I've been watching a series of documentaries this week called iThrive. It's about the pandemic of diabetes that is currently happening in our world and what can be done about it. It features all the experts that I trust and follow as well as a few that I find shady and a couple that I find truly misleading. There was literally nothing in this that I hadn't heard before but I DON'T mean that as a criticism of this series and I DO recommend watching it if you get a chance, especially if you aren't aware that diabetes is a choice and can be reversed most of the time. The doctors who treat diabetes 2 patients with a WFPB, SOS free diet improve their numbers and reduce medication every time and completely reverse it most of the time if the patient is totally compliant.
(*WFPB - whole-food, plant-based; SOS no salt, oil or refined sugars)
It's always hard for me to hear the data on diabetes because, in my mind, it is pretty much criminal how many people are left to suffer and die horrible deaths from diabetes when it is completely reversible if caught early, can be greatly improved if not reversed at any time and it is affecting millions more people every year. It is one of the leading causes of death in this country and many others. And, while it used to be a disease of the elderly and pretty rare when I was a kid in the 60s and 70s, it is as common as dirt now and rapidly becoming a disease that affects little children far too often. But mostly, it hurts to watch a series like this one because I watched my sweet Mama become blind, crippled with neuropathy, go on dialysis for the last 14 years of her life (unusual really for someone to last as long as she did after going on dialysis) and eventually die at the age of 68 looking and feeling more like 98 from this terrible disease.
Mama was a nurse and a very determined woman who had overcome alcohol addiction, given up cigarettes cold turkey after 30 years of a pack and a half a day, went back to college at 48 after her first heart attack and graduated Magna Cum Laude even though her previous education only consisted of completing 8th grade and vocational school. This is a woman who followed her doctors' orders. If she had been told that changing to a diet of mostly fruits and veggies could reverse her diabetes, I promise you she would have done it. She actually loved vegetables and grew a huge garden when we had enough space. She would eat an onion just like an apple and snacked on the raw veggies as she was chopping them up for dinner. And I'm telling you, the woman could have happily lived on potatoes. She could have been a STAR McDougaller. Unfortunately, she was also a Southern woman who learned to cook in Texas. She was chopping those veggies to smother them in butter and/or cheese and to be a side dish to a big slab of meat. EVERYTHING was either deep fat fried or smothered in sauce, cheese or butter. She could make scratch biscuits and sausage gravy in her sleep.
Diabetes is definitely one of the things I always "knew" I would end up with. It is rampant in our family. My brother David is suffering with it now. One of the people in the documentary, sorry I can't remember who it was, said that you can't save the people closest to you and boy is that true and SO frustrating! My brother won't listen to me. He is one of the tough guy, "we all gotta die sometime" types who would rather enjoy his food than good health. And that is exactly how it is! Diabetes is a choice most all of the time. (Please note that I am only speaking of type 2 diabetes. Type 1 can also be improved with this lifestyle but isn't AS reversible as type 2 and the causes of type 1 are not as clear.) It is incomprehensible to me that anyone would literally choose certain foods over good health once the information is made available to them and I tend to think they just aren't allowing themselves to believe it so that they can justify to themselves continuing with that behavior. Plus, they don't seem to acknowledge that they are not only choosing an earlier death but also suffering a great deal more while they live. But that is a whole 'nother blog. I'm getting off on a tangent, which I definitely tend to do when the subject of diabetes is raised. Anyway... I always knew that I would end up with diabetes. After all, I was told over and over that I had the genes for it and because I was obese, I was at even higher risk for it. Doctors told me numerous times that I was "showing signs" of being pre-diabetic and were amazed with each of my 5 pregnancies that I did not test positive for gestational diabetes since I was obese, genetically predisposed and had really large babies. I spent my life feeling like a ticking time bomb. But I now know that I never have to suffer my mom's fate. I can choose differently. Genes can be expressed or turned off with lifestyle and food choices. My family history is not my fate.
