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Sunday, April 16th, 2017

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WHEN Grant Sanderson was diagnosed with brain cancer six years ago, he was told that without immediate treatment, he had less than a week to live.

Today the Yengarie man and his fiancee, Sheridan Mosk, are eagerly awaiting the arrival of their miracle baby, which was conceived naturally despite fears that the treatment Grant had undergone would mean he would be unable to have children.

Grant was diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma multiforme brain cancer in 2011.

He underwent surgery, followed by chemotherapy and radiation and was told the treatment would extend his life by about 18 months.

But six years on, Grant is proving the doctors wrong.

“No one has ever survived past two years of this cancer at that size in Australia,” Sheridan said.

“He is the first person in Australia to beat brain cancer of this severity.”

Last year Sheridan and Grant met and “instantly fell in love”.

“It was like our souls saw each other and kind of went, ‘oh, there you are, I’ve been waiting for you’.

“Grant is the kindest person I have ever met and also the biggest dork I have ever met. He has such a contagious smile.”

The two are now happily expecting the arrival of their child in October.

“Our beautiful baby which is baking away was conceived 100% naturally, which again is a beautiful miracle considering what Daddy has been through with his chemo and radiation.

“If anyone deserves to be a father, it’s this man.”

Sheridan said they wanted to share Grant’s story to inspire others who were undergoing cancer treatment and their families going through it with them.

“If anything we hope someone can draw some strength from our story.

“Cancer does not discriminate, it attacks little children, it attacks mums and dads, nannies and poppies and it doesn’t care how much you need them either. But no matter – even if given the heart-wrenching diagnosis of terminal cancer, that cannot take away your ability to have faith.

“You can fight and win. Grant is walking, talking proof of that.”


Henry Sapiecha

Cystic Fibrosis sufferer and transplant patient Nardya Miller promotes organ donation in her final days of life

Tuesday, January 17th, 2017

A DYING Brisbane Qld Australia woman is using her final days to promote the importance of organ donation.

Last Wednesday, 25-year-old Nardya Miller was given a week to live. On Sunday she was submitted to palliative care.

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The beauty salon owner has Cystic Fibrosis (CF) and her body is rejecting a double lung transplant she had over two years ago, the Sunshine Coast Daily reports.

Ms Miller’s fiance Liam Fitzgerald said it isn’t CF that is killing her, it is the chronic rejection she was diagnosed with three months ago.

“CF was a part of her life for 23 years and got her to needing a bilateral lung transplant but after the first 11 months post surgery, being so perfect, the lungs started to fail, over and over again requiring treatments she never thought she would have to go though.

Nardya Miller started her own beauty business despite her ‘never-ending battle’ with medical problems image

Nardya Miller started her own beauty business despite her ‘never-ending battle’ with medical problems.

“She went through rounds of plasmapheresis to try stop donor specific antibodies but nothing worked.”

Mr Fitzgerald said Ms Miller wants everyone to know how important organ donation is.

“The only way people will ever have a second chance at life is to be an organ donor.”

Ms Miller’s cousin Tachae Douglas-Miller said she underwent the lung transplant in 2014 because she was “sick of not being able to breathe and sick of fighting a never ending battle”.

“Although we hear stories on how new lungs had changed people lives, Nardya wasn’t so lucky.

“After undergoing the double lung transplant she didn’t realise she was so ill.”

But instead of letting her illness get the better of her, Ms Douglas-Miller said she started up her own beauty business and bought a house with Mr Fitzgerald, adopting three “beautiful little fur babies”.

“She started to make her dream of opening her own beauty store a reality (because) she didn’t want to stop working as she didn’t want to burden her fiance with debt.

“Unfortunately now, Nardya is losing the battle …(she) won’t be going home.”

Ms Douglas-Miller and her sister Ainsley Douglas-Miller started a Go Fund Me to help keep Ms Miller’s dreams of not leaving her fiance in debt, alive.

Already more than $15,000 has been raised by more than 400 people in six days, smashing the initial $10,000 target.

“We are overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity. I can’t thank everyone enough.”

Despite only having days to live, Ms Douglas-Miller said Ms Miller is still “witty, humorous and talkative”.

“Although we all know what the reality is.”

* If you wish to donate, the details are here.


