What *I* Would Do, Were I Diagnosed With Cancer

When I was 27, I had surgery on my back following a routine physical that lead to the discovery of some very ugly “dysplastic” lesions right under my bra line. The surgery left a deep, nasty, painful scar and an irregular hole under my thinned skin where the lesions had been excised full thickness with the surgical version of a cookie cutter punch; the pathology report was unsettlingly contradictory, noting abnormal cells with “an admixture of markers for carcinoma and melanoma.” That same month, I began taking herbalism classes in Minneapolis and, in the course of my reading – both the journals at the hospital where I worked and the books I was reading at home – I came to the personal conclusion that allopathic oncology is a massive, diabolical, albeit insanely lucrative scam, an idea that has become all the more reasonable with the passage of time and evermore expensive, patented proprietary drugs hitting the market each year. Radiation and chemotherapy were both recommended to me following my surgery, but I refused them. Actually…I just never returned the persistent calls from the clinic, and eventually cancelled my phone service. The following year, I quit healthcare altogether, finished my herbalism classes, and moved to New York by way of a summer stop in Rock Island before heading to the monastery. And, funny thing, I’ve never had a recurrence.

Cancer rates have exploded in recent years. At the turn of the 20th century, numbers were rare. By the 1940s, the rate of cancer diagnosis was 1 in 20. Today, it’s 1 in 3 or 1 in 2, depending on who you believe. When I was still working in healthcare and going to school, the medical journals I read were chock-full of peer-reviewed articles claiming that we were right on the verge of discovering the genetic marker for predisposition; today we know that genetics accounts for less than 5% of all cancers, and that viral and bacterial loads, coupled with high-carbohydrate consumption are far more important indicators for cancer development and cancer recurrence than any family history.

This year alone, I have had nine friends thus far diagnosed with cancer, most of them women. A couple of these are experiencing recurrence, but for most it’s a new experience. And I’m not shy about voicing my opinion on this issue: allopathic medicine is a for-profit industry that uses human suffering and fear to turn patients into life-long revolving door consumers. Get that? Your life is a commodity for someone else’s monetary profit, and so is mine. Mainstream medicine is a business, not a human service.

To that end, the FDA is trying to make cheap, effective, unprofitable treatments for cancer – like intravenous vitamin C – illegal. The Fed is trying tooth-and-nail to hold onto their bullshit claim that the herbs in the cannabis family should remain a Schedule 1 “drug” whilst brushing scientific fact under the rug…along with the patent this same government awarded itself back in October 2003 for the therapeutic anti-inflammatory benefits of cannabinoids in medical treatment (you can find that lovely little gem of governmental treachery here: https://patents.google.com/patent/US6630507B1/en). And Big Pharma, in the name of “truth” in medicine is doubling down with the FDA to pull a wide variety of food “supplements” off the market because, as Ayurveda and Chinese Eastern Medicine are becoming more well-known to progressive clinicians and patients, people are slowly but surely figuring out that there are better, less damaging, less debilitating, less lethal ways to deal with inflammatory disorders like cancer. Western medicine, called by it’s full title, “Toxic Molecular Allopathic Medicine,” (“opposite treats like”) is only a century old, and as it becomes more powerful, people become weaker and more sick. The FDA claims that, as a matter of law, only a patented drug may be used to diagnose, treat or cure any disease, despite the fact that most disease goes away when you feed the body right and clean up your environment. And I call bullshit on the whole damned thing.

There’s a reason why I never had a recurrence after my surgery when I was 27 and, for the record, I’m a piss-poor, sloppy example of what to do and how to do it, but I believe wholeheartedly in the method and the rationale behind it. I have used the recipes I share below for decades, but never consistently, and never with any regularity. Honestly, I generally use them during the Winter months with an aim to get rid of old stock before the next growing season, or before my media goes rancid from age. The only thing I do with any regularity is longterm fasting, which will knock out inflammation and the pain that comes with it in just days. But I’m the first to admit that I’m a sugar whore, and cancer loves sugar like a fat kid on steroids; that’s exactly what cancer is, a fat, bratty, tantrum-throwing hormonal baby who screams to be fed candy by the bucket and stay up til all hours. If it were a kid, you’d deny it what it wants for it’s own good, ignore the screaming, turn out the lights, and let it starve until it shuts the hell up and submits to water and broccoli before going to sleep. And that’s the only thing I would do if I ever got another bad diagnosis.

Late last year my very best friend in the world died just weeks following a cancer diagnosis. I think she would still be here if not for the fact that her stomach was in her chest cavity, fused to her lung, collapsing it–a fact that went undiagnosed until five days before she died. Oddly enough, the stomach trouble she’d been having for two years was repeatedly written off as GERD until someone finally saw a single shadow on one of her ovaries (but still ignored the giant, glaring hole in her diaphragm), and then the oncologists were on her like white on rice, recommending immediate chemo, radiation and surgery whilst admitting that the same would kill her within weeks (she refused them all, precisely because she knew what I know).

Since then, too many of my peeps are calling me to say that they’re getting sick, and I’m getting overwhelmed, so here are my main recipes and regimens. For the most part, this is what I do (tweaked here and there, depending on the situation and circumstance), and would do in the event of a diagnosis. Make copies, spread it around.

