|Echinacea has less side effects and has anti-bacterial properties. It is better than chemicals and powerful antibiotics.|
|Medical diagnostics like drugs are a slippery slope.|
Dad deteriorated. There was an obvious change in his body chemistry and the Lupron made him hyper emotional and confused and stressed him out. He fell due to loss of blood and was diagnosed with a bleeding ulcer...given anesthetic, of course and a drug which made him salivate and become nearly comatose, but kept him from climbing out of bed to get out of the hospital. (his fear was well grounded and he was prescient...but the MIC doesn't believe in a soul or spirit... so he was off his rocker). The nurses LOVED the drug because overworked...he was "out of it" and they could go to other patients (never mind what it did to Dad's body).
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He was discharged. He was put on more prescriptions; he deteriorated more, fell, had a hip replacement and more anesthesia-which caused more memory loss. There were painkillers and more drugs. Then he was put on a catheter which the nurse said he would have for the rest of his life. (she was God and pronounced his death sentence...we were ignorant and believed her). The catheter caused incredible problems and we had to give my Dad antibiotics to stem the frequent infections...more powerful drugs, side effects on top of the Lupron. We had to watch his red blood supply and to counteract the lowered blood count do other things. Indeed, his body chemistry was changed and his immune system was being overcome.
Thus, instead of using homeopathetic protocols to encourage my Dad's immune system to deal, we continued to weaken it with more drugs, more toxins, more chemicals and crappy convenience food. (he did well for a time on Chinese take out, most probably because it was fresh, but the MSG was bad). Big Pharma, the doctors, the hospital bled his Medicare insurance gradually as he kept on returning to the hospital for various reasons: infections, a procedure to see if he had colon cancer, other ridiculous stuff. My God, the man was 92. By this time, his immune system had been tremendously compromised and was not functioning. This was caused not by his prostate cancer at 93, but by the Lupron, antibiotics reflux meds (I never understood this...but it is given to the elderly whether they need it or not), and other meds. My Dad's body was a toxic dumping ground. Thank you for all the legal mainstream medical protocols that work in the name of "making folks better." This irony is incredibly laughable. But I don't find it funny.
|Grounding on the beach is crucial to a strong immune system.|
This female doctor arranged for a scan to see how "advanced" the cancer was. I had to sign off on the red dyes that were pumped into my father's system to allow the device to "photograph" his condition. I had no clue what the dyes' effect was and I dare say, neither did the substitute doctor (who believed in fighting the cancer after the patient was dead...really sharp tack, she was). The test was needless; the man was 94. I was too in shock to say or think with reason and deny the test. What were they going to do? Cut up his whole body to remove the cancer after he was a corpse? I'm sure they would have if the FDA and the AMA would have been able to arrange it. More money for them.
Dad's weakened body struggled to get rid of these chemicals and inevitably, he died, not of the cancer but because he had been slowly poisoned by all the drugs and the dyes. I MEAN WHY HAVE FOLKS SIGN OFF ON SUCH A TEST???? IT IS OBVIOUSLY POISON INJECTED INTO THE BODY. THAT'S WHY. I WAS AN IDIOT. On top of all the chemicals, the inorganic and processed hospital food was another glorious addition. In the hospital for a long while, my Dad was beginning to go into organ failure. We brought him home for Hospice; my brother was going to "juice" him. Dad was breathing heavily and I suggested he go back to the hospital. Though he was unconscious, in my last moments with him around midnight, I told him once again (I had told him this before on other occasions) that I would be OK. That he could go and be with my Mom, his wife (she died in a car accident years before) and that The Lord would be there to receive him with Mom. A few hours later at 3:00 am he died. He died without complaint and with honor.
|Dr. Gonzalez could have helped my Dad. He died this year.|
I wish I could believe that I acted honorably. Knowing what I know now, I KNOW I absolved myself of researching my Dad's condition and sticking with alternative protocols to help him. I was as rotten as the doctor who prescribed Lupron and wrote us the surreptitiously threatening letter. My brother and I, especially my brother, tried in the beginning with alternative treatments then gave up; we became exhausted with the draining process of the chemicalization of Dad. He eventually needed 24/7 care and we and an aid spotted each other for 2 years in 4 - 8 hour shifts. Dad remained at home with intermittent hospital visits until the last few hours of his life where he was hospitalized and where extraordinary measures were not taken. He had a living will and himself years before swore that God should take him if he couldn't take care of himself. By his own admission, he was around longer than he would have wished. We weren't ready to let him go.
I think to a great extent I, my brother and my sister-in-law, a nurse, were complicit in effecting his death. We handed my Dad over to the MIC. If my Dad had his druthers, he would have peed his pants every day rather than to have a catheter or even take the Lupron. He kept on telling us he felt fine but had to pass water every now and then when he was 90. Why didn't we listen to him? He had no pain which made us wonder. On the other hand that was great. Why wonder; be thankful. He was in his 90s. Leave him alone. But a few years before my uncle had prostate cancer and it was very painful. Nothing could be done for him; it metasticized very quickly which was unusual for a 91-year-old. Seeing my uncle suffer, I wanted to forestall my Dad's suffering. But my Dad was right when he said, "His story is NOT my story." Why didn't I listen?
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Though hindsight is an exact science, after going through all this, if the worst of it was an enlarged prostate and frequent urination and no pain, I would willingly have allowed him to pee his pants and use Depends, rather than to have him go through that horrible, terrorizing, emotionally draining process which led him to an earlier death than was necessary. The MIC "wellness" process changed my brother and me. It destroyed us as we daily watched my father slowly weaken, not from the prostate condition but from the LEGAL poisons that were slowly wrecking his immune system and KILLING HIM. Was murder ever so legal? Was murder ever so profitable?
Would it not have been better to leave him alone at 90 when he was diagnosed with cancer? Of course. But to prod us on as the good sheep we were, we received a letter from the cancer doctor warning us that he informed us of Dad's condition and the treatment. It was a CYA letter for him and a manipulation of our emotions. You do nothing? You are responsible for your father's death...it's your ballgame. This is it; the only way to go. (no alternative treatments were listed by that doctor..duh) Like Pontius Pilate, he was not to be blamed or held liable if we did nothing. It was a creditable spur for us to take the full responsibility of DOING NOTHING. So we "did what the doctor ordered." We did what was legal according to AMA protocols. We followed the US FDA policy on legal drugs and chemicals and the story as you read above unfolded. Bravo and thank you US politicians, policy, the FDA, the MIC. Bravo and thank you to all the Foundations that keep you teeming in money. Bravo.
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Bravo and thank you. The medicals are happy with the lies, the obfuscations the fantasy...they are functioning in a dream world and are in incredible denial. And they are supposedly brilliant and we must look up to them? Well, the MIC is a house of cards and it will fall because IT IS FAKE. They are charlatans with a modicum of "success" that if their "successes" in disease treatment were really looked at in percentages? We would all run to homeopaths and Chinese herbalists and other alternative medical professionals. Medical Deity forbid.
My eyes have been opened. I write this as a cautionary tale. Be circumspect. Read. Investigate. Don't do what I did, what my family did because we were exhausted, because I was working, because it was convenient. Or do what we did but know there are alternatives out there. Seek them and seek the horrible path of MIC treatments as a last resort. Or at least investigate them first and prepare thousands of questions and watch your mainstream doctor's face. If they don't like your questions, get out of the office fast. You HAVE CHOICES. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Above all seek wellness and wholeness in your lifestyle and have faith. And remember, you are individual and unique. One size does not fit all. Don't let this be yours or your family's story. Peace out!