The Emperor has no clothes

It’s heart-wrenching to learn of a sudden life-threatening illness in a close friend and understandably one is torn when wondering what to do. Should you rush to his hospital bed? Would he be weakened or strengthened by your visit? This weekend past I learned of a young man’s sudden diagnosis of metastatic cancer. Just weeks ago he appeared in the best of health and he went on holiday with his friends. All are shocked at the suddenness and severity of his illness. The conventional oncology team have started their treatments in an attempt to slow his deterioration but are not optimistic about the outcome. Such situations are very difficult for everyone involved and especially frustrating for Health Coaches and Naturopathic doctors whose non-toxic recommendations might prove more effective. They certainly honour the Hippocratic Oath to ‘First Do No Harm’. Perhaps it’s because natural methods pose too great a challenge to conventional oncological dogma that they are ignored, ridiculed and derided by those who are supposed to know what to do but whose efforts are failing. In a situation where the ‘professionals’ have abandoned hope surely their patient’s best interests are served by seeking a second opinion? Yet too often the entrenched position of the white coat and stethoscope brigade displays a shocking arrogance. It’s like they think what they don’t know isn’t worth knowing. Sadly it’s a familiar story in the longest war fought in modern times – President Nixon’s war on cancer. But he may as well have declared bonanza for pharmaceutical interests who will wantonly spend billions of dollars pursuing patentable remedies to profitably treat rather than cure disease. Their genome research science is bewilderingly complicated to the layman who accedes to their superior knowledge but the situation is crying for someone to call them out – the emperor has no clothes! How many millions of lives have to end prematurely to protect their crumbling edifice? Corporate greed demands that they continue to search for a magic-pill solution where it will never be found. One day, hopefully very soon, we will look back at today’s oncological practice with the same incredulity with which we regard leeching in the middle ages. In the meantime our young friend is suffering greatly and it seems only a miracle can save him. Amen, so be it. Let us call with confidence for this miracle, this change of perception, that will lead to the best outcome for mankind; perhaps even to an end to this contrived war on cancer.