Beware of False Prophets and Bullshitters

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There is a lot of dis-information (and some serious bullshit) floating around the Internet. I was just sucked in to a post on Face Book that was linked to a blog post that claimed to get its information from John Hopkins Medical Center. The information validated my experience regarding my healing from cancer using alternative therapies; specifically diet and lifestyle change.

My emotions took over and I forgot Journalism 101. Cite your sources. I sent the author of the blog post a question, asking where they got their information and never got a response. I asked twice, in case they missed my comment. Still no response and they have communicated to ten other commenters. I know I am being ignored.

I did Google John Hopkins and cancer alternative therapy and Snopes came up. The email from Hopkins is a hoax. I won’t give the name of the blog who is passing on the disinformation because it is probably one of many.

I do want to stress how important it is for all of us to do our own research when we are given information, whether its cancer cures or side effects of medications. We need to be proactive.

I do my best to give accurate information to you but that doesn’t mean I am perfect, however I do list my sources. You are always welcome to challenge me if you think something doesn’t sound right. I will look at this as a good lesson and reminder that not everyone gives careful thought about their content before hitting the “send” button.

Be well!

Inge

Cancer Brings Out the Freaks

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People are human and as humans we say and do things that are inappropriate sometimes, especially when we are in uncomfortable situations. Telling people you have cancer can bring out the best in some and the worst in others. I lost some friends when they found out and gained a couple. Let’s be honest, we don’t like talking about death, or even thinking about it (especially our own). When most people hear the c-word, they think death.

I think the reason some people disappear from our lives when we have cancer is because it freaks them out. If I can get cancer (a fabulous looking, vibrant fifty something) then it might happen to them. I’ve heard of spouses divorcing their so-called “to-death-do-us-part” loved ones, within a few months or even weeks of a diagnosis. I was lucky, mine stuck around, but I’m sure there were plenty of times he questioned his decision. Sick people are sick and there are times its hard to be around them. That includes me.

Having cancer is like riding a roller coaster, especially when it comes to emotions. The patient’s support group, be they family or friends are only along for the ride. That’s no excuse to act stupid though.

I got a phone call from Glenda, who I hadn’t seen in at least fifteen years, within a week of my diagnosis. She wasted no time to tell me that our mutual friend, Susan, called her when she found out, via my son’s Face Book page, that I had terminal cancer. Glenda said that she and Susan cried for hours over the news, and that Susan was going through all the photos she had of me, and that she couldn’t find a single “normal” picture (I like to make faces) she could use for the memorial. “Whose memorial?” I asked. Susan replied (not skipping a beat), “Yours of course!” “Hello! I’m not dead! Thank you very much!” That is what my supportive friend sounded like.

I was grocery shopping a year after my treatment ended and bumped into an acquaintance in the produce department. I went up to him to say hello and when he looked at me, he exclaimed, “I heard you died!”  and he sounded pissed off that I wasn’t! I was taken back by his statement at first, but then, I decided not to be upset, “I am dead. I am haunting you.”  Then I walked away. Sometimes you can’t fix stupid.

Another thing you have to watch out for are the “supportive” ones who come over to give your family a break but are really there to help themselves to your “pain killers.” One day my son discovered that a lot of my pain meds were missing from their prescription bottle. I was on some heavy duty opiates. At first he thought I got into them and took extra pills without his knowledge. My prescription pills were on the kitchen counter alongside the schedule he made, to make sure I took them on time. Looking back, I see how it can be tempting for someone who might have a “substance” abuse issue. I just didn’t know at the time.

The next time she came to relieve my son, we hid the pills and when I left the room to use the bathroom, she asked where the pills went. She wasn’t very smart about it. I knew then that she was the thief. I wondered how I would deal with her since I found out she couldn’t be trusted. It turns out, she called the next day to say she no longer had time to help out, so that problem was solved.

I ended up finding my biggest support coming cancer survivors online, although I stayed away from chat rooms. They were filled with gloom and doom. Personal blogs are still the best for me because they usually are filled with information that helps me deal with my disease.  I know it’s impersonal but, for me it works. Everyone has to find what works for them. I also decided to not take what people said personally. Cancer makes people say stupid things and act weird. That’s their shit, not mine.

Be well,

Inge

Meditation and Science

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I came across an article the other day you may find interesting about the benefits of meditation. There was a scientific study done that concluded that meditation definitely helps us be more “mindful” throughout our daily activities and adds to our quality of life.

I know from personal experience that when I meditate only twenty minutes a day, first thing in the morning, I remain calmer (even in chaotic situations); I am more focused and happier. If I miss even one day, my “monkey brain” takes over and I find myself fighting with it most of the day, not to mention I am more forgetful and my (self diagnosed) OCD kicks in, which drives everyone around me crazy.

If you need more convincing and think meditation is only for hippy-dippy chicks, read about it here.

Namaste!
Inge