get diagnosed with polio so he stepped forward with the cure. The Polio

industry went bankrupted shortly after that. This is a business, a business that

I hate to admit I’m a part of. I’m looking to leave this soon and pursue a

career in natural medicine. Health wise, I feel better than ever, feeding my

body oxygen and taking herbs that will boost my immune system and cleanse my

organs is the best thing anyone can do. I’m also treating my mom with Corn

silk, Essiac, and Uva Herci to help her regain her kidney function so far it’s

working. Her kidney function has gone from 8% to 15% in the last few weeks. I

have a great body, I have all the energy in the world. I’m back to my normal

self again. People shouldn’t have to think the only option they have is

getting on medication. My friends who are on meds constantly have diarrhea,

facial wasting, fatigue etc. Not this boy! Some of my friends are convinced that

the hospital gave me something that made me positive. Other don’t believe that

I could have gotten infected by oral sex. I don’t care. I’m not here for

them I’m here for myself and to spread the message that knowledge is power and

power can give you the ability to regain your life. Selena always said “the

impossible is always possible†and I live by that.

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