Turbo Cancer: Day 91 - September 10, 2022

Cowards

On this day, last year, my mom was released from the hospital.

Although her heart was strong and healthy, my mom had been admitted to the hospital with congestive heart failure.

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I had taken her to Urgent Care for difficult breathing. Several tests determined that she had fluid around her heart and lungs.

The hospital had been a flurry of doctors and tests. My mom had EKGs, X-rays, CAT scans, blood tests and an echocardiogram. All of these confirmed that she had fluid pooling around her fully functioning, perfectly healthy, heart.

She saw a heart specialist and a lung specialist. They hypothesized that the edema in my mom’s leg was overflowing and spreading to the spaces between her organs.

As usual, they couldn’t say why this was happening. All they gave us was a way to treat the symptoms.

My mom’s oncologist came to visit the hospital. I asked her if she had any additional insight. She said that these were not cancer problems. She said that these were heart and lung problems. I said: “My mom didn’t have any of these problems until she got cancer. You don’t see a connection?”

The system works how the system works. The cancer doctor prescribes cancer drugs. The heart doctor prescribes heart drugs. The lung doctor prescribes lung drugs. The stomach doctor prescribes stomach drugs.

It seemed, to me, as if there had been some catastrophic event that had caused my mom’s body to go haywire. She had been healthy for seventy-four years, and then, in the span of three months, she had been diagnosed with three separate types of cancer, had developed an ever-evolving, hard, fluid filled capsule in her groin, had her leg swell to twice its normal size, and now had congestive heart failure.

The one question that no doctor would answer was: “Why?”

We had learned that cancer was an immune system failure. What was happening to my mom was more than an immune system failure - it was an immune system shut-down.

To every doctor we met, I asked the same questions:

“Why did her immune system fail? What caused that? Did she have some underlying autoimmune disease? Had she been exposed to some unnatural toxin? Was she the victim of some mysterious, catastrophic event?”

It seemed to me that pinpointing, and treating, the cause of all the symptoms might be more beneficial than having individual doctors treating individual symptoms.

Unfortunately, I never met a doctor brave enough to give me the answer. None of them was ready to tell me that the medical system, which they were a part of, had done this to my mom.

Doctors are human beings. Throughout history, no human being has ever been able to successfully answer the question: “Why?”

Why are we here? Why is there disease? Why is there pain? Why is there suffering? Why is there war? Why is there hatred? Why is there catastrophe? Why do bad things happen to good people?

I don’t know why I expected the doctors to be more than what they were. They were just people. They are the same as all other people. White coats, stethoscopes and diplomas do not impart superior wisdom or value.

They were just people trying to provide safety and security for their family. They went to school, got degrees, and then found themselves to be tools. They discovered that to reap the financial rewards, they had to bow down at the feet of the power-hungry, corrupt goliath that is the western medical system.

They received hefty paychecks and generous benefit packages. They were showered with gifts and praise. It felt good. They had worked hard, and they had been rewarded. They wanted to keep everything that they had earned.

Nothing in this world is free. The system demands payment. Having been caught up in the fever of their perceived power, they soon found that they had done things for the system that broke their moral code, if they had ever had one. In exchange for the many privileges they had been afforded, doctors knowingly prescribed drugs that would not improve the health of their patients. They prescribed drugs that would kill their patients.

And if they exposed the system, they exposed themselves.

They couldn’t say why my mom was drowning in her own fluid. Saying why would have risked the safety and security they had worked so hard to obtain.

To them, my mom and I were strangers. Why would they risk everything for two strangers?

Or ten strangers?

Or a hundred strangers?

Or a million strangers?

Or humanity?

Why?

I didn’t meet any brave doctors. I met nice doctors. I met worried doctors. I met sympathetic doctors. I met busy doctors. I met distracted doctors.

I met corrupt doctors.

I met scared doctors.

I met weak doctors.

I met pathetic doctors.

Not one of them was brave. None of them trusted that God would have their back. None of them had faith.

At the hospitals and the medical centers, I met cowards.

They were not able to answer my questions, but they did have a treatment plan. The diuretic helped tremendously. There was no longer fluid around my mom’s heart and lungs, and the size of her leg decreased dramatically.

With hope that the diuretics would continue to reduce the weight and pressure of the edema, my mom was ready to go home.

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