Ms. Hoang Ha from Hai Duong in northern Vietnam spent a small fortune and looked far and wide in vain for treatment for her cancer. In hopelessness four years and three surgeries later, she says she was miraculously cured when she put faith in a remedy that was already right at her doorstep.
Up until my late twenties, I was generally a healthy person, living a normal life in our northern Vietnam town.
It was in 2009, at the young age of 29, that I became aware of my pre-cancer of the larynx. That was the beginning of my years-long struggle with the horrible disease that is becoming ever more prevalent in Vietnam. According to the World Health Organization, Vietnam is among the countries with the highest rates of cancer fatalities. It’s estimated that about 315 people per day die from cancer in Vietnam.
It was due to suspicion of an infection that took me to the doctor for a checkup. At first, I received simple remedies for a sore throat, but months went by and I wasn’t cured.
Eventually I went to a major hospital in the capital, Hanoi, and underwent different tests. The results were clear: A laryngeal tumor had formed on my left vocal cords.
The doctor suggested that I have an operation to cut away parts of the tumor, as removing the tumor entirely would leave me without voice.
That was my first operation. I was sent home with many medicines, but three months later I lost my voice. I would use all of my might to speak, but the sound was so weak that others could barely hear what I said.
I kept taking my medications for several more months, but eventually I couldn’t go on any longer. I returned to the hospital and, much to my dismay, was told that the tumor had regrown.
I asked the doctor to explain, and it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head when he replied: “Don’t you know? You have a laryngeal papilloma. It cannot be cured.”
I thus learned that my husband had kept hidden from me the results of the biopsy tests after my first operation.
I did not want to accept the truth. I re-did every single test, including the biopsy, in the hopes that the earlier test results were wrong.
But the doctor told me the tumor had in fact spread to the right vocal cords and that I needed to have another surgery right away. If the tumor got any bigger, I would die, he said, as the tumor would block the air passageway in my throat. The only option then would be to pierce a hole in my neck so I could breathe, and I would have to live with that hole for the rest of my life.
No Cure
I took my medical records to a leading professor in the field of ear, nose, and throat diseases, hoping to find out about the latest research and treatments. But I felt even more hopeless after he told me that my disease remained “a big question mark” in his field. “If the tumor gets bigger, you will need to have surgery again,” he said.
Then I took my records to an old friend who is also a doctor in that field. He told me that, with the best treatment, I could maybe live to be 50.
Another leading doctor I consulted said that even if I went to the United States to get more advanced medical care, my disease would not be cured. What’s more, I could eventually lose my vocal cords if I kept undergoing surgeries.
I had no choice but to have my second operation at that time, a year after my first surgery. I carried a faint hope and felt like I was in the middle of the “Hunger Games,” as everything was so unpredictable. Unfortunately, the second surgery left me with even less ability to speak.
It was at this point that my husband and I started looking for alternative treatments for my cancer. This quest took us all over Vietnam, trying remedies that I never thought I would consider.
Then I took my records to an old friend who is also a doctor in that field. He told me that, with the best treatment, I could maybe live to be 50.
In Search of Cure
Once, we went to see an herbal doctor in Phu Tho province who specialized in treating cancer. You could call his treatment very “unique”: drinking the substance extracted from the liver of toads.
The worst part of that trip was seeing the other patients, most of whom were in serious condition in the final stages of cancer. I was haunted by their appearances, imagining myself in the future being in the same condition. Each day I witnessed patients passing away one by one, a harrowing scene.
When my “treatment” ended without a cure, I came home with huge anxiety and fear and continued searching. I traveled to other provinces, such as Quang Nam, Vinh Phuc, and Hung Yen, to seek answers in traditional medicine.
I even flew in a helicopter on one trip to see a specialist in a remote area. I looked for for treatment anywhere I could think of. I didn’t want to die. I was too young, and my children were still very small.
I even flew in a helicopter on one trip to see a specialist in a remote area. I looked for for treatment anywhere I could think of. I didn’t want to die. I was too young, and my children were still very small.