So watching this series was hard for me. But it was also really, really good for me. It was another kick in the keester to get myself back on track. I have been feeling more and more strongly that I need to do a juice fast, possibly interspersed with a bit of water fasting to get myself back on the path to weight loss and excellent health. I have, as I have mentioned previously, gotten off track. Fast food and processed food has once again begun to represent a large proportion of my intake. And lately, I have even started giving in to cravings for totally non-compliant foods. I've had actual binges with increasing regularity and I'm too ashamed to admit what my weight is up to at this point. I'm not back to my heaviest and I'd like to keep it that way. It's time. NOW. Today. I haven't eaten anything yet today and I am ready to get this party started again. Today is a blank slate waiting for me to write upon it. I must choose to write "health" or "harm." I remember how incredibly well I felt when I was 100% WFPB. I remember how much energy I had. I remember how clear my mind was. I remember how great it felt to walk long distances or work out and feel my body responding like a body is supposed to! I have to remember those things because they are not true today. But TODAY I change that. So thank you Jon (the fellow who made the iThrive documentaries) for a much needed reminder that I didn't "fix" my problems forever by eating right for a couple of years. I have to give myself the highest possibility possible for excellent health and avoiding the darker side of my genes every single day. I can still develop the heart disease, diabetes, and cancer that are lurking in my genes if I don't choose to disable those genes every single day.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
CANCER - THE BIGGEST BOOGEYMAN OF THEM ALL
In the Spring of 1980, I graduated high school as excited as any 18 year old could be to head off to college in the Fall. I was scheduled to move into a Freshman dorm in late August. In July, I discovered I was pregnant. I was no longer in a relationship with the baby's father, although he has been a wonderful father to our daughter, Bonni, and a good friend to me all these years. Needless to say, I was not allowed to move into the dorm and had to cancel my classes. I did make it to OSU. I just started later than planned. My gorgeous and amazing daughter has been an incredible gift in my life and is the one with me in the picture of the 5K I ran last month. I don't regret having that baby for one second. But let me tell you, being completely single and pregnant at 18 is no picnic. Believe it or not, I was not "that" kind of girl but the stigma was certainly there.
Of course, none of the boys I hung around with were comfortable hanging around with me as they didn't want people to think it was their kid. There were two exceptions to that, John and Don. This post is about Don. Don was 21 and a student of my mother's. He was Mexican-American and very good-looking. We were only friends but he was always there for me. He didn't care if people thought it was his baby. When people assumed that he just went along with it and winked at me. Don had not had an easy life. He had been on his own, quite literally, since he was 12. He was really smart in the important ways but wasn't really "educated." He had gone to job corps to learn a trade and was an ideal student there. He made sure not to cause any trouble if he could help it because he was so appreciative of the chance he had to make his life better. He graduated job corps the same Spring that I graduated high school. He spent weekends and holidays at our house because he didn't have any family and Mom had become a mentor to him. He was like a brother to me.
We lived in Guthrie at this time and in the Summer, Don got a job in Oklahoma City. He stayed with us until he got his job and an apartment. He found a roommate to share expenses and was so proud that he had pulled himself up out of homelessness and was now earning a good living. I missed him so much that Fall but he would come for weekends and since I was babysitting a lot during that time, he would just hang out and help me babysit. He was fantastic with kids. I knew he would be a really wonderful "Uncle Don" to my baby and a wonderful father someday.
But none of that was meant to be.
My baby was due on my 19th birthday, Feb 11, 1981. She didn't come. Don was planning to spend Valentine's Day with me and be at the hospital with me when she was born but on the 13th, late in the evening, he went to the Emergency Room with severe abdominal pain. The doctors initially thought pancreatitis. As it turned out, Don had cancer in his liver. He was admitted to the hospital on Valentine's Day and I went into labor that day a few hours later. We didn't know his diagnosis at that point. I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl on February 15 and on the 16th I expected to go home. But they had me stay an extra day. My mom worked at this hospital and my doctor was my best friend, Patti's, dad. They had chosen to keep me an extra day pending Don's test results so they could tell me he had liver cancer before I was sent home. They were that worried about my reaction.
I went home with my baby, Bonni, on the 17th and was chomping at the bit to get to the hospital in the City to see Don. I had a birthday gift for him and he was dying to see the baby. We had talked on the phone several times and I could tell his spirits were low and I knew Bonni would cheer him right up. Did I mention that Valentine's Day was Don's birthday? He was 22.
When I finally got the okay from the doctors to visit him, it had only been a couple of weeks since I had seen him and yet he didn't even look like the same person. His abdomen was distended and the rest of him looked skeletal. They had already started him on chemotherapy and he was so sick he could barely sit up. When he held the baby, his face lit up and all I could think was that this was death saying farewell to life. I wasn't wrong.