Henry Sapiecha


Surviving Meningococcal: Ripu Bhatia’s Story on video

Wednesday, January 4th, 2017

Published on Oct 1, 2016

When Ripu contracted meningicoccal septicaemia the doctors put him into a medically induced coma while they fought to save his life. The disease took his arms and legs and his nose. On the first anniversary since contracting the disease Ripu finds himself on a challenging rehabilitation journey. He’s taught himself to play guitar, writes a popular blog, and can still host a great party. But moving beyond the psychological trauma of what’s happened to him is as hard as overcoming the physical challenges he now faces.


Henry Sapiecha


Monday, November 28th, 2016
This is a story of an individual using the black Salve to treat his cancer with huge success.

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The following paragraphs and pictures are a personal account of a six and a half year struggle with a pathogen on the surface of my back. The pictures are graphic but I felt it was necessary for people who may have a similar problem to see them, in order to be encouraged that the growth/pathogen, has been destroyed and eliminated from my body once and for all and with a very simple remedy.

About six and a half years ago I was planning a trip to Florida and decided, instead of getting burned down there, I would try a tanning bed to prepare my skin for the powerful rays closer to the equator. If any one tells you that these sun beds are safe they are misleading you! I was in for 10 minutes, that’s all it took to cause the damage. I will say this, I did have a pre-existing condition called tinea-versicolor. The Dermatologic Disease Database defines it as “Tinea versicolor is caused by a yeast type of skin fungus, which is present on normal skin. If the skin is oily enough, warm enough and moist enough, it starts to grow into small “colonies” on the surface of the skin.” Earlier work by the late Dr. Royal Rife showed that cancer is a virus that, when in the right medium/conditions, can mutate into a bacteria or fungus and back to a virus, and that a bacteria and fungus can also mutate into the others and back.

So, my belief is that the radiation from the rays of the tanning bed hit the tinea versicolor (fungus) and mutated it into a new pathogen that started destroying my skin and growing into a mass, not just on the surface, but well below also. On 4/26/05 I put an herbal preparation of Black Salve on, what was at the time a mass about the size of a half dollar. Over the years it looked like cauliflower on the surface of the skin which would bleed quite a bit so I wore band-aids over it for years. Effective Black Salve is next to impossible to find in the US but you can find it if you look hard enough. I felt tingling and then a burning sensation almost immediately after the application. Some people have felt the need to take aspirin or pain killers to help maintain the pain, I believe it will depend upon each individual case, but better to be prepared by having some on hand if the pain gets to be too much. That night the area around the spot swelled all around and out from it until the perimeter of swelling was about the size of a mans fist. The next morning I woke up and took a shower and the excess Black Salve washed off and left behind an indentation of the skin by about 3 millimeters which was covered by a black scab or eschar.

I applied another coating of Black Salve the second night just to make sure, and the pain got even worse than the night before, which led me to believe that the first application may not have been enough. I never did put on a third application as was suggested to me by a friend who has dealt with many cases. Here you can see what the eschar looks like as it begins to pull away from the healthy skin. That is a quarter next to it in the picture

A couple of days before the first application I began taking whole food supplements which helped my immune system greatly! Spanish Black Radish 2 tablets per meal, increasing to 7 tablets per meal after the first application of Black Salve and for the entire month following. The Spanish Black Radish helped dramatically reduce the weeping of pus and debris from the wound, it is an awesome product when taken correctly! Many people have had to change their bandages 4 or more times a day because there is so much leakage of pus, but with the Spanish Black Radish, all the pus was eliminated internally through the lymphatic system and I actually left the same bandage on all day, only changing it the following mornings after getting out of the shower. Here you can see what the wound looked like after the eschar fell out on day six from the first application.

The crater it left behind was pretty deep, but the second the eschar fell out the pain was completely gone! In the next two pictures below you see what the growth looked like from its underside. Pretty nasty! The pic next to it shows how deep it was. That is a quarter laying flat next to it, so as you can see, in certain parts of the growth it was the thickness of 5-6 quarters if they were stacked on top of each other!

Now comes the easy part, healing! I used/use two specific formulas to assist my healing over the area with new tissue. The special body wash and also organic coconut oil from . Some areas take as long as a year to completely heal. I do not think mine will take that long because of the aid of these 2 products but I will take them until I am satisfied with the look of the new skin. Below are the last two pictures, one at 2 weeks after the eschar fell out and the second at two months after the eschar fell out. As you can see, the wound is completely healed over and some scar tissue remains, which I will continue to take the special body wash and also organic coconut oil until I feel it is totally finished healing.


