“I spent the next six months of whatever time I could spare from writing my eighteenth novel editing the material, all the while knowing that the biggest challenge remained credibility. We had lost my father to cancer before I had met Grinstein, but Dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Harvey, had recently been diagnosed with Glioblastoma. He had undergone two major brain surgeries and still the tumor came back. There were no other options, but I had access to a supply of GC-6000 for him — and he REFUSED IT, as if using it would defy his doctor!
“Steve, if there was a cure for Glioblastoma, don’t you think my oncologist would know about it?”
“Unfortunately, that was not the first time I had heard this response. Soon after Ed was told by his oncologist he tested cancer free, I had gone on a pancreatic cancer patient site, believing I could tell them my friend’s story and direct them to his game-changer, only to be attacked, accused of selling snake-oil and literally cursed at before being tossed from the site. They had repeated word for word what my favorite uncle had said to me. Sadly, it was the last thing he ever said to me. He passed away a month later in home hospice care.
“As convincing as the testimonials are,” Alten said, “I realized what we were missing was someone a new cancer patient could relate to — someone who had just been diagnosed with cancer but hated their treatment options, and were willing to give the GC protocol a chance.
“I just never imagined the new cancer patient would be me.”
On September 4, 2022, Alten and his wife traveled to NY to attend their daughter’s engagement party. Just after midnight, the bestselling author found himself in a NYC hospital emergency room in tremendous pain as his small intestine twisted into a knot, caught on scar tissue from a previous operation.
“Emergency surgery was scheduled for 7 a.m. The plan was for my surgeon (Dr. Anton Kelly) to open me up, pull my intestines out onto a surgical table and attempt to work out the kink while cutting away scar tissue,” Alten explained. “There were three possible outcomes and only one was good. Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, ‘I think I saw a tumor on your right kidney on the CT scan … it looked malignant. We’ll need to schedule a biopsy.’
“My first thought was, really, you’re telling me this now? My second was denial. Everything I had read said cancer was very rare among PD patients, the two diseases on the opposite ends of the medical spectrum. Besides, I was in excruciating pain from stomach muscles that were involuntarily contracting to keep the alien in my belly from bursting through my stomach, so I just filed it away as a benign cyst and hung on and prayed,” Alten continued. “Somehow, I made it to the OR where Dr. Kelly saved my life … the first time. The second time was a month later when a biopsy of my right kidney revealed a ticking time bomb … and that’s how the Universe saved my life AND provided me with a volunteer — someone credible, with skin in the game … and a vendetta.
“I was there when the oncologist told my father that the melanoma that had been removed from his cheek years ago had metastasized into his lung and that it was terminal. I was there when he passed two months later. Three years ago my uncle. Last year my wife’s mother … then her sister — enough!
“This time cancer screwed with the wrong guy. ‘Hey Big C, I’ve got something special for my P-53s … a little gene pick-me-up we call GC … as in Gone Cancer. Now you’re the one who has two to three months to live … b*tch.'”
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