Here are some words from Martin about his story and how the Torus Stone saved him.
(Martin Adams)
I carried the torus stone with me every single day for a month before everything From around mid-July 2021, .

Then, during the first week of August 2021, I heard the words that broke the world open beneath my feet:
“Stage 3 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.”
One sentence, and suddenly the weight of my own body felt heavier than it had ever felt before.

On 12 August 2021, I started chemo. I was supposed to have 16 sessions — the full frontline protocol for advanced Hodgkin’s in South Africa. Sixteen drips. Sixteen battles. Sixteen days where poison would go in

Instead, this became my reality — every second Thursday

12 August 2021

26 August 2021

09 September 2021

23 September 2021

07 October 2021

Five sessions.
Five.
Just a fraction of the sixteen I was meant to complete.

Chemo didn’t just fight the cancer — it fought me. It hollowed me out. It eroded my strength. my appetite, my sleep — even my thoughts felt like they were dissolving. By early October, my body and mind were exhausted in ways I cannot fully explain. I was supposed to keep going until the end of the year. I wanted to. I really did. But my body hit the wall, and I couldn’t push it any further.

And through all of this, the torus stone stayed with me. Every single day. Until 8 October 2021, when Michael finally took it back. Almost like whatever protection it offered was no longer needed — or maybe it had done everything it could.

Then came 19 October 2021.
My PET scan in Pretoria.
Me lying still while the machine traced shadows inside my body. I kept thinking about the sessions I didn’t finish — the eleven I skipped. I was terrified the scan would expose that decision as a death sentence.

I waited until the next Thursday, 21 October 2021, to hear the results.

And that was the day the doctor looked at me and said the words I never expected to hear after quitting early:
“You are cancer free.”

Those three words felt unreal. They felt impossible. I had guilt inside me like a stone — guilt for not completing all sixteen sessions, guilt for collapsing before the year was done. But the truth is, despite stopping, despite breaking, despite everything… my body responded. The chemo I did take was enough poison

Looking back now, my timeline feels like a map of war:

Mid-July 2021: I begin carrying the torus stone.

First week of August 2021: Diagnosis — Stage 3 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

12 August 2021: First chemo session.

26 August, 09 September, 23 September, 07 October 2021: Remaining chemo sessions — only 5 out of the expected 16.

08 October 2021: Michael takes the torus stone back.

19 October 2021: PET scan.

21 October 2021: I’m told I am cancer free.

I didn’t complete the full protocol.
I didn’t finish the 16 sessions.
I didn’t make it to the end of the year.

But I survived.
I lived.
And when I couldn’t fight the way the textbooks expected, my body still found its way back to life.

This isn’t a story of quitting.
It’s a story of survival — wild, imperfect, and supernatural

A special thanks to Martin Adams

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