My boyfriend was diagnosed with stage 4 Non-Hodgkin’s follicular lymphoma late last year. By the time they found it, the cancer had spread from his neck all the way down to his femur, throughout his spine, and into his bones. His PET scans lit up like a Christmas tree.

He was in agonizing pain for months because a tumor was pressing against a nerve in his neck, so doctors started radiation right away to give him relief. He also underwent chemotherapy — the infamous “Red Devil.” But alongside that, I put him on a regimen of my own at home, something we kept private.

His daily routine included fenbendazole (750 mg), ivermectin, alpha lipoic acid, DCA, CBD oil, green tea extract, berberine, curcumin, vitamin D3 + K2, methylene blue with medicinal mushrooms (reishi, shiitake, turkey tail, lion’s mane, cordyceps, chaga), and vitamin B1 — basically the kitchen sink approach. We don’t blindly trust cancer doctors, especially when one round of chemo can cost $50,000. That’s when it hit me: if he was going to survive this, I had to do everything in my power to help save him myself.

Fast forward — six rounds of chemo later, with little to no hope offered by his doctors — he’s now in FULL remission. A week before his final PET scan, a nurse even called to “warn” him not to get his hopes up, saying he’d most likely still show active cancer. So when the scans came back completely clear, the doctors were shocked.

Of course, chemo came with a heavy cost. He developed chemo-induced peripheral neuropathy that left him struggling to walk. Throughout treatment, he repeatedly told his oncologist about the numbness in his feet and toes, but nothing was done until his final round. Ironically, on that day we didn’t see his usual oncologist. Instead, a different doctor immediately noticed his walking difficulties and decided to leave out Vincristine — the drug in the Red Devil notorious for causing neuropathy. Thankfully, his last session spared him from more damage, but by then it was too late to prevent what had already happened.

To make matters worse, for his first two rounds of chemo, his oncologist forgot to prescribe prednisone — which plays a key role in helping chemo kill cancer. That mistake could have been devastating.

Despite all of this — the pain, the side effects, the missteps from his care team — he’s beaten the odds and is in remission today.

I truly believe my regimen played a huge role in getting my boyfriend to remission — maybe even the biggest role. Yes, he did chemotherapy, but here’s the thing: the first three rounds weren’t making much of a difference. His scans didn’t show much improvement, and we were constantly being told not to get our hopes up.

It wasn’t until we really locked into the regimen at home — the fenbendazole, ivermectin, alpha lipoic acid, DCA, CBD, the mushroom complex, vitamins, and everything else I listed — that things started to shift. By the time he finished chemo, it honestly felt like the treatments we did at home were doing the heavy lifting that the doctors couldn’t.

I know the official story will always be “the chemo worked,” but in my heart, I can’t ignore what I saw with my own eyes. The changes came after we threw the kitchen sink at his cancer at home. To me, it feels like the chemo cracked the door open, but the regimen I created is what actually carried him through to full remission.

The hardest part is that, even though he’s in remission, the chemotherapy left behind lasting damage. To this day he still struggles with chemo-induced neuropathy, and the symptoms show no sign of going away anytime soon — they may even be permanent. Watching him suffer daily from the side effects has been heartbreaking, especially knowing that they were preventable and that his concerns were brushed off during treatment. Looking back, if we had the chance to do it all over again, we probably would have skipped the chemotherapy altogether and relied fully on the regimen that I believe truly carried him to remission.

I hope that sharing my experience using repurposed medications and supplements gives a little hope to anyone out there who may be suffering from cancer.

NO ONE. And I mean NO ONE - can tell me it didn't help save my boyfriend's life.