I have successfully used black salve on myself and on my mother-in-law. Myself I have photos taken of the various stages of the healing process.

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Henry Sapiecha










Brain scan reveals tumour the size of a fist

Saturday, November 19th, 2016

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A tumour the size of a lemon was discovered in Kayla Geltch’s skull.

IT TOOK Kayla Geltch to be on the brink of death before she was finally given a brain scan.

What they scan revealed shocked everyone.

It located a brain tumour the size of a lemon inside her head.

The tumour had moulded into the skull signifying that it had been there for a long time… maybe even since birth.

Recalling back on the moment she was told the news, Kayla’s mum Katrina said it made her soul ache.

“It breaks my heart,” she said.

“I just couldn’t talk when we were told.

“We’ve been pushing for a brain scan for a while, and this is what it took to get one.”

Kayla Geltch, 19, will soon undergo life changing surgery to remove some of her brain tumour.image

Kayla Geltch, 19, will soon undergo life changing surgery to remove some of her brain tumour.

Kayla, 19, has a range of disabilities which includes autism and Asperger’s.

She is mobile but doesn’t speak, and requires full-time care.

About four weeks ago, Kayla had a seizure which almost had a fatal end.

Ms Geltch’s partner Matt Liston has been with the family as the tragedy unfolded.

She was practically dead for 10 minutes, before ambulance arrived,” he said.

What really shook Ms Geltch is the concept that the tumour could have been there lifelong.

“Her behaviour was dismissed as an autism meltdown,” Ms Geltch said.

“She was given medication specifically for that.”

Kayla was transported to the Royal Brisbane Hospital shortly after and that is where she is now.

In the coming days, she will have surgery on the tumour.

Due to its fragile placement, that surgery comes with its own set of risks giving Ms Geltch even more things to stress about.

Ms Geltch is currently waiting for a surgery for her own medical condition, and is physically not able to transport to Brisbane at this very moment.

We have been talking to the doctors every day and seeing how she is going,” Ms Geltch said.

Mr Liston is traveling to Brisbane soon to be with Kayla.

During this difficult time, Kayla’s family is reaching out to the community for help.

A GoFundMe page has been set up, allowing for people to donate.

“We don’t know what will happen after Kayla’s surgery, or what the fees will be,” Ms Geltch said.

“We may need to move down to Brisbane permanently.”

The family also has two other children to take care of.

The GoFundMe page can be found at

And for those who would like to donate but would like to give in cash, head to Le petit chocolatier Hervey Bay.

“Our experience is also a warning for other parents with disabled children, that something that is wrong with them, could be something different from what it appears,” Ms Geltch said.

“They thought she just had behavioural problems, but it turned out to be a tumour.”

Katrina and Kayla Geltch have some mother and daughter fun.image


Henry Sapiecha

LONG LIFE & HAPPINESS-A century on Earth: Centenarians share stories of life, love and lasting memories

Sunday, July 12th, 2015

These are the stories of a number of happy over 100 years of age people who have reached that magic milestone of 100years on this earth. Something must be going right for them…Read on..>

Joanna Barrett, 101


The happiest time of my life was when I got married to my husband. We met at a party. We did lots of lovely things together – we went scuba diving, we went riding on scooters and in motor cars and on horseback. I like going fast.

Joanna Barrett pictured scuba diving.


Joanna Barrett was born and raised in Glenelg, Adelaide. As a girl she enjoyed swimming and tennis. She met her husband Roderick at a party during one of his trips to South Australia from Melbourne for a motor race. They married in 1937 and moved to the Melbourne suburb of Hawthorn and Joanna became a mother during the war. Joanna volunteered by knitting socks and clothing for soldiers. She has always had a love for music, theatre and travel.

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Margaret McGeown, 100


I worked in Queen’s University in the Great Hall and we served the Queen, she had her lunch there. It was wonderful. I can’t explain it. We talked about it for hours after it. I couldn’t tell you what we served her.

Margaret McGeown pitcured with her husband, Bertie, while living in Northern Ireland.


