That seemed the best place to start. Get to the best news first. Cancer free. She did this with an immense amount of work. She did this by facing her doubts, by facing her fears. She did this without chemo.
You heard right. No chemo. No radiation.
She changed her diet. She took homeopathic protocols. She embraced a visualization practice from China called Tong-Ren.
Her recent MRI showed clarity of health, free of cancer. Blood work showed the same. When I talked with her she was elated, feeling strong for her success. The hard work paid off and continues to keep her focused and alive.
What does her oncologist think?
He thinks she is a wacko.
Not once has he congratulated her or supported the incredible work she has done. Rather he has shown distain, offering instead negativity and doubt.
Shame on him.
Normally this is not my style, but this is my sister. My sister who is cancer free.
Some of his first words to her during her last visit were, “So when the cancer comes back, you’ll do the hormone therapy right?”
When it comes back.
How about “Wow, it’s gone. What can we do to keep it this way?”
Enlightened medicine, come on board.
Let me review two statements from the Hippocratic oath. You know, the one every doctor should adhere to.
Number 1: To practice and prescribe to the best of my ability for the good of my patients, and to try to avoid harming them. Do no harm. Simple.
Number 2: To keep the good of the patient as the highest priority. Also fairly simple.
I think he must have taken a different oath, one that includes despair and narrow-mindedness.
I vow to practice and prescribe terror in my patients, encouraging them only if they do exactly what I say. After all I am trained and they are ignorant monkeys who should know that modern western chemo treatments are the only way. My way! I’m the specialist! Me, me, me!!!!!
Or something to that effect.
Now I know what this doctor’s approach is, because I see it all the time. Rationality. Science. Reason. Evidence based medicine. These are paramount. We must be realistic with our patients, making sure to not give them false hope. Cancer is cancer after all and if you refuse our time tested poisons, well then, you are a fool. It will come back.
This guy is lucky I live 3,000 miles away.
Healing and wellness roots itself in caring for the whole person. We support the body, the mind and the spirit. We celebrate when someone finds wholeness in the midst of illness, because wholeness can come in many forms. For me, this doctor violated a sacred commitment to keep the good of my sister as his highest priority. She is thriving in a way unknown to him, so he attacks. That is not good medicine. Giving your patient your negativity damages them.
Again, shame on him.
Luckily my sister is amazing. Focused, positive and unswayed. She plans to be here for a long time and I imagine she will succeed. She rocks, by the way.
As for this doctor the change is for the universe to figure out. Sending him case studies of all the people like my sister wastes time since fundamentally he thinks it is a fluke. It will take time, but I trust he will see. I just hope it does not require his own suffering and loss. Maybe a trusted colleague will slap him across the face and tell him to wake up.
My fingers are crossed, hoping upon hope.
One can dream, right?