Most people accept the concept of chemotherapy unquestioningly, afraid to depart from conventional thinking. Dr. Ulrich Abel declared chemotherapy to be a “scientific wasteland,” and found that “at least 80% of chemotherapy administered throughout the world is worthless—but neither doctor nor patient is willing to give up on chemotherapy, even though there is no scientific evidence that it works.”
A survey of oncologists at McGill University Cancer Center found that 75% would refuse any type of chemotherapy, citing the “ineffectiveness of chemotherapy and its unacceptable degree of toxicity.”
A study conducted by Harvard researcher John Cairns showed that chemotherapy is “somewhat effective in only 2–3% of cancer patients, primarily those with the rarest kinds of cancer.”
I remember when I first learned that there was no Santa Claus. Disbelief, shock. That must be a lie. Because my parents wouldn't tell me a lie. But then all the evidence started piling up, and gradually I accepted that there was no Santa Claus. And I even understood why my parents made me believe in him: because eveyone else did.
So gradually the belief system developed throughout childhood and into adolescence and adulthood began to crumble. Most of what I believed as fact, was, in fact, myth or hype or lie. First, Santa Claus. Then the Easter Bunny. The Tooth Fairy. The Wizard of Oz. King Kong. Superman. The Y2K end of the world. The dot.coms. Pope John Paul I (anyone even remember him? Pope for 33 days in 1978 when assassinated by "insiders" because he supported birth control--read "In God's Name"). The pedophilic Catholic Church. The housing market. The economy. The banking industry. Wall Street. And now, chemo.
Disbelief. Shock. It must be a lie. Why would the cancer industry lie to me? For the money. It's always about the money. Outrage. Acceptance. Action.
If no one challenged conventional thought, the world would still be flat. All discoveries start with a departure from established thought.