People who know me often wonder why someone as pragmatic as I am absolutely hates Friday the 13th. I stay home with my family on any Friday the 13th if AT ALL possible. February 13, 1981 when Don was admitted to the hospital was a Friday. And on Friday, March 13, they told us (we were put down as his next of kin, much to the fury of him mother who had arrived from Mexico) that the cancer had metastacized throughout his entire body and he was beyond their help. They sent him home with us to die. Don died in April.
This was the first time I had ever seen cancer up close and personal. It happened during an already emotional time for me and left a deep, enduring scar. I become terrified of cancer. I lived in mortal fear of cancer touching the lives of my family again and viewed it as my ultimate worst nightmare. When I was diagnosed with Pagets disease less than 2 years ago, the doctor was concerned about the possibility of cancer and it sent me into an absolute tailspin. I always knew that if I ever got any kind of cancer that I would want them to treat it VERY aggressively to the bitter end.
My how time changes things. Over the past year of learning and changing my life, my diet, my health, my outlook, I have read more research, watched more documentaries, read more books concerning cancer than I ever would have thought possible. I always avoided anything that mentioned cancer. Some weird fear that if I thought about it, I would be inviting it in somehow. Nobody ever said phobias were rational. But I started hearing stories here and there about cancer being halted or healed with the diet I had chosen. (Actually, it chose me but that is another story.) So I gave in to my curiosity and watched "The Gerson Miracle." I was flabbergasted. Then I watched, "Crazy, Sexy Cancer." I looked around and started seeing story after story of cancer healed. Doctors saying, chemotherapy or die. But they refused chemotherapy and lived!
This week, thanks to referrals from the good people on my favorite facebook group, Let Food Be Thy Medicine, I watched two more amazing documentaries, "Eating" and "Healing Cancer from the Inside Out." The second one, my 18 year old watched with me growing more furious by the minute. She is becoming a regular warrior for Whole-Food, Plant-Based nutrition which makes me a very proud mama.
I have spoken many times about all the benefits I've gained from my new lifestyle but one I haven't mentioned because I couldn't think how to make you understand what it means to me, is that I no longer fear cancer. I could NEVER have said that a year ago. I would have felt that it was an absolutely certain way to make sure that I was diagnosed with it very soon. But it holds no terrors for me now. Don's body was so eaten up with aggressive cancer cells by the time it was discovered that it is entirely likely that no protocol on the planet would have saved him. But it sure would have been worth a try and I have NO doubt that it would have made his last weeks or months on this earth less horrific than the chemotherapy did. But the things that I have learned about cancer from these films has removed that horrible, nagging fear that was always there in the back of my mind placing a shadow over every day of my life.
Just a few of the things that I learned from these films.
1. Everyone has cancer cells in their body. The question is why does it grow and become deadly in some people and not others.
2. Animal protein is far and away cancer's favorite food, especially dairy.
3. Deny the human body animal protein and cancer cells stop growing. Yes. It really is that simple. Why hasn't the public been made aware of that fact with trumpets and whistles and dancing in the streets? Politics and money baby. Meat and dairy lobbies are HUGE in Washington, not to mention big pharma. Do you think the big 3 want people to know that giving up meat and dairy and NOT taking poison from the multi-billion dollar cancer drug industry is the real answer? Think that is "conspiracy theory?" Would you like to buy some ocean front property in Oklahoma? Seriously, does anyone out there still doubt that the big money industries pull the strings in Washington? Really?
4. Chemotherapy is poison. It is my personal belief that many of the people who supposedly die of cancer actually die with cancer but they die OF chemotherapy.
5. There is a reason that clinics like The Gerson Institute are in Mexico or Europe. In the good old U.S. of A, doctors will lose their license and go to jail if they even suggest there is an answer to cancer other than surgery or drug protocols.
6. The AMA is just as much a criminal organization as the FDA. When one of the ladies in Healing Cancer from the Inside Out said that her doctors informed her that if she refused chemotherapy, they would refuse her disability claim, I just about dropped the jug of juice I was making and I thought Harmoni (my 18 year old) was going to choke. "You have stage 4 cancer and mere months to live but if you refuse chemopoisoning, we will deny your disability claim." Yes. That happened.
There is SO much more but you just really really really owe it to yourself and your family to at least watch these videos. Be open-minded. Don't allow the crap that has been fed to us by the FDA and marketing experts over decades to stop you from at least thinking about what they have to say. Is it really scarier to think of giving up your barbecued ribs and milkshakes than it is to think of chemotherapy and radiation?
