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I’m definitely going to rant tonight. I’ve spent the last three days on an information binge (overload), since my husband was diagnosed with advanced lung, liver and lymph node cancer on Monday afternoon. A rant at fate? A rant about men refusing to see doctors? Hardly.

This rant is about the medical profession in our country, their lack of time to work with patients as whole beings, and their lack of real concern - possibly due to over-scheduled patients, stacked to the rooftops in their offices like so much cattle.

Don’t ask me the reason WHY people get cancer. I don’t care why. I just know that my husband is in a fight for his life, and that he’s been trying to tell four different doctors all year that something was very, very wrong. They decided that the rattling in his lungs must be allergies. It’s because he smoked for fifty years. (He quit two years ago). It’s because he’s sixty-seven. Whatever.

Nowhere along the line, beginning in January, did one of them decide an X-ray might be in order; or, what about some blood work? Maybe a real investigation into this… maybe just five minutes of listening to him try to explain what doesn’t feel right? None of this happened. He’s been a good patient. He took his allergy medicine. He controls his diabetes with a careful diet… he’s been losing weight for two years, steadily and carefully following every instruction. I’m not ranting about him.

Now, he goes in for a sore rib cage due to long coughing bouts. We’ve all had the flu, so it’s not a real concern. What do they find? Cancer. Lots and lots of cancer.

We’re already part of the underground. It only took a few phone calls, each leading to another and another and another to get a clear picture of what’s ahead for us. We’re not doing it. We’re not doing the chemo, the radiation, the surgery, the soul-killing race to use toxic poisons to kill toxic cells, the round of specialists who see each organ as a being on its own. He has decided not to be a rat on a wheel (or in a lab), and I’m proud of him.

We’ve learned early, by talking to dozens of cancer survivors, that the success stories are the ones in which the patient cured himself, by taking responsibility for the disease, and taking charge of his/her own treatment.

We knew we were on the right path yesterday, at his first appointment with a lung specialist. After hearing he could expect to live between three and six months… they didn’t even biopsy. They set the appointment for this NINE days from now… there goes 10 percent of his time (supposedly) left to live. He could die from waiting…

And that’s just the lung guy. There’s a liver guy, an oncologist, and god knows how many other “ogists” we will meet along the way. They refuse to give odds, they refuse to predict. There are no guarantees.

Come to find out, there’s a very simple reason for this. Their success rate is not too damn good. There are cures out there that they don’t even know about, and the reason is money. There are natural cures with huge success rates, survivors who will give predictions all day long… and natural substances that don’t get the clinical trials, because they can’t be patented. It’s that obvious. No patent, no payday. No pharmaceutical company would touch it with a ten foot pole.

There’s so much to learn, and we’ve got to do it quickly. We’ve got a team of specialists we trust. SURVIVORS. Long-term survivors who have taken their cancer into their own hands, managed their own health, and lived to tell the tale - years later.

We’re not idiots. We are not taking chances with his health by turning our backs on traditional medicine. We are just doing this in reverse. We’re going to trust ancient methods that worked just fine before the FDA was ever thought of. Chemo and radiation are our LAST RESORT, not our first choice.

The best part is… my husband is in “fight mode.” It’s awesome to see. After months of a dismal depression, we finally know why. Now that he has a name for his malaise and moody, melancholy state of mind, he is ready to go. That alone will save him, because he is a powerful personality with little fear and a great spirit within him. What he does best is to teach and inspire, and now, he has inspired himself - to live.

For those who are wondering, we are following a program first written about by Dr. Rath. It begins with a fast and cleansing for seven days, beginning next Wednesday. After this, we will adopt a very strict vegan diet, raw foods, and a complete focus on enzyme rich foods, which will cleanse the system and allow his own body to fight this war. We have already met dozens of survivors; optimistic, healthy people who cured themselves. Not one of them, even those who had chemo and radiation, have embraced that path.

Unlike the doctors, they DO assure him of success, they will give odds, they are confident, and they are ALIVE. They all tell stories of friends who took the other route, who “are no longer with us.” We’ll follow them, and I plan to document the entire case study as we go. I am confident of his success, and now that this war is personal, I’ll be ranting about this subject in many places.

Anne Pierson
Editor

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