My Oncologist Will Never Forget Me...

[Guest guest]

If one gets cancer and enters into mainstream treatment and keeps an

open mind and open eyes, the whole scenario soon appears insane. Just

the fact that the nurse administering chemo " therapy " has to wear

thick rubber gloves to protect her in case a drop of the

supposedly " healing " stuff splashes onto her is nuts.

 

Well, after things got nuts enough during my treatment, I played a

trick on my nice-guy oncologist, whom I had not been to for several

months. (His offices, by the way, were called " The Cancer Center " ;

not " The Cancer Treatment Center " or " The Cancer Healing Center, "

but " The Cancer Center. " That is to me symbolic of what many say is

the fact that those involved in mainstream cancer treatment are not

interested in curing the dis-ease.)

 

The trick I played on my oncologist was to stuff a large, balled up

wad of paper into the back of my mouth, such that it swelled my cheek

out greatly. I answered his questions around the ball of paper, then

let him feel it for a while from the outside. Finally, I said, " Wait

a minute! Wait a minute! " and, reaching into my mouth, I pulled out

the ball of paper and exclaimed, " Why---it's not a tumor at all! It's

a big wad of paper! "

 

My oncologist thought I'd gone crazy. But what is crazier,

oncologists who maim and kill their clients, or what I did, because

I'd just had it " up to here " with the insanity of the mainstream

treatment I'd been going through?

 

Best wishes,

 

Elliot