And if you don’t know me, don’t agree with me, and want to bitch, please save yourself the wasted effort. I don’t give a flying rat’s ass about your opinion, and I’ll delete it without reading it. As my kids love to say: opinions are like butts; everyone’s got one, and they’re all full of shit. If you do know me, and want more information you can’t find researching my recipes, just call me.

I love extended fasts, and though I’ve slacked off the past couple of years, I try to do at least one (usually two) 40 day water fasts following the Church calender. People who think that fasting is dangerous have never spent any time with sick animals, who naturally stop eating and sleep more when they are unwell. Historically, so did humans. Fasting is the body’s reset button. It puts your digestive system to rest and allows your organs and nervous system to do a deep clean and purge. Don’t believe me? There’s a wonderful French documentary that’s now been dubbed in English and available on Amazon called, “The Science of Fasting.” Not only is fasting ancient medicine that works, and works well, it’s also a standard of clinical practise and care across Europe. And, just an aside, if I don’t eat, then neither does cancer. Even better, as my body transitions through cycles of autophagy, the first things that get consumed are diseased tissue, scar tissue and wrinkles.

When I end a fast, it’s with green juice fasting (for quick nutritional uptake, not “cleansing” or “detoxing”) and broth. Bone broth has made a big comeback over the past few years as the slow food movement has taken hold, and it’s just old farm wisdom: bone marrow is filled with minerals, and cartilage is just unmelted collagen, building blocks of healthy cells. I love making stock and broth, freeze it when I make too much, and drink it almost everyday all Winter long….

If I got another diagnosis, I’d extend my green juice fast by two or three months, and do it under the supervision of a functional medicine specialist who also does IV vitamin C therapy.

It looks like a lot, but it’s really not. It’s all about method, and living in the seasons. I got the fire cider (which is a reduced volume version) and zoom ball recipes straight from the mouth of the fairy godmother of American herbalism, Rosemary Gladstar. The recipes I use are good for strengthening the immune system, whilst “treating” what makes us sick and reducing inflammation. And they are, oddly enough, all amongst my favourite and most used recipes.

Have you ever wondered how cannabis came to be called “weed?” It’s all got to do with the government (again), the Hearst newspaper empire and a Hoover-era jagoff by the name of Aslinger. The agricultural definition of a weed is “any plant growing where it is not wanted.” And in pre-World War II America, big business definitely didn’t want hemp.

The real war against cannabis began as a war in industry, not medicine, with the lumber and steel industries using racial stupidity, fear and the power of media to quash the industrial application of hemp following the ingenious invention of “The Excoricator” in the early 20th century. The excoricator was a machine that would have made the separation of long and short fibres in hemp stalks mind-blowingly fast and easy (compared to the labour-intensive board-and-nails threshing method that’d been the norm until then), and could have revolutionalized the paper and building material industries, making hemp an even more valuable, easily replenished commodity than it already was. Henry Ford’s first cars were built with hemp plastics, which were stronger and more durable than steel, and hemp paper, canvas and rope were the materials on which America was built from the time of the 13 Colonies onward, not to mention the method by which most farmers paid their taxes until just this past century. Not only that, but before the ban on cannabis in 1937, cannabis sativa and cannabis indica where the very cornerstone of the American Pharmacopia. Why? Because it was (and still is) good medicine, and widely used in its whole complements in all kinds of pharmaceutical preparations, like coca and opium still are, regardless of the damage they do as isolated, purified and synthesized extractions. In other words, we’ve been gyped by generations of crooked robber barons and lying politicians in ways that most people can’t even imagine, and it’s costing us our lives….

Anyhoo, this is the basics of what I would do, and what I already do. Because, after all, it’s my body, and my choice. I think it’s your choice, too.

Addendum: Every person needs to make their own decisions, and you should always thoroughly research your healthcare decisions and the reasons behind them. For myself, the choice is simply this:

I know, based on my own lived experience and research, that the cut/poison/burn methodology of allopathic oncology never promises longevity, but it does guarantee the absolute probability and reality of permanent disfigurement, weakness, secondary infections, disabilities and cancers, organ failure, and really horrible ways to die. For many of the same reasons that I am not an organ donor and never will be, you’ll never see me accepting treatment from an oncologist. Diagnostics within reason, yes. Treatment, never.

Cancer is rarely an “emergency.” It takes years to develop, and unless I’m already in the final process of dying, I always have the power to control and conquer what’s in me. And I stand by the ancient adage that modern societies around the world with far lower cancer and cancer mortality rates than ours still respect and observe, “Let food be thy medicine.”

 

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. VIRGINIA ELIZABETH FISHER
    Oct 30, 2018 @ 00:38:26

    Genius and thanks so much dear Miki!

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    • MikiDaShrew
      Oct 30, 2018 @ 01:30:45

      You’re welcome, Ginny. As an aside, I told Mary today that it might be worthwhile for all you ladies to buy bulk together and divide some of those herbs that you don’t or can’t grow. That’d be one way to reduce expense over time and keep the freshest stock. She’s having a brewing party this weekend at her place, and it could be a great topic of discussion. I know that, for myself, establishing yet another herb garden in the space of just a few years is not as much fun as it used to be. I hope what I’m working on now with be the last one I ever need.

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