My husband owns and operates his own truck. In April of 2005 he was delivering a load in New Jersey and walked between two trailers to check his load. Someone had left a strap sticking out from under one of the trailer tires. His foot got tangled in the strap and he fell against the bumper of the trailer, breaking three ribs. The store manager took him to a clinic where they took x-rays and he continued his trip home.

Several days after he was home our son invited us for a cookout where he was camping. I’m not sure if it was the smoke from the fire (I prefer to think it was the Lord) but he had a coughing spell. When we arrived home that evening he was short of breath. Being the alarmist that I am, I convinced him to go to the emergency room of our local hospital. After having a scan the doctor came out and told us that we should see our family doctor because the scan showed nodules on his lungs. That was the beginning of my worst nightmare.

We called our family doctor first thing in the morning and went to his office. When we arrived his nurse came into the waiting room and said that we were to go straight to a lung specialist. We took the scan to his office and with his impeccable bedside manners, he said that he was 99% sure it was cancer. He sent Joe to the hospital for an MRI and a biopsy. We returned to his office for the results. True to form he came into the examining room exclaiming, "I knew I was right". His need to expound on his accuracy in diagnosis left me with the greatest urge to punch him in the mouth, but since my stomach was lying on the floor, I just sat there. He told us that Joe had about 4 months to live and needed to see an oncologist and he was going to make an appointment. We informed him that we were going to go home and talk about it. After reinforcing this he still insisted on making an appointment so I told him to "do whatever" and we left. I guess he made an appointment.

I am a 24 hour hyper-activist, so I started to research and make phone calls to find out all I could about this disease and the help available. I found that Sloan Kettering in New York was rated second in the United States for Cancer. I called for an appointment late one afternoon and was told that someone would call. When no one called the following morning by 9AM, I called them. I was told that it would be at least 24 hours before they would get back to me.

I forgot to mention that along with being hyperactive I have very little patience. I called a friend and she prayed with me asking God for direction. When we were done talking I immediately called John Hopkins Hospital for an appointment. While waiting on the phone, a call came through from Sloan Kettering with an appointment. This happened one hour after I was told it would take 24 hours. God is so good!

We drove to the oncology department at their hospital in New Jersey. The doctor there said that the large nodule in the upper left lobe needed to be removed and he did not believe that the small ones in the lower right were cancer.

He made an appointment with the surgeon in New York.

We then went to see the surgeon, Dr Downey and he told us that he wanted to do surgery on the lower right to make sure the small nodules were not cancer because if he removed the upper left lobe and later found out the small ones were cancer we would have a real problem. We made the appointment for surgery for 2 weeks later.

I came from a suburb of Detroit but have lived in a small town in Pennsylvania for the past 30 years, so the idea of being in Manhattan on my own was a little overwhelming.

I contacted the American Cancer Society to find out if there was any economical housing. They told me about a place called Miracle House. They allow patients and their caregivers to stay in a 44 floor, high rise apartment building for a small fee - A deal considering, hotels in New York start at $200.00.

A friend graciously agreed to make the trip with us. We bought train tickets (there is no parking) and the three of us left for New York. Joe had his surgery the following day. After the surgery the doctor and social worker met with us.

We were told that it was cancer in the lower right lobe and there was nothing more they could do. We were again told that he had about four months and possibly a few more with chemotherapy. I know God gave me peace (with me that’s a challenge) because instead of operating in the Ozone, my feet, for the most part, stayed on the ground.

For example, I’m the one who shoved my 6-week-old son at my mother telling her I had killed him, while he was screaming, because I had fallen with him. Can you begin to get the picture? Joe is not in for an easy ride! Calm is not in my dictionary.

After returning to New York for a follow up, we returned home and I began a search for the best place to receive chemotherapy. We decided on the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center in Windber, Pa. Our daughter went with us for the initial appointment. The procedure was explained to us and Joe was scheduled to have hemotherapy for two weeks with two weeks off. I do not remember now how long the treatments were to last. I really can’t tell you how I felt except to say it was like being numb. Now starts the beginning of the end. We asked both doctors at Sloan Kettering and UPMC if chemotherapy would kill the cancer. Both told us that it would not; it would only put it in remission. At some time it would return in the same place or mutate to another place. I remember saying “Lord, I really need you now! “ All my thoughts were of being alone, how I would go on? Lord can we both go?

