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From: jmg@houxk.UUCP
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Subject: Re: Re: Another dramatic cancer cure for macrobiotics
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Date: Sun, 9-Oct-83 02:22:23 EDT
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Posted: Sun Oct  9 02:22:23 1983
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To: Steve Dyer
From: Joe McGhee
	I agree that there are many in the medical profession who follow
only the highest standards, who work very hard and very efficiently.
Unfortunately there numbers are too small and, it seems, growing smaller
every day. In my experience I've met too many bozoes wearing stethascopes.
While I was serving in the Naval Reserve at Lakehurst NAS some years ago
I was classified as blood type O. The following year the same person
classified me as blood type A. I looked at him and said "Gee that's funny!
Last year I was type O, now I'm type A". He took the paper, scratched out
the A and wrote in O. I'm still wondering if I'm really type O or A.
	In the same hospital I was called in after a urinalysis for a
consultation. The doctor told me I had parasites in my bladder which showed
up in my urine. I was deeply concerned. I asked him to tell me more about it.
He said that normally this parasite only occurs in women but men can get it
through intercourse. A big smile spread across my face and I went into 
convulsions with belly laughs. When I finally got myself under control I
told him "I don't have that disease." He said "How can you tell me you don't
have this disease. I'm a doctor." I said "Because I'm a virgin!". He still
didn't believe me, after all I was only a cadet and he was a commissioned
officer and a doctor to boot. I said "I'm going to my own doctor and get
this thing straightened out." I went to a civilian doctor and explained the
whole thing. Naturally he didn't believe me for a second. After all, I wasn't
a doctor, etc., etc. Finally the first test results came back. Negative!
He said "Gee there must be something wrong here. I'll just take another sample,
grow it in a Petrie dish and I'll find the little critters."
	Finally after a week or so he called me into his office with a tone
of grave concern in his voice. He said "I don't know what to say, I can't find
any trace of those parasites!" I said "Would you please do me a favor? Write
a letter stating your test results to the hospital at Lakehurst and clear
this whole thing up." Naturally he was reluctant knowing that this would
tarnish the reputation of a fellow physician, but he finally agreed. The
next time I saw the doctor at Lakehurst walking around the base I said
"Hello, did you get the letter from my doctor?" He walked right past me as
if I was invisible, he never looked in my eyes and never said another word
to me again.
	Another time I went to a doctor after I jabbed myself with a pair
of scissors. He had a German accent - very impressive! I said "I jabbed myself
in the hand, the scissors went very deep under the skin and I have no feeling
along one side of my index finger. I must have cut the nerve." He said "That's
impossible. You couldn't have cut the nerve." I said "Then what's your
explanation for my finger going numb?" He said "It's your imagination."
(It took a few years before my imagination subsided enough that so that the
feeling returned to my finger to some degree. It still isn't the same as it
was before the accident.) Then he said "What do you want me to do about it?"
I said "I really only came here for a Tetanus shot. That's the usual procedure
to protect against infection in a deep punture wound isn't it?" He reluctantly
nodded and gave me the shot.
	A couple of years ago my pediatrician told me my oldest son had a bulge
in his scrotum. He referred me to a surgeon. Again I was getting concerned.
My 6 year old son was terrified by the surgeon's examination. The surgeon
said "He has fluid in his scrotum. I can do the operation to correct it right
away." Seeing my sons obvious fear I asked "What will happen if he doesn't
have the operation?" He said "Nothing, but he will look deformed to others."
I realized then that he was proposing cosmetic surgery on the genitals of a
6 year old. I said "Thanks, I'll be in touch." He said "Call me back right
away so we can schedule the surgery." When I saw my pediatrician again I said
"It doesn't seem like there's any need to have this done right away." He said
"Not at all, he'll probably grow out of it in a couple of years". Two months
later the bulge and the fluid were gone.
	With regard to cancer, I've seen a number of people I know die from
it. The first was my uncle who had a brain tumor. He had the full benefit of
everything that the medical profession could do for him which was nothing.
He was sent home to die. First he went blind, then he hallucinated. Finally
he died with my aunt experiencing every minute of it. Then there was an
in-law's mother who had the full benefit of medical science. She died. Then
there was my father-in-law. He was a chain smoker and he liked to brag about
how he was so tough he could drink day old coffee and it would never bother
him. He got colon cancer. They cut out a big part of his intestine and he
wore a bag on his side. Six months later he died.
	Then there was my wife's 18 year old cousin who got leukemia. He
was treated at the Sloan-Kettering Institute in New York. The doctor told
him to smoke marijuana to lessen the pain. He certainly had all the benfits
of the latest techniques. His sister is a nurse. I'd heard that selenium
was a cancer preventative. The doctor agreed but said it was too late for
him. He died. Then there was my wife's aunt who smoked a lot and never ate
regular meals. She died of cancer. They couldn't do anything for her either.
	Just a few months ago I found out that one of my cousins has abdominal
cancer. He smokes a lot. Then I read the story of Dr. Sattilaro who had cancer
throughout his body, inside his skull, in his shoulders, in his spine, in his
ribs, in his abdomen, in his prostate. The prostate cancer alone is considered
a certain death sentence within three years at the most for somone at his age.
There is no record of anyone living any longer than that. The doctors who treat
him are his close personal friends and co-workers. They perform radical surgery
to extend his life a little bit removing a rib and both testicles and then
shoot him full of female hormones because testosterone makes cancer spread more
rapidly. They give him no more than 18 months to live after the surgery. He is
in constant pain and no narcotic can deaden it for more than a few hours a day.
	He meets two strangers who somehow convince him to try the macrobiotic
diet. He figures he certainly has nothing to lose and he doesn't have to stop
his medical therapy to try it. A month later his pain is gone. He gets tired
of the food and waivers. He trys one meal of regular food and becomes violently
ill. His body rejects the entire meal in no uncertain terms. He returns to the
diet and sticks with no matter what anybody says. He finds out about many
others including medical personnel who have been cured of cancer by the
macrobiotic diet. Eventually the macrobiotic people, without benefit of medical
instruments, tell him he is free of cancer. He returns to his regular doctor
for a periodic examination. His doctor is hoping against all the odds that
his cancer shows no increase from the previous examination. His doctor finds
that his body is completely clean, no trace of any cancer anywhere in his
body. There is no record in the medical archives of anyone making such a
recovery. His doctors say this is nothing short of a miracle. One says "I don't
know what your doing, but keep on doing it." In this case he decides to follow
his doctor's orders. Five years later he is still alive and still free of all
traces of cancer.
	But lets not delude ourselves. They did it with mirrors. Its all a
bunch of tricks. There's no way possible that these macrobiotic people could
be right. Is there?