This story is a translation of a post on a French blog that tells of the night shift of a physician – a nephrologist – who is the blog owner and the author of the article. Thanks also to WeWee for this introduction, to which we have added some details about two other patients of Simoncini.
DIY cancer treatment
On the web site of Tullio Simoncini, who claims he can cure cancer with baking soda, there is a page on DIY-treatments: it explains how patients can administer their baking soda infusions themselves in their own home. Simoncini’s Dutch patient Marjolein did this too.
Who in the world would believe such nonsense as DIY-treatment for cancer with baking soda? Well, frightened cancer patients to begin with, desperately frightened of having cancer and of the treatments they may have to undergo to save themselves. But then you hear of a ‘doctor’ who promises a 99,9 % cure, without any of the nasty side effects of conventional treatments! When your fear has made you vulnerable and gullible, it is easy to fall into this trap.
A case of advanced bladder cancer
During the night shift, a psychologically unstable man was brought into the intensive care. He was suffering from bladder cancer, had refused all conventional treatment and had been administering sodium-bicarbonate in the bladder himself, as is recommended by Tullio Simoncini.
The cancer, which of course wasn’t cured, had instead advanced and increased in size and had invaded nearby structures, causing a disastrous stenosis (narrowing) of the channel that carries urine from the kidney to the bladder, and an occlusion. The obstruction causes hydronephrosis (accumulation of urine in the kidney) which is a complication that destroys the structures of the kidney and causes renal failure.
In a nutshell: if this is not resolved quickly, it leads to death.
The doctor’s story
We hope the translation is clear to everyone and also shows the challenges and often spooky atmosphere of the night shift in a hospital.
Last Friday I was on call, it’s my day, so to speak. If you call to talk to the nephrologist on call on a Friday, you have 50 to 75% of the time the fortune – or misfortune, depends – to speak with me.
From mid-morning we had been busy with a patient. The patient, a man aged 60, was brought in at the emergency room because of general malaise.
The tests reveal a creatinine 1700 μmol / l (normally less than 120) and a potassium level of 7 mmol / l (normal: 3,5-5,5 mmol / l) (all parameters examining the renal function, these reveal a severe renal insufficiency). They call and ask for an opinion: renal ultrasound, of course and treatment of symptoms.
Shortly thereafter another call:
– Listen, has a bilateral hydronephrosis (no leakage of urine so that it collects in the kidney, stagnating, which can cause serious damage, due to occlusion or narrowing of the uretere which is the channel that conducts urine from the kidney to the bladder ).
– You know, you told me that he had bladder cancer and was released from a clinic two days because of refusing the treatment, we have to do a nephrostomy
– Eh, it is … we are on track to …
An hour later
– The urologists want to know if you agree to removing the stenosis.
“I am a radiologist, you are the nephrologist …”
-Yes, yes, an old and tired doctor who does not feel good at all …
-Listen, I was not able to put nephrostomy catheter, we will retry tomorrow.
-OK … then back again to the patient.
Comes in intensive care at 21.30, the nurse calls me jokingly: “Still one of your shelter from neuropsychiatry, come and see, you’ll …” In fact, I find a nice man, in bed and on the phone. Behaviour somewhat strange, a mixture of paranoia and manic exitement. He wants to reach his doctor in Italy. I begin to ask him something, he insults me and then ignores me. I take his phone. He gets up in bed, grabs the drip and the urinary catheter is out. There’s blood and urine in the bed, and his face is a few inches from my face. A magnificent scene. I want to treat him, he wants to hit me … I am used to this and I try to calm things. Quietly I leave the room, I’m already tired. I am going to check the tests, hoping for an improbable miracle. But there are no miracles in these stories. The creatinine is always 1700, the potassium 6 and he is anemic, with 6 (a low value) hemoglobin. Tomorrow the nephrostomia must be done, it is important that he is quiet then. If need be, we will have to dialyse.
I do not want to fight, to explain what I’m doing for someone with whom I have nothing to do. I prescribe a sedative, I go and check a patient at the ward, around 30-45 minutes later, then I change.
Back into the room.
– “Ah, look at him, now he has put a pedal bin liner over his head!”
For those who do not know, the clothing for the insertion of a central venous route (when it is difficult or impossible to find a peripheral vein, arm, hand, for example, we must find another important central vein, such as carotid or femoral artery, which is more difficult, painful and risky) consists of a hat, which indeed is somewhat like a pedal bin liner, sterile gloves and coat.
I put on a smile.
