I’m no doctor but I know how to follow a recipe.
After decades in the kitchen I have perfected several dishes that my friends and family truly enjoy. I suck at making scones but can whip up a dreamy galaktoboureko that would make George Colambaris weep. This is because I use the best ingredients and have perfected the recipe over 20 years. If you want galaktoboureko and come to me, I guarantee you will be pleasantly satisfied with what I put in front of you.
As I said, I am not a doctor – even though I always wanted to grow up and become one. The Hippocratic oath a doctor takes basically states, ‘do no harm’ yet every day there is an an oncologist going about cutting limbs and organs out of hapless cancer sufferers who believe the lie that ‘doctor knows best’.
The spiel you might typically hear from them goes something like this:
You have cancer and it is malignant
Surgery is your only option and will be followed by chemo and radiation therapy – to make sure we have gotten all of it
It is vital we treat it immediately and have no time to lose
I am available to perform the surgery next week
The robotic arm I require for your delicate surgery is not available at this hospital but can be expedited for $8000.
(Six hours of surgery later)
The Surgery went well
You will be happy to know we were able to get all the cancer
It was imperative we remove your ……(*insert relevant body part here)
(One, two, three or six months later)
You have an extremely aggressive form of cancer that has metastasised to your left lung/bones/lymphatic system/liver
I have prioritised my schedule to perform your surgery next week, it is vital we remove your remaining…(* insert relevant other bit or bits here)
Further to this surgery I would like to invite you to join a select group of my patients taking part in a clinical trial of SUKA – an exciting new drug being tested in the fight against cancer.
Now I can make it available to you for $4000 a month
I’m sorry but your cancer is not responding to the drug.
There is nothing more I can do for you.
I can arrange a bed in hospice, here is your script for Oxycodone and I have included a referral to Dr Fink, a psychiatrist, if you are feeling depressed or suicidal.
The above scenario may sound cynical and exaggerated but it is based on what happened to my brother Nikk, diagnosed with prostate cancer in January 2011.
He was given two years to live – without any intervention
He chose the robotic surgery (and paid out $8000) which did nothing more than emasculate him, causing grievous pain, humiliation and depression.
Chemotherapy robbed him of vitality – and his hair
His bank account was pilfered $4000 each and every month
He died on December 1st, 2013 one month shy of the doctor’s initial prognosis.
Oncologists, sorry but I don’t rate them even one star.
Not only because of the hoopla they fed my brother but also the false hope they gave to young Ben – a mate of my son’s. In February this year, his PET scan shows he is cancer free and he is allowed to leave the oncologist’s office euphoric at this pronouncement.
Four months later Ben is dead. My son is shattered – especially after raising $65,000 to help Ben out.
This current cancer protocol of radical surgery/chemotherapy/radiation therapy is multiplied thousands of times around the world and to the MAJORITY it gives false hope to both the patient and their loved ones.
Sure, your local cancer council will have you believe that cancer rates are dropping – just keep donating-keep running for a good cause-buy that pink/ yellow/ purple with green stripe ribbon-every dollar helps in finding a cure!
If I cooked as bad as oncologists cure, I would be kicked out of the kitchen!
Take a look around you
How many people do you know who had cancer that are still alive five years later? Do your own research about the toxicity of chemotherapy or how cancer cells behave when they are ‘cut’.
I began to write this in response to an article I read yesterday.
The surgeries performed on this young girl !
The trip to Germany and the promise of alternative therapy AFTER all the damage done by chemo
An exhausting and urgent pursuit by her family to fundraise the thousands of dollars required for her treatment
All now ended.
Christina’s funeral is today.
Perhaps you think I am morbid or cynical or plain angry at the loss of my brother, of Ben, of Christina?
No, I’m angry at the pharmaceutical companies worldwide (Big Pharma)that produce nasty ingredients that oncologists use knowing full well that their ‘recipes’ suck.
The current medical protocol to treat cancer (used for over 50 years) does not work by and large and needs a major review.
