Life and toxicity in a chemo ward.

***Of people born after 1970,
statistically, 1-in-2 will devlop a cancer.***

I've shared a room with others, each of of us dutifully following the oncologist's direction, connected to a drip that's feeding toxins into a vein in the left forearm. The site of entry had first to be flushed with a saline solution, because should the chemo come into direct contact with surrounding tissue, severe internal damage would occur.

I've later experienced the resultant feeling of helplessness and despair as daily I consumed the other 6 prescribed tablets: a hormone tablet to replace a shattered hormone source,  one intended to overcome the nausea, one to protect the filtering kidneys, and others to further protect the body from opportunist viruses and bacteria from its now defenseless state.

If I don't treat my body in a manner that it accepts with joy, there are many others who are only too pleased with their artifice to experiment on it. Despite the trillions spent on research, and you may have read stories of remarkable discoveries in cancer treatment:  they have more or less come to nought.

I've battled with internal demons that frightened me with "what if?"s.

Then paradoxically, along with an ensuing drug induced deafness, comes the enlightenment that things don't have to be this way.

And when the discovery is made, with certainty, that more people die of chemotherapy than they do of cancer, it's a startling illumination that in my case has corrected a false perception of modern doctoring.

Each of these hellish treatments lasts an hour,
followed by four weeks giving the body
time to recover ... before the next onslaught.

I was scheduled seven treatments in all, but refused the remainder after the first one.

Needless to say, an oncologist wouldn't try this out on himself in order to experience it and empathise with his patients.

Many sources claim that after heart conditions and cancer, the third cause of death is prescription drugs. I now feel that treatment of cancer, and ensuing death by chemotherapy, elevates pharmacy to the prime cause of our early demise.

The smoke and mirrors used by conjurers to fool an audience have been transformed into the modern day illusion of pharmacy to which student doctors must bend the knee in medical school.

How does this leave you feeling? Are you able to even consider the idea?

For me it took a cancer, a dance with lymphoma,
to shatter the illusion that conventional wisdom had given me.

Statistically, one of every two people born after 1960
will be offered the only state sanctioned treatment offered
for advanced he or she will develop.

A couple of recent series on television have put people on a junk food diet. In only three weeks, two persons have developed life-threatening symptoms. In the other program a volunteer, from being healthy, developed full-blown type 2 diabetes in just 4 weeks.

It was undeniable proof that what you eat, to a very large extent, can influence the health of your mind and body.

I was fortunate in working for a company that paid my salary. In another case  one might not be so fortunate, a life turned completely upside down for both health and financial reasons.

Be careful what you eat my friends.

It may be a hardship giving up what you think you like, but the long-term benefits are undeniable, and I can testify to that.

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