Day Three …As We progress into those thoughts we had on the
diagnosis and passing of a loved one…
“I couldn’t believe you didn’t say
anything. You just stood there, raised a brow and kept playing solitaire on
your kindle.” He wondered.
I replied, “Well, no one is going
to listen to me. Especially, when what I have to say will keep them from making
millions of dollars off a desperate soul. So, I just dummy-up and let them
think I’ve accepted their unscrupulousness. What are you gonna’ do. Huh?” I
shrugged.
That was one of the many conversations I had after each
visit my husband had, at what many consider a topnotch medical group in the ‘Big
City’. They make millions on people’s desperation. They won’t try and consider that maybe the
patient doesn’t want to be throwing up, drugged up, unable to go outside for a
walk, or unable to do certain chores. That medical group does harm. That big
conglomerate violated the ‘Do No Harm’ efficacy of medicine. And it was
blatant. Why? Because the majority believe in it. Are sold on it... So well, that
it supersedes even their belief in God. Imagine that.
The topper was the delivery of the message in the final diagnosis.
It wasn’t a gentle delivery. It was an
abusive, harsh delivery to an unsuspecting victim of a disease at its nearly
most advanced stage. What was even more disturbing, was that here was the patient
who had NOT neglected his health. As a matter of fact, he went for annual
physicals quite regularly, eyes checked, teeth checked all regularly. Even further, he was truly physically active,
he’d been running two or miles a day since age seventeen and now here he was
age sixty-three. And instead of going on cholesterol medication to lower his
LDL cholesterol over a decade ago, he changed his diet and the cholesterol
dropped seventy points in six weeks, by adding more greens into his diet. He
felt better.
He changed his diet for his arthritis, went for acupuncture
and was able to stave off hand surgery, indefinitely. He raked and used a hand
mower to rake and mow our farmer’s acre, for nearly the past twenty-two years. He would go months without a beer, and have an
occasional beer or similar beverage randomly. He was the perfect BMI, weight
and height for a man his size. As well, he had as our internist stated just a
couple years before, “The lungs of a Baby Blue Whale”. Imagine that type of
report. The man wasn’t on any medications.
He was constantly questioned on this. It was as if no one believed him,
except our internist.
What this all says, is much of our allopathic field thinking
is too OLD. Too RIGID. The dollar is part of what has driven it. The dollar has
corrupted it. But, so have the people’s demands. It isn’t necessarily the individuals working
in the field that has driven this. It is the greed of the CEO’s, perhaps
stockholders, and/or hospital board members. Yet MOST definitely, the unwillingness
of the masses in our country to take responsibility for what they do or do not
do with their bodies, as well too what they ingest. Add that to the unreasonable
demand people have on the medical community of extending life beyond all
rational possibilities. And what you get… is a royal cluster-fuck delivered
back to the consumer, the patient, the impatient demanding people. We all
suffer, from the greed and the feeling of entitled longevity, lacking faith in
the process of living and dying. Most do NOT except that all of us have our own
time that we must part from the earth in human form. It is either quietly, or
loud. Yet, it many times is painful. And oh, how we abhor pain. We have pills
for that. --- Jody-Lynn Reicher
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