At this point I need to tell you that Joe was on prayer lists all over the country. Loving, Christian friends had phoned friends and relatives everywhere for prayer. Our three pastors had anointed him and our dear friend Pastor Pepper said he knew Joe would be okay. People never failed to tell us how they were praying for him.

We had no more than arrived home from UPMC when the phone rang. A very godly couple from our former church said "Gail get a pencil and paper, I have a word for you from the Lord". She told me how she and her husband had been praying for Joe and that weekend friends from Maryland came to visit. They told them about their son-inlaw who had cancer in the bone, lung, and lymph nodes. His prostrate count was 1000. He decided to take a natural supplement called Protocel® and is now cancer free! They knew God had sent their friends from Maryland that exact weekend in answer to their prayers. I can only tell you that as far as I was concerned God had sent our answer. I knew them to be real prayer warriors and I knew God sent His answer through them. For me it was a done deal but this was not my decision.

Joe and I talked and prayed, we asked friends to pray and he made the decision to only take Protocel®. I like to say, “he” made the decision, you know, with my passive personality. This decision required a lot of determination because our family felt he needed to take chemotherapy, but the decision was made and we were on a new course, to live!

The following day I made more phone calls. I made calls to the couple in Maryland, Dr. Bell, and the company that handles Protocel®. We ordered the Protocel® and Joe started taking it four times a day around the clock. We cancelled his appointment at UPMC and made an appointment with our family doctor. Our doctor is a Christian and understood when we told him about "the word from the Lord”. We asked him to take Joe’s complete care over and we would no longer be seeing other doctors.

He said if we were comfortable with that, he was.

It is now 2+ years later and Joe is still here. We serve an awesome God!!!!! The survival rate for lung cancer is almost zero and there are usually no signs. When you finally find out it is too late. We knew someone in Michigan who was diagnosed and two weeks later died. We know it was no accident that Joe had broken ribs and had a coughing spell. A loving, compassionate, all knowing God brought them about. We have felt compelled to tell our story to anyone who will listen.

You don’t have to accept the death sentence most doctors will give you, there is an answer! A loving God allowed us to receive this miracle and we have an obligation to spread the word "Cancer need not be a death sentence".

The story still hasn’t ended, as God was still not through blessing me. He renewed a relationship with my cousin in Michigan who I had lost contact with for years. Her father and my mother were brother and sister. I was blessed to see her win her battle with cancer. It has been such a joy to share and be there for each other. She just happens to be the author of this book. A dear friend who was diagnosed with breast cancer is on Protocel® and doing fine. This is just the beginning!!!!

Gail Nevitt, 2005

An update on Joe:

It is now going on 5 years since Joe was diagnosed with lung cancer and given a death sentence of 4 months. To be fair they offered Chemo to buy a few more months. All doctors admitted, when asked, that neither chemo or radiantion would kill the cancer and in fact is known to cause cancer. He opted not to take Chemo. Joe is still here; the cancer is contained in his lungs and has not metastasised to other areas of his body. To me this is proof that Protocel works.

Even though Protocel is very effective it is critical that the protocol be followed precisely. I feel confident that he would be cancer free today had he been committed to taking it regularly. There were times he quit for several months at a time, missed doses and did not drink the necessary water. A minimum of 80oz of water a day is very important. The water rids the body of toxins. Skipping doses and quitting for a period of time is like giving the cancer a cup of soup. If you are to take it every 6 hours it is important that you take it on time.

While stressing the need of doing it properly, I also need to tell the cancer patient how hard this is on the care giver. I have found through my own experience that it has been harder on me then Joe. The stress of understanding the importance of following it precisely and his unconcern was very difficult. Stress takes it toll on our body and can result in physical problems. It is so hard to see a loved one not doing what needs to be done. You have a feeling of complete helplessness. Please understand that your care giver is experiencing this right along with you.

It is normal to have times of doubt. Even while doubting, Protocel if done properly will be ridding your body of the cancer. Keep a positive attitude and an active prayer life. I know that God is the Healer, and for us He is using Protocel to bring about the healing.

Gail Nevitt, October 2009