Some days I say I'm angry at the world. That isn't the truth though. I'm angry at doctors who spin death as my only recourse if I don't heed their words.
Caution ... dem there are fighting words. I've repeated my words out loud. They've passed through my lips and were not uttered in vain. I set the sights high and have been dealt a low blow. Not long ago, November to be exact, my doctor told me that I was killing myself. That everything I had been doing over the last four years was only causing me to die a slow death. Not prolong my health. Not sustain my being and improve my immune system. Whereas had he taken a deeper look, not just the stats, he would have seen how I came back from a 2.5 Blood Count. That's nearly the walking dead for all those not savvy on the few medical things I'll toss about on here. The nerve of that guy! That's all I could think as I bit my tongue from tearing into him. But I wasn't silent. I did tell him just how much I had fought back for my life with Nutrition. Only to be met with the reproach of a man who says he advocates alternative health and then in the next sentence denounces all my efforts to foolishness. You see, I don't hate doctors. I have a fine respect for their profession and their skills. It took a good doctor to acknowledge that my health concerns were mine to choose how to handle. He also took extra care to make sure I knew just what my options were along the way. He didn't coerce me or guilt me into decisions. Every decision that was more allopathic than homeopathic was because I understood that given my circumstances, life was the quality I was choosing. What makes me mad is the lack of credit the holistic approach gets. I get categorized as someone on a trend, someone trying out the latest fad, not as someone who is taking ownership over their life and health. The thing is you can't always take every report as the final outcome. If I had, I would have died nearly five years ago. The hard part is holding your own in a world of medicine that doesn't believe that your results are just as credible. I don't regret the choices I've made, even present day. I realize that some things are just really out of my control. That's what I like about nutrition, I can decide how healthy I want my eating choices to be. As for the doctors, the ones who I've been angry at, I get that they have a job to do and it's their life's practice to get people better the ways they know how. I get it. But, I feel like I'm placed in a position of do what they say so my life won't be cursed. That's the part that stings the deepest. I should have peace of mind knowing that I'm being cared for, but there's this lingering hesitation that tells me this fight is bigger than just me as one single person fighting against cancer. No, the hesitation points to the fact that the fight is that cancer can only be fought in one way, and that way is the way the conventional world sees fit. I'm not alone in this heartache. I have friends and family who have rallied with me to fight the disease and curse cancer's name. It just that some days I feel like a microcosm to the story instead of an example on how to beat cancer.
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