Originally posted by shagreen heart
the replies this thread are a good example of knee jerk cognitive dissonance, inDR.nation, and woodwardjnr's classic post, resigning to death and not changing a damn thing about your diet which IS (almost certainly) what caused this. if you eat the same hormone riddled, cheap, disgusting animal product, and drink the same disgusting city water and expose yourself to the same toxic elements you have done absolutely nothing to help yourself especially not by desperetley clinging to every drip of BS from your oncologist's prick as if they are out to help you in any way. yeah, do nothing to change your diet cause yer gonna die anyway, that's solid logic. i admire that will to live and want to make a difference in your life and others while you wither away.
QUI BONO. the new nutrition crackdown and laws and codex are the EXACT things you SHOULD be eating because disease and death make the most profit. B17--ILLEGAL? they are even pushing for vitamin-C. when will you wake up screaming and breaking these chains of insanity?
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your doctor didn't become a doctor to help anyone, especially not an oncologist if he wanted to help anyone (college freshman: "i'm gonna cure cancer!" phd: "how the **** will i pay off my student loans?... OHHH"). he'd have become a nutritionist. anyone who thinks diet has nothing to do with cancer, enjoy dealing with it. i'm sure your family will thank you for all the problems it causes them, but you'll thank them for that garbage fast food they bring you in the hospital which is probably even worse for you than hospital food.
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Everyone deals with cancer in their own way. I find it slightly offensive that you say I resigned to death. Especially as i'm sat here defying the odds of my prognosis. I may not of been fighting with my diet, but i'v manged to keep a strong state of mind throughout the 8 years of radiotharapy chemotherapy and steroid treatment, that ballooned me to an unrecogniseable reflection in the mirror. I ate to get me through the tough periods of chemotherapy, where sometimes the thought of food was enough to make me vomit.
I've dealt with all the emotions that come along with this. My parents fear of losing their son, my brother terrified of losing his younger brother. Its no ride in the park. so until the doc informs your parents you only have months to live, don't go making assumtions about my life.