Cancer is a tricky thing. There are many, many carcinogenic agents in the world we live in today so nobody can say for certain that they will never get cancer. I'm not saying that I have suddenly become certain that I can never be diagnosed with cancer. I did pretty much everything wrong for 50 years so a year on a new diet lifestyle is not insurance. But I fully believe my risk factor goes down every day. I know that I am creating an environment in my body that facilitates it's ability to defeat cancer cells as all our bodies are meant to do. And I promise you, I will NEVER undergo chemotherapy. If I ever did have to battle cancer I would do it on my own terms with my dignity and quality of life as intact as possible. I'll take the Gerson protocol over chemo hands down. And the thought of the mere word cancer doesn't terrify me anymore now than the words car wreck. Sure those things happen but I am doing everything in my power to avoid them. I am giving my body the tools it needs to win that battle.
Of course, none of the boys I hung around with were comfortable hanging around with me as they didn't want people to think it was their kid. There were two exceptions to that, John and Don. This post is about Don. Don was 21 and a student of my mother's. He was Mexican-American and very good-looking. We were only friends but he was always there for me. He didn't care if people thought it was his baby. When people assumed that he just went along with it and winked at me. Don had not had an easy life. He had been on his own, quite literally, since he was 12. He was really smart in the important ways but wasn't really "educated." He had gone to job corps to learn a trade and was an ideal student there. He made sure not to cause any trouble if he could help it because he was so appreciative of the chance he had to make his life better. He graduated job corps the same Spring that I graduated high school. He spent weekends and holidays at our house because he didn't have any family and Mom had become a mentor to him. He was like a brother to me.
We lived in Guthrie at this time and in the Summer, Don got a job in Oklahoma City. He stayed with us until he got his job and an apartment. He found a roommate to share expenses and was so proud that he had pulled himself up out of homelessness and was now earning a good living. I missed him so much that Fall but he would come for weekends and since I was babysitting a lot during that time, he would just hang out and help me babysit. He was fantastic with kids. I knew he would be a really wonderful "Uncle Don" to my baby and a wonderful father someday.
But none of that was meant to be.
My baby was due on my 19th birthday, Feb 11, 1981. She didn't come. Don was planning to spend Valentine's Day with me and be at the hospital with me when she was born but on the 13th, late in the evening, he went to the Emergency Room with severe abdominal pain. The doctors initially thought pancreatitis. As it turned out, Don had cancer in his liver. He was admitted to the hospital on Valentine's Day and I went into labor that day a few hours later. We didn't know his diagnosis at that point. I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl on February 15 and on the 16th I expected to go home. But they had me stay an extra day. My mom worked at this hospital and my doctor was my best friend, Patti's, dad. They had chosen to keep me an extra day pending Don's test results so they could tell me he had liver cancer before I was sent home. They were that worried about my reaction.
I went home with my baby, Bonni, on the 17th and was chomping at the bit to get to the hospital in the City to see Don. I had a birthday gift for him and he was dying to see the baby. We had talked on the phone several times and I could tell his spirits were low and I knew Bonni would cheer him right up. Did I mention that Valentine's Day was Don's birthday? He was 22.
When I finally got the okay from the doctors to visit him, it had only been a couple of weeks since I had seen him and yet he didn't even look like the same person. His abdomen was distended and the rest of him looked skeletal. They had already started him on chemotherapy and he was so sick he could barely sit up. When he held the baby, his face lit up and all I could think was that this was death saying farewell to life. I wasn't wrong.
People who know me often wonder why someone as pragmatic as I am absolutely hates Friday the 13th. I stay home with my family on any Friday the 13th if AT ALL possible. February 13, 1981 when Don was admitted to the hospital was a Friday. And on Friday, March 13, they told us (we were put down as his next of kin, much to the fury of him mother who had arrived from Mexico) that the cancer had metastacized throughout his entire body and he was beyond their help. They sent him home with us to die. Don died in April.
This was the first time I had ever seen cancer up close and personal. It happened during an already emotional time for me and left a deep, enduring scar. I become terrified of cancer. I lived in mortal fear of cancer touching the lives of my family again and viewed it as my ultimate worst nightmare. When I was diagnosed with Pagets disease less than 2 years ago, the doctor was concerned about the possibility of cancer and it sent me into an absolute tailspin. I always knew that if I ever got any kind of cancer that I would want them to treat it VERY aggressively to the bitter end.
