Cancer: The Big Money Game
A friend of mine died last week – a very good and kind man. They say it was cancer. But, like so many others before him it was likely the treatment, not the cancer.
A couple of years ago a scan showed a shadow developing on one side of his brain. One oncologist said, nothing too concerning, certainly not aggressive. Two others said, “Yikes!! Horrible, start radiation tomorrow!” So, my friend dutifully went with the men who created the most fear. He immediately started a protocol of chemo and radiation 5-days a week for 6 weeks. I saw him partway through. He was thin, had burns on his neck, diminished vitality, and was balding. I asked why he did it and he said “They scared me, Regina.” Indeed, they scared him to death.
My tears were both grief and anger last week. This is simply a prelude to reading the following article, but one that matters to me. It’s all I can do to hold my tongue when I see pink ribbons or come-ons for Cancer Institutes. The barbarism needs to stop, but its totally up to us to stay out of the fear my friend, and our loved ones, have experienced so we can think clearly and create a strategy for our healing that is sound.