I ACCIDENTALLY WALK FOR BREAST CANCER, part 3 of 3
As I was writing this, I got an email from our lovely Jamie, a Utah GSG reader diagnosed with breast cancer a few years ago at the age of 33. She reports to me and some of my colleagues and her other friends, her MRI and bloodwork results, showing positive results. She opted out of chemo and radiation, and uses Chinese herbs and other modalities, and a not-all-raw but very whole-foods, very healthy diet.
Jamie says her doc, a guy who practices in natural modalities and is therefore constantly fighting the “system,” wants to support her in continuing with other treatments, or undergo no more than a “mild mastectomy.” (Is that some kind of euphemism? oxymoron? contradiction in terms?)
Jamie reports that her holistic-oriented medical doc “100% supports” her decisions against highly invasive treatment recommended by oncology”
She says that while she has an affected lymph node, she feels it is doing the job of assisting in the detoxification and breakdown of her three small breast tumors, which have now bonded together and decreased in size. She asks the valid question, will my tumors spread and grow more rapidly if I cut out the affected lymph node, while my body valiantly fights the invader?
I asked Jamie some questions, and she wrote back that she’s had several “spats” with oncologists before going her separate ways from them, including one with a Salt Lake-area doc who told her that nutrition has “nothing to do with cancer or health.”
Some practitioners are so humane, and listen to their patients so carefully, and are so aware of how devastating “standard of care” treatments are, that they open their mind to other modalities—while not touching them with a ten-foot pole. Not in the U.S. The career consequences are enormous.
This reminds me of a woman I met in my 10-city travels who said she is a pharmacist but following my program. I asked her, as I always ask medical doctors and drug salesmen and medical sales consultants, how she likes her job. “It pays the bills,” she said, glumly. “But I don’t opt into that world in my personal life.”
One of my recent ex-boyfriends, and one of my high school ex-boyfriends, are a six-figure medical salesman and a PhD pharmacist, and both are prescription painkiller addicts (and S.A.D. addicts) with massive health problems.
I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance of living a GreenSmoothieGirl life while, as that high-school boyfriend put it, “selling drugs to the unsuspecting American public.”
I’m a Conscientious Objector to the practice of mammography. Repeated exposure to mammograms increases breast cancer risk several-fold, according to several studies! I had my first thermal imaging last year in Dr. Leigh-Erin Connealy’s Irvine, CA office, and I will opt for this non-radioactive procedure in the future.
Oncologists applying “standard of care” will not recommend this for you, even though it detects cancer far earlier than mammography can, without burning rays, because our cancer industry has invested billions in infrastructure, and mammography is a $10 billion industry in the U.S. alone. Your insurance won’t even likely pay for thermography. Only those who educate themselves and go out of their way will learn about, and have access to, this safe, effective, diagnostic tool.
The Cult of the Pink Ribbon leverages a dry humor to bond the survivors—of cancer, but also of the deadly treatments—by selling shirts and placards many of the marchers wore and carried in Central Park:
I March For You, My Friend: __________ (you can fill in the blank with a Sharpie at the rally)
Some marchers I saw in Central Park wore a sash, the mark of the survivor. Others carried signs honoring their dead sisters, mothers, friends.
None of these people understand that their dollars line the R&D pockets of drug companies whose “research” validates and rubber stamps, wherever they can until people rise up against unacceptably toxic regimens, the same exact protocols that have massively failed breast cancer victims since Richard Nixon declared war on cancer in 1974.
Our death rate is unchanged. The only way the cancer industry is able to manipulate the data is by earlier detection. Consumers of the advertising don’t understand that catching breast cancer earlier means that more will live, because the healthier patients are more likely to survive the chemo and radiation. Those people would have “survived” their cancer without treatment, too. The manipulated statistics don’t mean that chemo and radiation are working better. Because they aren’t. We have the exact same overall death rate from cancer that we had in 1974—only now a LOT more of us get it.
I felt crazy, on my run that morning, a little bit insane feeling like I’m the only one at the parade who knows the emperor has no clothes. I wish you were there with me. When I turned around and ran against the crowd, back to Times Square, I felt more comfortable.
Running against that current is where I belong. Not because I don’t love my sisters with breast cancer. But because I do.
I felt like I am the only one who knows that burning down a tumor isn’t the same thing as eliminating cancer in the body. That almost all cancer is metastatic. That cancer is a general failure of the immune system, because all of us “have” cancer—just like all of us have candida, and strep, and maybe even MRSA in our bodies, in a thriving ecosystem that has amazing checks and balances.It’s just a matter of whose cancer has gotten out of control, because immune function has gone down for the count.
I felt like I’m the only one there in that huge, beautiful park on fire with fall colors who knows that burning the cancer, or nuking it with poison, isn’t the same thing as a “cure.” Because radiation is the “gift that keeps on giving,” burning and mutating billions of cells in the body, including healthy ones.
At my lecture in Grand Rapids, #3 on my 10-city tour, I found myself expressing my outrage at the cancer industry. I said, “Please let me know if you know ANYONE who has been made whole, made healthy, from chemicals. From radiation. From drugs. I want to hear it. Come talk to me after this lecture, if you know a single person.” Kristin tells me to keep a lid on it, my fury. In Grand Rapids, I said that my grandmother, who survived Stage III metastatic melanoma, called modern oncology “mass murder.”
No one, when I ask for an example of someone who has been made whole and healthy by pharmaceutical means, ever offers up a single example.
Health comes from adherence to simple principles, simple practices. It comes from opting out of the idea that eating chemicals will somehow restore us. It comes from consistently applying the things that cultures all over the world have practiced for thousands of years.Eating simple, clean, unadulterated plants. Looking to plants known to heal, when something goes awry. Removing toxins from the body via the channels of elimination, periodically. Eating foods that are living and symbiotic with the life within us. Drinking clean water. Moving our body, in work or in play, 6 days a week.
Nothing else ever has, ever will, create health. I invite the drug industry to prove me wrong. I won’t hold my breath. But tell me if I’m wrong. IS OUR MEDICAL SYSTEM CREATING HEALTH? The current, broken, profit-driven cancer industry has the “pink ribbon marchers” caught in a massive marketing scheme more subtle than the Holocaust but with just as much misery and loss of life.
I think there are occasions when a cancerous tumor compromises the functioning of a critical organ, and must be decreased in size, at almost any cost. Not very often, though. As we catch the occasional fish in that net, we catch hundreds of others who would more appropriately be treated with different means altogether.
None of this constitutes medical advice. These are my own personal, general thoughts about a culture gone far afield, in its helping and healing professions, with what actually creates that state of health.I am leaving for a two-week trip to Europe, studying non-toxic cancer treatment at five clinics in Spain, Germany, and Switzerland. I want to devote a portion of the rest of my life publicizing what is being done, around the globe, to help people with cancer, that adheres to Hippocrates’ most famous credos:
“First, do no harm.”
“Let food be thy medicine, and medicine be thy food.”