My how time changes things. Over the past year of learning and changing my life, my diet, my health, my outlook, I have read more research, watched more documentaries, read more books concerning cancer than I ever would have thought possible. I always avoided anything that mentioned cancer. Some weird fear that if I thought about it, I would be inviting it in somehow. Nobody ever said phobias were rational. But I started hearing stories here and there about cancer being halted or healed with the diet I had chosen. (Actually, it chose me but that is another story.) So I gave in to my curiosity and watched "The Gerson Miracle." I was flabbergasted. Then I watched, "Crazy, Sexy Cancer." I looked around and started seeing story after story of cancer healed. Doctors saying, chemotherapy or die. But they refused chemotherapy and lived!
This week, thanks to referrals from the good people on my favorite facebook group, Let Food Be Thy Medicine, I watched two more amazing documentaries, "Eating" and "Healing Cancer from the Inside Out." The second one, my 18 year old watched with me growing more furious by the minute. She is becoming a regular warrior for Whole-Food, Plant-Based nutrition which makes me a very proud mama.
I have spoken many times about all the benefits I've gained from my new lifestyle but one I haven't mentioned because I couldn't think how to make you understand what it means to me, is that I no longer fear cancer. I could NEVER have said that a year ago. I would have felt that it was an absolutely certain way to make sure that I was diagnosed with it very soon. But it holds no terrors for me now. Don's body was so eaten up with aggressive cancer cells by the time it was discovered that it is entirely likely that no protocol on the planet would have saved him. But it sure would have been worth a try and I have NO doubt that it would have made his last weeks or months on this earth less horrific than the chemotherapy did. But the things that I have learned about cancer from these films has removed that horrible, nagging fear that was always there in the back of my mind placing a shadow over every day of my life.
Just a few of the things that I learned from these films.
1. Everyone has cancer cells in their body. The question is why does it grow and become deadly in some people and not others.
2. Animal protein is far and away cancer's favorite food, especially dairy.
3. Deny the human body animal protein and cancer cells stop growing. Yes. It really is that simple. Why hasn't the public been made aware of that fact with trumpets and whistles and dancing in the streets? Politics and money baby. Meat and dairy lobbies are HUGE in Washington, not to mention big pharma. Do you think the big 3 want people to know that giving up meat and dairy and NOT taking poison from the multi-billion dollar cancer drug industry is the real answer? Think that is "conspiracy theory?" Would you like to buy some ocean front property in Oklahoma? Seriously, does anyone out there still doubt that the big money industries pull the strings in Washington? Really?
4. Chemotherapy is poison. It is my personal belief that many of the people who supposedly die of cancer actually die with cancer but they die OF chemotherapy.
5. There is a reason that clinics like The Gerson Institute are in Mexico or Europe. In the good old U.S. of A, doctors will lose their license and go to jail if they even suggest there is an answer to cancer other than surgery or drug protocols.
6. The AMA is just as much a criminal organization as the FDA. When one of the ladies in Healing Cancer from the Inside Out said that her doctors informed her that if she refused chemotherapy, they would refuse her disability claim, I just about dropped the jug of juice I was making and I thought Harmoni (my 18 year old) was going to choke. "You have stage 4 cancer and mere months to live but if you refuse chemopoisoning, we will deny your disability claim." Yes. That happened.
There is SO much more but you just really really really owe it to yourself and your family to at least watch these videos. Be open-minded. Don't allow the crap that has been fed to us by the FDA and marketing experts over decades to stop you from at least thinking about what they have to say. Is it really scarier to think of giving up your barbecued ribs and milkshakes than it is to think of chemotherapy and radiation?
Cancer is a tricky thing. There are many, many carcinogenic agents in the world we live in today so nobody can say for certain that they will never get cancer. I'm not saying that I have suddenly become certain that I can never be diagnosed with cancer. I did pretty much everything wrong for 50 years so a year on a new diet lifestyle is not insurance. But I fully believe my risk factor goes down every day. I know that I am creating an environment in my body that facilitates it's ability to defeat cancer cells as all our bodies are meant to do. And I promise you, I will NEVER undergo chemotherapy. If I ever did have to battle cancer I would do it on my own terms with my dignity and quality of life as intact as possible. I'll take the Gerson protocol over chemo hands down. And the thought of the mere word cancer doesn't terrify me anymore now than the words car wreck. Sure those things happen but I am doing everything in my power to avoid them. I am giving my body the tools it needs to win that battle.
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