Turbo Cancer: Day 99 - September 18, 2022
Listen To Your Body
On this day, last year, my mom wrote:
Very nauseous from chemo still!
The heart pumps the blood. The blood travels through the vascular system, carrying oxygen, nutrients, and disease-fighting white blood cells to every part of the body.
Poisonous chemotherapy drugs are slowly injected into the bloodstream. The poison hitches a ride, and goes wherever the blood goes. The toxin travels to every part of the body.
Chemo is poison. It is a poison that is said to target the fast-growing cells that are the hallmark of cancer. However, chemotherapy drugs are not sentient. They cannot think about which tissues they are attacking or what effect they are having.
The human body is built to survive. We have natural response to invaders. It is a mechanism in place, designed to protect us from harmful microorganisms and toxins. Symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, fever, chills, runny nose, cough, and sneezes are automated forms of self-protection.
When something bad gets in, our body attempts to force it back out.
My mom’s body was not happy about these repeated injections of poison. It did not like the drugs. It did what the body is designed to do and attempted to purge itself of this dangerous assailant.
My mom didn’t listen to her body. She listened to the doctors.
Even though her body reacted more violently with each infusion , she continued to accept the poison.
My mom used to say: “Listen to your body”. She was referring to food.
My mom was a healthy-lifestyle enthusiast. When I was young, she lost over one-hundred pounds. She did this by listening to her body and changing her habits.
My mom’s lifestyle transformation took seventy-five years to complete. She was never stagnant. She consistently sought out small, positive changes that she could make within herself.
When she said: “Listen to your body”, she meant: “Pay attention to your physical hunger.” My mom was fully conscious of her feelings of hunger and satisfaction. She was careful to stop eating once she felt satiated, never allowing herself to feel full.
Upon reflection of what I witnessed during my mom’s disease, I realize that the phrase “Listen to your body” ought be applied to more than just food.
The other day I was at the grocery store. As I shopped, I picked up shiny package after shiny package. I read the ingredients. Every single item contained a chemical. Every item listed something that was not food. We are being fed poison.
In a society that is controlled by corporate interests, there is poison everywhere.
When we consume poison, our body responds. When our body is talking, we ought to listen. Our survival depends on it.
After my mom’s first vaccine, she had horrible pain in her groin. She was bed-ridden for twenty-four hours. She called her doctor. He said that swollen lymph nodes were a common side effect. He said not to worry.
Her body was telling her that it didn’t like the poison. She listened to the doctors.
After her second vaccine, my mom passed out, suddenly, while standing in a doorway, having a conversation with a friend. She was wired to a heart monitor for twenty-four hours. The result came back normal. The doctor said that, sometimes, people just pass out, for no reason at all. He said not to worry.
Her body was telling her that it didn’t like the poison. My mom listened to the doctors.
My mom’s body kept telling us that it didn’t like the chemo, either.
But we kept listening to the doctors.
The definition of insanity…..
On top of the pain and illness of my mom’s disease, she had the sickness of her body rejecting the treatment.
It was a lot to deal with.
But she dealt with it.
People always talk about my mom’s smile. My mom displayed her genuineness through her smile.
On this day, my mom was too sick to write about what she was going through.
However, when I walked into the room, I was greeted by her smile. My mom looked are me as if she had been thankful for my very existence. She looked at everyone that way. Even when her suffering was at its worst, she was filled with grace.
There are all sorts of pain.
There is physical pain. Physical pain is loud and undeniable. We carry it in our limping gait and hunched back. Physical pain is obvious.
There is also quiet pain. There is emotional pain. There is spiritual pain.
The quiet pain, we carry, hidden, somewhere, deep inside. The quiet pain is the kind that threatens to infect the mind.
My mom had incredible, undeniable, unbelievable physical pain. It could not be hidden away. It threatened to destroy every bit of her.
She refused to allow it to overcome her spirit.
We all carry pain. We hang on to our fear, our anger, our blame, our regret, our guilt and our sorrow.
What I learned from my mom is that pain exists, but life goes on. In spite of the suffering, there is always joy to be found. If we live with gratitude, we can live with pain.
Dr. Natasha Campbell-McBride (of GAPS) has long talked about it being time to abandon the supermarkets. They're connected to pharmacies for a reason.
I find it curious but not surprising that your mother had groin pain after the first jab and that is the lymph node that became painful and swollen with cancer cells.
I was just at the grocery store and there was a sign “Be sure to get your Spring Covid booster now!”
It just disgusts me that they are still pushing this death shot like there’s nothing wrong. 😡