Was it a miracle in the making?

To say that professional blogging is a learning experience is an understatement. My guess is that there are as many theories on how to ‘do’ your blog as there are bloggers. And about that many opinions on the theme of your blog.

Some believe that you should have an extremely narrow focus and, if you want to branch out into others, do a separate blog. Some believe that you can write about whatever you please.

So what will I write about in my blog?

Good question.

As you might note, from my profile, I’m a writer. I’m also extremely interested in good health through natural alternatives. As often as possible anyway. Because there are most definitely times when I’d want medical intervention! Hopefully those times will be few and far between.

It would be easier if my interests were limited to those two categories. Unfortunately they are not. In fact, I have quite a number of interests, which can change on a daily basis. Actually, they have been known to change on a minute-by-minute basis!

I guess all I can say is that my blog will be just what my page is titled. A mishmash of thoughts, ideas and opinions.

As a writer it’s tough to limit yourself to just one or two topics, ignoring all the rest. But I’ll try to limit each blog to one specific subject-and hope for the best!

Having given some thought to today‘s blog, I’ve pretty much decided it will be about my father. He’s on my mind a lot right now, because August thirtieth will be the fifth anniversary of his death-from ’cancer of unknown origins.’

Until about eight months before his diagnosis, in July of 2002, he had been in good health. At least it appeared that he was. But that Christmas he sounded like he had pneumonia. And when it turned out it wasn’t, he refused to have further testing.

Needless to say when he finally did give in to pressure and pleading, he was given six months to a year. Even if he had chemo and radiation. He did agree to the radiation after a test, two weeks later, showed several brain tumors. Dad wasn’t in to the possibility of developing seizures.

I wasn’t in to the idea of losing my father.

Before continuing, I’ll put a quick disclaimer in here. While I did sign up to ‘sell’ Immune 26, I didn’t actually sell it at all. I am not, and never will be, a saleswoman. I think there’s an old saying that goes something like this: “I couldn’t sell a glass of water to a man who is dying of thirst.”

That would describe me to a “T.”

However, being a distributor of Immune 26 allowed me to apply my discount so Dad could save money, which helped a great deal when it was recommended he take eight or more servings a day.

Immune 26 is not cheap.

It took some convincing to get him to give it a try and, before the MRI found the tumors, he was kind of hit and miss with it.

Afterwards was a different story.

His doctor hoped the radiation would shrink the tumors enough to prevent seizures. Upon completion of the treatments he commented on how good Dad looked. And then told him that the tumors hadn’t shrunk a little. They’d shrunk significantly.

That changed everything. Dad started taking Immune 26 religiously.

In milk.

A quick note about the plain Immune 26, which is what we all used-Dad included. It tastes terrible. And unless you’ve damaged your taste buds to the extent that you can’t taste anything at all, you probably don’t want to drink it in milk! My family and I always mixed it orange juice. And mixed it and mixed it and mixed it.

Not Dad-and his taste buds worked just fine!

Anyway, with the great results from radiation, he decided to give the chemo a try. Even though the oncologist warned that it would only slow the growth of the cancer and maybe give him a few extra months.

He started very harsh and aggressive chemotherapy treatments in September. By November he was keeping very little down in the way of food, including the Immune 26. But his blood tests didn't show that the cancer’s growth was slowing.

They indicated that the cancer was starting to go away!

The levels were lower with every blood test until December when his doctor started hinting at remission, and saying something to the effect that perhaps his cancer could be ‘managed’ like diabetes.

That all changed in January, and Dad was gone August 30, 2003.

It’s just my opinion but, had his doctor and oncologist looked in to the health benefits of Immune 26, instead of passing it off as about the same as Carnation Instant Breakfast, if they’d eased up on the chemo just a bit, the outcome might have been different-and Dad might be here today.

The point of this blog?

Doctors do not know everything-and anyone who thinks that they do should maybe rethink their position.

Many doctors are also unwilling to acknowledge that complimentary treatments, or alternatives on their own, are viable options.

If your doctor, or the doctor of someone you love, is this narrow minded, perhaps it’s time to look elsewhere? Because my dad is proof positive that unwavering trust in the medical profession can be a deadly mistake.

People need to take their health into their own hands. To look at all options out there.
Well, maybe not all of them. I mean, if you find a website that instructs you to boil rattlesnake heads and bat wings, then drink a gallon of the ‘tea’ from it every day, that’s a little out there and you should probably cross it off your list. Immediately.
But if you use your head, there are viable treatments. That you could use instead of-or as a compliment to-traditional offerings.

Wow. Was this a depressing post or what?