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.
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)
Early morning, I drank my coffee while looking at a photo of my youngest son and I taken back in 1986. Instinctively I reached out and started stroking his cheek. “My little boy,” I sighed and tears came as I remembered the delights of motherhood and how soon the years of our life pass.
As I sat and prayed, the tears continued as I thanked God for His favor towards me all these years. I recalled a conversation with a young married Christian woman last night. This life is fleeting, I told her, live your life now with eternity in mind.
Just now I came across this article.
May it remind us all of the big picture.
It came to me suddenly this morning that I have been an eternity seeker all my life. From the youngest age I wept prayers to Jesus and felt sorrowful seeing His death portrayed every Easter. Although I lost the way in my youth, Jesus found me and by His amazing grace He leads me towards eternity today.
Here is another eternity seeker, the actor who portrayed Jesus in the Passion of the Christ. I just love what he says at 27:00, “Brothers and sisters you weren’t meant to fit in (to the world) you were meant to stand out!”
Stand out for Jesus and bless His Holy name
He is the Way, the Truth and the Life.
Back in the 90’s here in India there was a major advertising campaign that went something like this:
Pay 500 rupees today and save yourself several lac in the future.
(A lac is a unit of currency here – Google it)
The service being advertised was a sex determination test whose sole purpose is to detect whether you are carrying a female child. Now this next bit of information I will reveal makes me sick and sad so be warned.. if you can’t imagine life without your daughter and all your cute little grand daughters and nieces…
Here in India, in the last seven years,there has been over 42 MILLION girl babies aborted.
6,000,000 per year
500,000 per month
over 100,000 per week.
This means that on any given day over 14,285 Indian women wake up to the fact that they are getting dressed to travel somewhere to get undressed and with their legs parted they take part in the murder of an unborn child.
By some strange, quirky irony there are now signs in clinic windows and news articles bemoaning ‘our missing daughters’. Apparently since the gruesome pack rape in Delhi (the news has gone viral worldwide) Indian politicians are trying to make amends to the female species by offering primary school girls extra finances toward their education.
Trouble is, they are having a hard time finding enough girls to hand them out to.
Doh, I wonder why??
Man, without God is a most pathetic creature indeed.
If you have the stomach, read on:
Warning! This is graphic