Margaret McGeown was born in Northern Ireland in June 1915. As a young woman, her favourite thing to do was bake. She was 25 when she married her husband, Bertie, who worked on the Titanic in the Harland and Wolff shipyard in Belfast. They had four children and moved to Australia in the early 1970s. Only a couple of years later Bertie passed away suddenly from a heart condition. Margaret was born into a devout Protestant family and continues to go to church every Sunday. She said eating a banana every morning was one of her secrets to a long life.

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Millie Andrews, 100


The most successful moment of my life was getting the OAM medal, it was recognising my work done for children with disabilities. I got that on my 100th birthday.

Millie Andrews (centre) with children at Scope Chislon Centre.


Mildred Andrews was born in the Melbourne suburb of Williamstown and lived there for 90 years. As a young woman she began working in the woollen mill in Yarraville, where she made the two-hour round trip on foot to and from work every day. During the war she made khaki for the soldiers while her husband Jack served in the Navy. After having her daughter Susan, she began helping a friend look after her baby who had cerebral palsy. What started with one baby soon turned into eight, and commenced more than 30 years of tireless volunteer work and fundraising for the organisation she founded, Scope Chislon Centre, formerly known as the Footscray Spastic Children’s Centre. She was awarded an Order of Australia medal from Governor General Peter Cosgrove this year. She said she felt blessed to be alive at 100.

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Ron Bennett, 102


I was mad about my wife. I first saw her on the tram and my heart was racing. She was beautiful. She and her twin sister used to pose for Myer. We used to sit in the back seat of the car and cuddle for hours.

Ron Bennett pictured with his wife Isabelle on their honeymoon at Lorne, Victoria.


Ron Bennett grew up in the Melbourne suburb of St Kilda and was one of six boys. Ron served in the Second World War in Egypt, Syria, Lebanon and Greece with the 2/5 Battalion, marrying his wife Isabelle while he returned to Australia on leave. They had four children and lived in Ringwood, Gippsland, Sorrento and later in Brighton. After the war Ron went on to work in the wool and clothing industry as a tax agent, and then went on to help run his family’s tea and coffee business until the age of 90. His wife Isabelle passed away three years ago at the age of 93. He puts his longevity down to only mildly drinking and no smoking.

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Florence Smith, 100


My happiest moment in life was when they told me in St Vincent’s Hospital that I was able to go home after about eight weeks of near-death. I had pneumonia and pleurisy, I had an abscess in the lung. I was only in my 20s, and here I am in my hundreds.

Florence Smith

Florence Smith grew up in the gold mining town of Gaffneys Creek, near Victoria’s alpine region. She moved to Melbourne as a teenager to live with an aunty and began working in a fruit shop and enjoyed going to dances. She then started working as a cleaner and waitress in various hotels and guest houses. At the age of 20 she married her husband and had three children, setting up their family home in Coburg where she has lived for most of her life. She said staying away from alcohol was the biggest lesson life had taught her.

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Mabel Handasyde, 100


I wouldn’t change anything. I don’t think I’d do anything that I didn’t do, I don’t think I did anything that I shouldn’t have done. If I died tonight, I’d be satisfied.

A young portrait of Mabel Handasyde that was a gift to her husband.


Mabel Handasyde grew up in Mount Evelyn, north-east of Melbourne, before moving to the city as a teenager. Knitting and dancing were her favourite things to do when she was a young woman. She worked at Harbig’s flower factory in Hawthorn for 40 years, where she arranged flowers. It was there that she met her husband Frederick, who she married in 1939. She said good living and good food had kept her g

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Roy Pedder, 100


The most successful moment of my life was the day I started my suspension business. While we struggled to eat in the first few years, it gradually got bigger and bigger and bigger and we became quite famous. I was 93 or 94 when I finished up.

Roy Pedder pictured third from left with his brothers in country Victoria.


Roy Pedder grew up in Piangil in country Victoria where his father sank dams for soldier settlers. They later moved to near Mildura to farm wheat. After the family lost the farm, Roy, then in his early 20s, and his brother travelled across Victoria on their push bikes, working in fruit picking and mail boat delivery. They then snuck onto The Ghan and headed to the Northern Territory, where Roy worked in gold mining and on the rails. He was in Tennant Creek when the war broke

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Stella Shaw, 100


Once I no longer had a husband, I was rushed by a number of men who felt that I was going to need their services, and I didn’t fancy any of them. I had only ever really known one man, Chester. He was my one love and he was wonderful.