In loving memory of my brother, my Dad, my father-in-law, my grandmother, my aunt and my uncle that were not cured of their cancer.
Remember being tucked into bed by your Mum all snug and tight?
This is how I feel when my husband prays for me. There is the authority in his voice that makes me believe that what he prays will come to pass. His prayers reassure me that circumstances will work out no matter how difficult.
Through prayer, he acknowledges that he can not solve all my problems but he knows of One who can.
Husbands, enjoy reading this article then pray for your spouse.
Bill went to work without showering yesterday morning.
We had no water.
Anxiously I call the plumber who recommends he comes by at 3 a.m: the time the water supply replenishes our tank.
Now remember, this is India, so if the plumber says 3 a.m to then 3 a.m it is.
I get up easily and let the plumber in; after all the only access to the water tank is via three flights of internal stairs that lead to the upper terrace. Like a monkey he straddles the outer wall and lands on the roof where the tank sits. Within three minutes he discovers a faulty valve, climbs back down and is gone by 3.10 a.m.
By now my morning tea has awakened me so I take time to sit and pray .
All is quiet as I rock to and fro in my rocking chair remembering all the other early mornings in my life I have sat in God’s presence.
Times after feeding my babies, or before children need to get ready for school, or simply when my needs were so great I could not sleep till I sent prayers for help to heaven.
So this time I begin to thank God for His many blessings, for His goodness and His great mercy towards me.
I begin to sing a verse,
‘Though hast been a shelter unto me
And a strong tower from my enemy
When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock
That is higher than I
That is higher than I.’
From there I begin to confess facets of God:
He is the Alpha and the Omega
The Captain of the Host
The Creator who flung the stars in space
The One who binds the brokenhearted and who sets the captives free
I start to pray fervently for family and friends in need, for those who do not
know of His salvation or who do not have His peace.
With tears of thankfulness for the unmatched privilege of speaking to Him, I say, Amen.
In the quiet I hear the words, ”Psalm 116”.
This is His reply (in part) to me:
I love the Lord because He has heard my prayers
Because he has inclined His ear to me
Therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live.
Gracious is the Lord and righteous
Yes, our God is merciful.
The Lord preserves the simple;
I was brought low and He saved me.
Return to your rest, O my soul
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of His saints.
O Lord, truly I am Your servant;
I am Your servant.
You have loosed my bonds.
I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving,
And will call upon the name of the LORD.
I began Eternity Seeker to urge all who read it that this life is so short and the way we live now determines how and where we will spend eternity.
Through prayer and reading His word, we develop a friendship with God; we get to know Him and understand why Jesus hung on that cross. He came to redeem His people who have fallen asleep, and blindly believe that living in this world is all that really matters.
The night before, I had a dream I was peeping through the curtains looking at a darkened sky when suddenly I was shot like a missile into the clouds.
Having no parachute, I knew that if I fell back to earth I would surely die.
With arms outstretched I said, ”Take me Jesus, I am Yours!”
With that, I woke up and smiled.
I am at peace with Him.
May I pray for your peace too?
(A Gisborne sky 2012)
Here we are in India celebrating 29 anniversaries spent watching the AFL Grand Final.
I am always reminded of how my chauffeur, John O’Donnell was so late in getting me to the church that you thought I had changed my mind about the wedding.
An avid Essendon supporter, John washed and rewashed the car wheels totally mesmerised as his team clawed back from a 23-point deficit to take out Hawthorn.
Neither of our families attended (second marriages don’t count, do they? 🙂 ) except for your dear brother David and most of our church celebrated with happy tears and shouts of Hallelujah!. The minister talked of two shipwrecked lives brought together by God’s grace and made whole by His Holy Spirit.
We drove off into the sunset in our VW bug festooned with wedding ribbons and a picnic basket in the back seat.
It has not been a ‘happy ever after’ marriage but it has been genuine: full of joy, passion, grief, frustration and love.
