There are two sides to every story, but nothing is ever as simple as that – the truth generally lies somewhere in between.
As a daughter who lost her own father to Cancer – just over 12 months ago, and having lived in that heart-wrenching, complex and confusing world of aggressive medical intervention for over three years – something doesn’t sit right.
My children will never meet their Grandad. That colourful library book of knowledge and it’s unique perspective on life is gone forever. I’ll only ever utter the word “Dad” past tense. And instead of spending the later years of my life without my Father, I’ll be spending the majority of my life without my Father – until his untimely end becomes nothing more than a painful speck on a long and distant landscape.
During the three and half years myself and my family spent visiting virtually every hospital across two counties in the North of England; I’ve witnessed hospitals stacked full of fizzy drinks, sugary snacks and the absolute unavailability of anything which even the most nutritionally uneducated could even comedic-ally suggest was healthy.
I’ve anxiously surveyed pain-ridden, emotionally-charged cancer wards to see patients hurtling towards the final exit with bottles of Lucozade, Coca Cola and Ribena by their bedsides. I’ve uncomfortably listened in to NHS-trained, Government employees ask a Man who had already lost one foot, whose face glowed a deathly combination of grey and yellow, whether he would like his “usual” – his usual being a standard cup of instant coffee with two spoons of coffee and two heaped teaspoons of sugars – multiple times per day.
And when I wasn’t on the inside of these soul-suffocating wards full of painfully oblivious sick people, I was on the outside looking in – numbly walking up and down supermarket aisles filled with frankenfoods and the horseshit our government deems it appropriate for multi-national, chemical manufacturers to pedal to our children, and their unwittingly compliant parents.
Our Government recently decided to vote against a tax on sugary drinks. Yet we’re told the NHS will soon be bankrupt due to the obesity crisis and the spiraling number of new Type II Diabetes patients. Something doesn’t sit right. In New Zealand it’s a completely different story.
If you’re healthy, Doctors are the first to tell you to eat more fruit and vegetables, do more exercise and reduce the stress in your life. Paradoxically, if you’re unlucky enough to be diagnosed with Cancer, what does the NHS (Government) employed Oncologist tell you? “Don’t change anything about your current diet or lifestyle”.
Why is that?
Why are NHS Oncologists telling the sickest of patients to carry on regardless?
This is one of the major issues with the Cancer industry, and given that it accounts for many billions of pounds in drugs and invasive, anti-homeostatic treatments – it is, in no uncertain terms – an industry. And it’s fuel for the fire for the conspiracy theorists.
Are our friends and loved ones actually just live, lab rats for this multi-million pound industry to experiment on, until they find that one treatment, which keeps people sick enough to still require treatment but never holistically cures?
What would happen to the Chief Executives’ £1.6 million pound pad in North West London if a cure was found? How would these guys maintain the luxury lifestyles they’re accustomed to if grieving relatives, like myself and my family, stopped donating their hard-earned pounds, in these times of austerity, to the ‘charities’ they steer? And what would become of the fat-cat, drug-pushing pimps at the head of the some of the world’s largest big pharma’s?
It’s simplistic, of course, but nevertheless a question which raises some perplexing scenarios, which are becoming increasingly difficult to blindly ignore.
Having studied Biology at A Level, I know enough about science to know experiments must be conducted under a static set of circumstances – to prevent the results being skewed. This leads me to question whether the, at best unhelpful and at worst fatal, advice to “change nothing” is driven by a need to keep drug-testing conditions as close to baseline as possible.
I was once a supporter of Cancer Research. Of course I was, my Father had Stage 4 Cancer. But during one of the worst periods of his enduring illness, I was sickened to my stomach and angered beyond comprehension to see Cancer Research UK pop up in my Facebook News Feed with a blog post entitled ‘Cancer Myths that Just Won’t Die’. (They’ve since re-worded the title!)
I’ll just let that sit with you for a while…
Cancer Research in the UK is funded by drug companies, public donations and the Government. And one group of these willing donors doesn’t have any power at all.
In the above-mentioned, at best naive and at worst deeply offensive, article – apparently written by PHD Scientists and approved by, no doubt handsomely-paid, Marketing and Public Relations officials – the author listed ten so called ‘myths’ about complementary cancer treatments. One could be forgiven for wondering whether this venomous article was in fact written to silence those who irritatingly continue to question their one-dimensional approach to cancer research.
Last year, £522 Million was donated to Cancer Research UK, but 1600 people still die from the disease every single day, 365 days a year.
Science by it’s very nature is not science when you introduce bias – on either side of the argument. On one extreme of the spectrum: unregulated, unpatentable treatments like snake oil and cannabis are touted by conspiracy theorists as the secret, revolutionary, cure-all cancer treatment. On the other, the smoke and mirrors-style, hugely profitable pharmaceutical industry and pharmaceutical industry-supported charities – headed up by £250,000 per year Chief Executives.
I don’t believe either side of the story. And I don’t believe everything I read. Science, unquestionably, is going to be at the forefront of progress towards reducing the number of lives which are devastated by this disease on a daily basis, but there a two sides to every story and multi-level considerations to be made to find the answer.
I was compelled to write this post, or rant – whatever you want to call it by this video:
I take everything with a pinch of salt, but I’m all for anything which – in the true sense of science – questions the status quo, and these initiatives have considerably less money behind them, so I’m doing my bit to give an alternative perspective the air time it deserves.
I would encourage you to take this article with a pinch of salt too, however, because it was written by a relative of someone who was on the sharp end of Cancer Research’s proud, 50/50 odds.