Stella Shaw pictured with her husband on their wedding day.


Born in Bondi, Stella’s father Harry Thompson was a cycling champion and master builder. During the Great Depression, Stella was pulled out of boarding school because her father’s family building business was almost sent broke, and in the meantime they survived by farming chooks. In her teens and early 20s, Stella travelled the world and saw Mussolini speak in Rome. She was in England helping to assemble gas masks when the radio announcement declaring war

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Jean Forster, 101


I loved to dance. My brother and I used to love going to the football and we had a penny to spend. I had a lovely life. I don’t worry about anything, what’s the use in worrying? It doesn’t get you anywhere.

Jean Forster in Sydney, 1941.

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Born in Carlton, one of seven children, Jean had a twin brother named Eric and had another set of twins amongst her siblings. A mad supporter of Essendon Football Club, she went to school with club legend Dick Reynolds. She went on to work as a dress maker and had one child with her first husband. She later married her second husband, Reg, and had another three children, setting up their family home in Ormond. When Reg retired they travelled the world together.
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Sarah Wilson personal issues with auto-immune disease and what came of it.

Saturday, November 22nd, 2014

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Sarah Wilson is well known for her ‘I Quit Sugar’ movement. 

I’VE wrestled with an auto-immune disease for half my life.

I got Graves disease (an overactive thyroid which saw my hair fall out and 15kg drop off my quite slight frame in less than four weeks) when I was 21. I “cured” myself via diet and rest. At 27, I then got Graves disease in my left eye. Random, yes. I had that Jeff Goldblum bulgy-eye thing going on …in one eye. Again, I “cured” myself, this time with diet and acupuncture, in the time it took for me to get to the top of the operation wait list (three month).

Then, five years ago, I was stopped dead in my tracks with Hashimoto’s, or underactive thyroid. I was the editor of one of the biggest magazines in the country at the time. But wound my health down until I was left infertile, unable to walk or work. Since then I’ve been on a slow slog of a mission to “cure” myself again.

I looked into gluten, cosmetic toxins and, of course, sugar as causes. I investigated hereditary factors, too. My grandmother had both Graves and Hashimoto’s. Of course, all such factors contribute to the knotted ball of wool that makes up my illness. But try as I have, I’ve not been able to extract the start of the thread. I haven’t been able to pinpoint the original physical cause. Was it from being raised on my poor family’s diet of day-old bread (pretty much a staple of my childhood; Mum bought it using a pig farmer’s licence for 10 cents a loaf)? Was it my insomnia that I developed aged 8? Was it the mercury I played with in the tool shed as a kid? Am I a canary down the mineshaft for our toxic planet? All questions I know pretty much all 23 million (and growing, fast) auto-immune disease sufferers in the US ask daily. (Australian figures are at one and a half million … and rising.)

Over 20 years of wrestling and putting on a bright face and having “thyroid days” that leave me unable to leave a dark room, I’ve come to learn if there is such a cause, it’s definitely got an emotional basis.

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Sarah Wilson was the editor of Cosmopolitan magazine and has been the host of MasterChef. Source: Supplied

When I’m asked, as I often am, “What caused your disease?” I have to be frank and say – once all angles are ironed out – everything points to … anxiety. Or as I like to put it, a profound, visceral, itchy dis-ease with myself.

I always say that I can spot an “auto-immune type”. They have an intensity about them, a desire to impress. They’re always the ones at the front of my lectures, frantically taking notes. They have an air of ‘I’m not good enough as I am’. I know as I write this, many heads out there are nodding.

A while back I watched TED talk by Dr. Habib Sadeghi, an American “healer to the stars”, in which he cites self-hatred as the real cause of chronic disease, particularly in women.

It rung loud and true for me. Singling out women might strike as you odd. But the US National Institute of Health estimates 75 per cent of auto-immune sufferers are women.

The disparity between men and women is even worse when you look at Hashimoto’s (10 women have the illness for every one man).

The occurrence of auto-immune disease is so prevalent among women that a study published in 2000 declared it the tenth leading cause of death for all women, across all categories, between the ages of 15 and 64.

The gist goes like this…

* Illness is what happens when women, the nurturers of humanity, forget how to nurture themselves. Word!