What I have always told you is that the best is yet to come and much of that is happening right now here in India.
One of my very favourite praise songs is Give Thanks (With a Grateful Heart) especially the line..
‘for what the Lord has done for us’
I found this version-accompanied by sitar and it melts my heart..
It is amazing what God has done for us!
Happy Anniversary, my darling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cYhjpljMFE (with sitar)
Give Thanks ( With A Grateful Heart ) – YouTube. (with lyrics)
Some times we just need to put this life into perspective.
When you start getting bitter or lazy about your faith, when sickness or woes overtake you, read the story of Job in the Bible and watch this video.
Stretch out your hands, stretch them heavenward.
Your Father is here to lift you up.
I received this in my in box today and it is timely for all of us who struggle in our faith, finding this Christian life a tough act.
I confess that there have been days in my life where I have harboured the thought that following Jesus is just too hard – why not just take it easy and enjoy life ”normally” like the majority around me. It is exactly when these thoughts come that I remember I gave up my life at the Cross and that God chose me for His everlasting purpose.
Like Keith Green sang, “I want to be a pleasing child until that final day.”
So get out that rusty Sword of the Spirit, put on your helmet of salvation – the whole armour of God and get back into the battle.
Keep going; the end is in sight!
- The Cast Down Pilgrim (calledworkman.wordpress.com)
Back in 1985 while earnestly praying and fasting for the next step in our life, Bill and I individually received the same word from God. That word was India. Eagerly we sell all our possessions and make our way to attend a missionary conference in Katoomba, NSW and attend interviews for admission to Bible College. In the interview Bill is asked which church we plan to attend. He tells the interviewer that we are between churches as we have not yet decided exactly where we will be worshiping. The interviewer looks at Bill and says, “So you are in limbo?” Now, to Bill, raised a Catholic, this sounds like somewhere near purgatory so he insists we pack up our bags and return home. Meanwhile I have just finished having lunch and sharing our story with the wife of the conference’s guest speaker. She happens to be Reinhard Bonnke’s sister. She places two $50 notes in my hand and says, ”This is to continue your journey of faith.” Bill can not be persuaded to keep going forward so we turn back and go home to our church. After several years of faithful service we once again sell everything and this time go to Missionary College in Tasmania. For countless reasons we fail there too (eviction, miscarriage, zero finances, college policy etc) and come home. Our marriage runs into crisis several times over the preceding two decades but what keeps me going is the promise of India. I turn 50 and the devil scolds me, “So much for your call to India!” I tell him to shut up and remind him that God is not like Man who lies, He is sovereign and I know we heard Him loud and clear calling us to to India.
Now over the years, Bill and I have come on short mission trips to India but when it came time to get on that plane home I would think to myself, “Ginnie, one day you will get to stay.”
The years rolled by, our children marry and we become grandparents. I begin to understand how Abraham’s wife Sarah must have felt about having a baby in her old age! God made what seemed to be a ridiculous promise to her and Abraham.
Along the way, Bill works in various countries: Indonesia, Qatar, U.A.E and Saudi Arabia. Indonesia was a good start as it means, “islands of India” and in Arabia it seemed that I was surrounded by a vast number of Indians so I felt we were heading in the right direction.
Last year a colleague rang Bill asking if he would consider returning to Abu Dhabi to work and we both thought, why not? Two months later we receive word that the project in Abu Dhabi has stalled. Meekly, the colleague then asks, “Would you consider going to India?”
On the 7th November 2012, we presented our passports at the Foreigners Registration Office where we received resident status in India. This allows us to stay for 12 months. Our visa is currently being prepared for the next 12 month stint.
For the past 10 months, as Bill drives, I look out the car window and remark, “We’re in India!” A remarkable healing is taking place here between Bill and I. We have received a fresh Word (Isaiah 43:18) to forget the past. Now we look ahead.
No matter what tomorrow holds, together we have been obedient to the vision.
We are here.
All our tomorrows are now a bonus.
Keep waiting for your vision to come to pass.