Hello, and welcome to the Organic Mechanic's blog. I wonder if change will really come about during the current run to the presidential elections. Or, will we languish in the mire that has plagued this once great nation for the last eight years? I say, "last eight years," because it's just gotten worse in that time. We've been lied to for a long time by this, and all the other preceding, elected, politicians and their internal agencies. The CDC, IRS, FDA, CIA, etc.. just to name a few.
Just take a walk through your local supermarket and look at the garbage that passes for food. The poison the FDA allows you to consume because of the lobbyists in Washington. Take a look at the label on the can of that Diet Coke you're drinking. Look for a little word that reads: Aspartame, it causes brain tumors and diabetes, it leaves residue in your body, that residue is called: Formaldehyde. Aspartame should never have been allowed to hit the market, but there was too much money to be made. Aspartame is in hundreds of fruit juices, chewing gum, Equal, Splenda, your kid's fruit roll-ups.
Look at the TV commercials that air 24/7. They don't have to sell them to you, you're already sold. You just go to your doctor and ask him for them. He gives you free samples, and the drug companies send he and his wife on luxurious vacations, while the "domino effect" takes place within your body. Something else goes wrong and they prescribe another drug for that, then your kidneys act up...etc.
My mom went into the hospital in May of 2007. She was diagnosed with colon cancer. They operated and removed the tumor. She was eighty-years-old, she looked radiant after the operation, and she was so excited to have a new chance. She went home and got better. My parents lived in Florida on a beautiful island called: Marco, in southwest Florida. My dad took my mother down to the beach every night to watch the sunset as she became stronger. Six weeks after her operation, she went back in to receive a checkup. In mid-June, the doctor was so pleased that she felt it was time to start my mom on Chemotherapy. My parents went home that night and discussed it. My mom said she was ready, and she began the first stage of an oral form of chemo. She progressed, and the doctor was again pleased enough to start her on the purest, most potent form of administering this drug. Toward the end of July, she was attached to a drip tube for three hours. My father picked her up after her first treatment and brought her home.
The doctor prescribed some pills for possible side effects. They went to the beach that night and watched the sunset.
A few days went by and my mom contracted diarrhea, she couldn't eat or drink anything. My dad went online and found that diarrhea was a major symptom of the chemotherapy. No one, including the doctor had told him what to possibly expect. the next day, my mom collapsed on the living-room floor. My dad called 9-1-1 and they rushed her to the hospital. They put her on an I.V. for a few days, then moved her to an off-site care center. She worsened, toward the end of August. She sounded so weak and disheartened, nothing like the optimist she was. By the end of the day on September 6th. 2007, my wonderful mother succumbed to complications due to chemotherapy.
My dad was devastated. After fifty-one-years of marriage, "she was suddenly just gone" as he put it.
Later, we found out, the very same doctor that had prescribed my mom's cancer treatment had run a patient profile before her operation. The profile had stated that someone her age should never have been given chemotherapy because the risks were far too great. The health insurance provider was billed eight-thousand-dollars for the three-hour treatment that killed my mom.
My dad said there must have been twenty patients there that day, receiving the chemo-drip in rows of chairs lining the wall.
Healthcare in this country is a business. You aren't a patient, you're a customer. It's just too bad my mom couldn't get a refund for something she never needed in the first place.
