They stare with hospice eyes while I talk, nodding like bobbleheads, not hearing a fucking thing. Yeah, they’re kind, they’re nurses, they’re doing their job. But I’m not here to be managed. I’m here to burn this bitch down metabolically.
Just had my chemo pump yanked. Two days of poison drip, 2ml a minute, straight into my bloodstream like some sick IV carnival game. And you know what?
I feel fucking invincible.
No nausea.
No diarrhea.
No neuropathy.
No pity-party.
Just me, 100+ hours deep into a fast, ketosis cranked to war mode, THC humming in my brain like jazz on fire.
Yesterday, I was skateboarding through the Texas heat with chemo strapped to my waist like a ticking bomb and I didn’t miss a beat. I’m not surviving cancer. I’m dragging it into the alley and breaking its fucking teeth.
So here’s the gospel for anyone facing the gauntlet: before chemo, you fast. I mean real fasting. No bone broth, no “dirty keto,” none of that influencer bullshit. Just water. Salt. Maybe some MCT. You turn your body into a biochemical sniper nest.
Start 48–72 hours before infusion. Ride it through chemo. End when the poison stops dripping. That’s the Kill Switch. That’s your shield.
What happens if you don’t?
You’ll get the full symptom parade: vomiting, burning hands, fogged-out brain, sugar spikes, depression, cold limbs, maybe even mouth sores that make you pray for silence.
But me? I ate nothing. I let my mitochondria fight. I trusted biology, not bureaucracy.
And today, I walk away clear-eyed and undefeated.
You think that’s ego? Good. Ego's part of survival.
I met a guy in the blood draw chair who said, “You just have to trust the process.” I looked him in the eye and said, “No, sir. You have to do your fucking homework.”
So read. Ask questions. Don’t let the white coats sedate you into submission. You are your protocol now.
And if you want the full breakdown, the science, the why, the blood-glucose voodoo behind it. I wrote the blueprint. Click the link, read the thing. Or don’t. That’s your funeral.
Me? I’m about to eat like I earned it. Because I did.
#fuckcancer
#killswitchprotocol
#notesfromthefireescape
Read this on Substack where it first appeared — if you’re into that sort of thing.
