Below is an excerpt from my book, C-Words by the Seashore: Stories of My Life.
I knew this was the c-word, an immune disease. I wanted to know why and how to fix it.
My natural health background and beliefs led me to support the body’s healing mechanisms and to look toward a cause. I knew I would need to battle medical professionals and those who trusted them. I had already gone through it with family members when I didn’t want my father to take chemotherapy.
The last thing I needed at the time was arguments or tension. I needed to focus on saving my life. I had no time or energy for those who thought differently about my health care or who made their health care choices without thinking.
Knowing that most diseases were caused by stress, the c-word made sense, despite my healthier-than-most lifestyle. My mental, emotional and psychological stress is a book in itself, literally.
“Women don’t talk back enough,” said Brian Clement Ph.D., LN.
“Women who did, started the Hippocrates Institute,” said its co-director of his wife, Anna Maria.
They were guest speakers at a health fair in Tampa, and I was, pen in hand.
“Think before other people think for you,” Dr. Clement said, calling the modern medical system a “con job” where people are given pharmaceutical remedies that create bigger problems.
Instead, he and his staff coach people to become their own doctors. He and his colleagues know plenty who have healed from the c-word, he said.
“All you need is the courage not to go along with the status quo,” Dr. Clement told the crowd at the Lowry Zoo nature preserve.
“Look to the cause…the way you think, eat and move,” Dr. Clement was telling a group of people in a gazebo a few weeks later, as I personally toured the grounds on a golf cart. “A loving, secure relationship can be what a breast cancer patient needs,” I heard Dr. Clement say as I rode away, still traumatized from my divorce.
I did not pursue any treatment at the facility but was blessed to have a private meeting where Dr. Clement validated my concerns about a biopsy. I choked down a few wheatgrass shots and left, confident in my plan.
“With regard to healing the sick, I will devise and order for them the best diet, according to my judgment and means; and I will take care that they suffer no hurt or damage. Nor shall any man’s entreaty prevail upon me to administer poison to anyone; neither will I counsel any man to do so.” -Hippocratic Oath
Next stop was an opinion from a surgeon at the largest hospital in the Tampa area. The nurse let an intern feel an enlarged lymph node in my armpit. Then she asked why I was denying chemotherapy.
“Because it killed my father,” I said simply. I thought it was worth a shot for the intern to hear the truth while she was being educated by pharmaceutical companies. They offered me one choice, a radical mastectomy without reconstruction. I left with a pink bag filled with wig brochures.
Nothing conventional made sense. The procedures and even the tests were risky and the treatments ineffective. I vowed to save my time and money for a lifestyle, supplements, and services that supported my mind and body.
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– Carrie Ann