Hi Lloyd!
Well all I can say is that you've been warned about answering emails from
people you don't know, but you answered and now I will try to exercise
all my self-restraint and not spam you with email. But I do have a lot
that I want to share with others and I will try to put together some thoughts,
stories, jokes etc. in a postable form and send them to you to dispose
of as you see fit.
In my first email I didn't really tell you about my run-in with the Peg
Intron Ribaviron combo therapy. Don't let my light hearted mention of
it hide the fact that it was hands down the worst thing I have ever done
to myself. It kicked my butt and after 5 months the doc took me off it.
That was six months ago. I felt better for a period of time afterward,
but now have rapidly lost my energy, stamina and general zest for life.
My stomach feels bloated and I can't escape the intuitive feeling that
something is badly haywire. I can't continue working much longer and will
order the NatCel Thymus and related products in a last ditch effort to
re-gain my life, as soon as I work out some details. It's that or go on
disability and wait to die.
I went to a doctor because of years of vague and varied symptoms. I got
the diagnosis and did most of my research on mainstream medical sites
on the internet. I believed that the combo therapy was my best hope even
though I had read the studies and knew the success rate was dismal. I
did not really know that there could be complications that would not go
away other than suicide. There are serious debilitating consequences.
And even now, it is easy for those complications to be blamed on the disease,
not the therapy, because the liver controls so many different processes.
But I am definately worse off now than before treatment. That feeling
of Sheol, of my approaching death, is very sobering.
My experiences with the medical machine were like everybody else's. At
its best its a rather mechanical assembly line type of thing, and at its
worst it kills people. Hospitals are very dismal if you do not have family
or friends to spend a lot of time with you, co-ordinate your care and
provide for personal comforts. They have no time for comfort or for pleasantries
for a lot of reasons. They think they are doing a lot more than they
are.
This state of affairs is not conducive to health and recovery and hence
there is a real attempt to move people through and get them out so they
can get better. This is bolstered by the insurance industry's desire to
reduce stays and thereby reduce costs. That is one of the main successes
of the system, that they have realized that staying in their care too
long is dangerous. Do the mechanical work and turn them over to some one
who cares.
I believed I was getting to the point in my life where I had something
to offer humanity before I went to the doctor or anything. I have always
studied people and the human predicament and now I finally feel that I
may have some worthwhile observations. In some ways, this face-off with
death has been an agent of order in my thinking and certain things seem
more definate. Like the value of fidelity, wholesome discipline, hope
for the future, faith in a plan, mercy for the mis-guided, the willingness
to take any one into your heart, into your family, bearing one anothers
burdens, and all the other faces of love. "How can you love the Father
if you cannot love your fellow man?" You are doing well and I hope
that I can write some things to inspire you and our family in our quest
for life.
M.P.
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