When I explain what I am about to do, he makes one joke after another. Continues to play with words; frankly, it seems obsessive, often he speaks only in bites. It must be said that his life has evolved around his genital organ for the past months. Always somewhat of an obsession for a man, in this case it is pure folly. I play his joking game along, so does the nurse, but the bottom line is kind.
Gloves, syringe, the anaesthetic, the needle, find the femoral vein rather quickly, the canule, comes easily. Short break to explain everything to the trainee who thinks I’m going too fast. The most unpleasant moment with a 14 inch catheter is dylated. It hurts and bleeds especially when it is filled like a balloon (water and salt) (hydronephrosis due to edema also very severe, and fluid retention and electrolyte) and is the case of my new friend.
He jokes less now that we start to mount the catheter. I move the catheter upwards, the machine is mounted, I connect him to the machine, fortunately it all goes quickly. Between the pain, the rush of adrenaline, renal failure and medications (sedatives and painkillers) he falls asleep.
The night passed quietly. The next day, quick tests, I’ll just give it a shot. Despite dialysis, his creatinine was still 1200, this is not the biggest problem, but his potassium is still more than 6, we start again with another two hours of dialysis.
He is still pretty crazy and maniacal. He lets himself go, his talking is without head or tail, no problem. The nephrostomia succeeded Saturday afternoon, he no longer needs dialysis.
The patient’s history
On Monday he is better, less agitated, more normal. He begins to talk and with the help of his friends, we can now reconstruct his history.
For two years, he had blood in his urine. Knows he has cancer, has refused all conventional treatment for 6 months or a year … it is difficult to know. He found an alternative treatment on the internet. He agreed to inject himself into the bladder with sodium bicarbonate through a catheter, for about 6 months. However, it was a failure, what else could it have been? He cannot accept it, wants to continue on this road. I am angry …
He has a huge bladder tumour, which makes him bleed like a slaughtered pig. The only positive factor: the kidney function is improving and he agrees to meet with the psychiatrist. He is not fond of the urologist; we’ll see what happens.
He tells us of his catheter, his pain, his life revolving round the blood in his urine, of the injections of sodium bicarbonate and again the pain, the joy of seeing clear urine and the disappointment to see the blood reappear. It is pathetic and I cannot help but to have some sympathy for him. He was ruined, made a fool of, and he knows there’s nothing he can do about it. We have 1-2 cases a month like this, prostatic adenomas, bladder cancer; but this is something else. It is truly depressing.
His tumour has grown to such a size that it has invaded the lower ureter. Surgery, if he accepts and if at all possible, may be very disabling and frankly, his prognosis would still be negative. If only we could have treated him two years ago, we could have dealt with it effectively…
He does not want to mention the name of the doctor who has told this damaging story. He describes the ‘therapy’ protocol to exorcise the cancer.
I am curious. I try Google and easily with the right keywords end up on curenaturalicancro.com (the web site of Tullio Simoncini). If you want to laugh, read this bit of pathetic pseudoscientific literature. It is shit (in bold and underlined). It is not rational, it is air, it is nothing. Nothing here is true, it is a delirious concoction from A to Z. This site is dangerous. I can’t help laughing, it is so absurd, this seems to belong in The Imaginary Invalid by Molière. The white fungus in the middle of all cancers it says on the web site, it is a ridiculous amalgam, and sodium bicarbonate that heals everything. It is really funny, it is a travesty.
I laugh when I read about the ridiculous treatments, I would laugh all night if I didn’t have this patient in his bed in intensive care. He believed and perhaps still believes, probably less, but admitting that you have committed an idiocy is always difficult … it is intensely sad.
We should ban this site, stop and prohibit this charlatan to speak. I do not know how to do it, I do not know how to report this scam. Until I had this patient, I would not have imagined that one could believe such a pile of nonsense, it’s a scandal.
I love the internet, navigating it for hours on end and I love the space and sense of freedom. But when I see these kinds of sites and the results I have doubts. I know, it’s only technology, but still …
Certainly this patient would have met another charlatan in his own way if the network had not existed, but the internet is such an amplyfier…
Advice to cancer patients
We must always keep our critical attitude, doubting miraculous remedies and conspiracy theories, such as the one about supressed mircacle cures for cancer.
Cancer patients and those seeking information on treatment for this disease: beware of this man and his false promises. Tullio Simoncini has never shown one single case of cure from any illness. All the testimonials and stories on his web site have been evaluated by WeWee, who is a doctor, and by jli, who is a pathologist, and found to be false, manipulated, inaccurate and without the slightest evidence for any efficacy of his treatment. When you value your health, then contact a doctor and not a ‘healer’.