* He draws parallels to dirt. Excessive ploughing and unmindful practices by farmers ruins the grass that keeps our soil grounded and healthy. Land is then left barren, exposed, degraded and stripped of its life-giving power. Which means when hard times strike – like a severe drought – the once-nutrient rich soil becomes lifeless dirt, devoid of any nourishing or nurturing capabilities. There’s no resilience. And humanity starves.

Got the parallel with self-care?

* So, when we don’t have the proper tools to nurture our grassland – our spiritual ecosystem, if you will – the soil of our soul becomes exposed to negative stuff. And humanity starves.

“It dries up, loses its nourishing capabilities and blows away, leaving us completely ungrounded. How many people do you know who are flighty, scattered or addicted to drama? They’ve lost their resilience, the ability to nourish and nurture their soul through the ups and downs of life.”

* What does it mean to nourish our grassland? My take is this: not constantly doubting and putting the breaks on emotions, innocently and authentically responding to things, being able to cradle and accommodate our own (sometimes extreme and erratic etc) emotional responses rather than relying on external things (other people, drugs, gurus). So that we don’t “end up living in a spiritual dustbowl of self-judgment, hopelessness, and cynicism”

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Sarah has tried to heal herself with healthy eating but believes the real cause of her illness is anxiety.

* Self-hatred is the biggest impediment to cradling ourselves, especially in women. This self-hatred emerges from thinking we’re not adhering to the ideals set out for us.

“We’re constantly putting women up against standards they can’t possibly meet. When you can’t be the ideal wife, mother, girlfriend, teacher, cook, church volunteer, corporate executive and activist at 20 pounds below your healthy body weight, what’s left but to silently (and subconsciously) hate yourself because you’re not perfect?”

And so … self-hatred causes auto-immune disease, which, boiled down, is the body attacking itself.

So how to heal?

With self-love. I rarely know what this means and it mostly seems a bit “motherhoody” to me. But I can see how key it is. You can do all the tests, elimination diets and treatments you like, but, boil it all down, there’s always a sneaking feeling that it’s more than the gluten or the toxin or the hereditary predisposition. Right?

Sometimes I sit and really feel what’s behind a flare up. The only feeling there, behind the pain and shittiness, is a cringy, self-flagellating, forward-lunging anxiety. It’s always there, whatever the flare. The same feeling.

So in some ways the solution is really much simpler and life-enriching than constantly seeking a cure, a fix.

As one of my favourite quotes reads: “There’s no need to fear the future because we know that so long as constant change is life’s nature, survival doesn’t go to the fittest, but to the most resilient—and resiliency always resides in the richest soil.”

Henry Sapiecha

Spider burrowed into appendix scar, crawled through man’s body

Thursday, October 16th, 2014

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The spider resulted in a “searing sensation”. Photo: Shanelle Miller

If Bali belly, dengue fever and dangerous drinks have not been enough to put you off taking a holiday to Bali – perhaps the story of “spiderman” will.

West Australian man Dylan Thomas may now be joking about whether he’ll develop “superpowers” but on the weekend he was experiencing a “searing sensation” as a spider that had made its way into his abdomen through an old appendix scar, crawled underneath his skin, all the way up to his sternum.

The horrifying incident happened while the Bunbury man, now known as ‘spiderman’ to his friends, was holidaying on the Indonesian island.

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He told Radio 6PR about the experience.

“It wasn’t really a tickling sensation, obviously once the venom started to affect my skin it was a really burning sensation like a searing feeling,” he said.

Mr Thomas said he believed the spider had burrowed into his abdomen on Friday night as he noticed a mark on his stomach on Saturday morning that continued to worsen.The mark the spider left on Thomas’ trunk.An initial visit to a doctor on Sunday saw him diagnosed as having been bitten by an insect and sent away with antihistamines

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Mr Thomas spent another day with the arachnid tunneling inside of him, before going to a hospital.

“Well after running tests and putting things inside my stomach they finally found out it was a tropical spider that’s been living inside of me for the last 3 days, managed to get it out luckily,” he told his Facebook friends.

Two doctors who initially assessed him “had no idea” what was causing the marks on Mr Thomas’s skin until they called in a specialist dermatologist.

The spider was eventually removed with tweezers. It was dead when pulled out.

Mr Thomas said the experience had ruined his first trip to Bali.

Henry Sapiecha