Some of my readers may be aware that I was the recipient of some bad news this past week. The doctors told us, my wife and I, that my wife has either stage 1 or stage 2 breast cancer. When the doctor pronounced the word cancer my heart sunk and it was like the air was sucked from my lungs.
I have been guilty of criticizing others for their lack of priorities because they focus too much on trivial things like sports and television, while not taking any time to learn what is really happening in their country. I was at the exact opposite end of the spectrum, I focused all my attention on learning about our system of government, how our current government ignores the Constitution, and how they are being controlled from behind the scenes by various elites who seek to turn us all into their personal serfs.
So I guess I can be accused of having my priorities a bit askew as well. I think I may finally understand that people simply will not focus on what is important until they come to realize that they may lose that which matters most to them.
I met my wife 25 years ago. I was in the Air Force, stationed in Korea and was sent on a TDY, (temporary duty), to the Philippines to attend a form of combat survival training for our unit. I was in a Combat Communications unit whose job was to deploy into hostile areas and set up communications for the other combat forces. We were taught all kinds of things like how to properly camouflage equipment and set up perimeter defenses.
On our off duty time we were free to go off base and visit the many local bars and clubs that were right outside the gates of Clark Air Base. Believe me, I was no saint at the time, I was a typical GI who thought of only two things, getting drunk and getting laid.
It was during one of my excursions off base that I first saw my wife. I was with two friends and I saw her across the room at a restaurant. I turned to my friend and told him that I was going to marry that girl. He told me I was nuts, I didn’t even know anything about her. But something in me told me that she was the one I had been waiting for.
It took me awhile to muster up the courage to talk to her, but when we did finally talk it was like we had known each other for years and I knew I had been right about her. She would later tell me that she felt the same way.
I didn’t marry her right away as getting married to a foreigner is a difficult process when you are in the military. So I went back to Korea and we began writing while I put in for an indefinite tour at Kwang Ju Air Base, normally a one year stint, just for the guarantee that my next assignment would be to Clark.
It was two years to the day that I spent in Korea before I finally transferred to Clark and I could begin the process of getting married. Six months later, in front of a judge and two witnesses my wife and I said our vows and I have not regretted a moment of it.
I’m sure many of you have heard the old saying two peas in a pod, well that’s my wife and I. We fit together so perfectly that it was as if God had intended us to be together. We rarely argue, although she does have a nasty temper if someone makes her mad. We both do whatever needs doing around the house without concern as to whether that is a man’s, or a woman’s job, although she does take sole control of the finances because I am pathetic at it.
Over the course of the past 23 years my love for her has only grown, as has my respect for her. She gave up everything to be with me and she never complains about it. So when I found out that there is a chance I may lose her I was both devastated AND angry. I was angry, not at God for letting this happen to her, but angry and the medical profession for refusing to acknowledge that there may be alternative, and better treatments for cancer than surgery, poisonous chemotherapy, and destructive radiation therapy. I am angry because they don’t want to find a cure for cancer because, for them, it is a huge money making disease that a cure would only deprive them of enormous profits.
I had read some articles about alternative treatments but never paid them much heed because cancer is always something that happens to someone else. That was foolish on my part, especially since both my parents died from it. Yet I believe that is just a human foible, bad things always happen to someone else. Now I know otherwise.
Many of my friends have been very supportive, and forthcoming, with what they have learned about alternative cancer treatments. The problem is that almost each of them have provided me with information which contradicts what the others have provided. Some of them have even provided detailed case histories where a certain treatment plan has a proven track record of success. My problem is trying to come to grips with which one is best for my wife.
She has told me that she refuses to go through chemo, for which I am glad. But nonetheless she still has cancer and we need to find an effective, and alternative treatment. I have come to learn that cancer in and of itself IS NOT a disease, rather it is a normal reaction by the body to a deficiency in our diets. The only problem is figuring out what is askew with our diet that has caused this cancer and how to gain access to the various vitamins and enzymes which will restore her body to a normal balance.
Since I found out about the news I have found myself waking up in the middle of the night and just staring at her outline while she sleeps. She is a trooper and a tough lady, and she will survive this. But it has me scared beyond any fear I have every felt before, even the time I almost drowned in Florida.
So you will all forgive me if you don’t hear a peep from me regarding anything concerning politics until this crisis is over. And even then I may write a lot less than I did before this all happened. You see I have come to realize that even a normal healthy life is far too short. I need to spend more time focusing on what is truly important to me, and that is my wife. Above all she is the ONLY thing I care about in this world. This country could collapse and go into riots and civil war, but my only concern would be her safety and security.
So until you hear from me again I bid you all a fond adieu.