bready dreamin’ on such a winter’s day
I’ve been doing this thing where I fast for forty-eight hours before chemo and another twenty-four hours after chemo. Bear with me, here. As I mentioned in previous posts, I’m open to alternative medicine, when it’s not an either-or kind of thing—so, not an alternative but an additive. I am not open to the conspiracy-theory-laden remedies suggested by the most recent self-appointed oncologist to cross my path, the acupuncturist across the hall from me. In addition to those damn alkaline foods, he talked about something called cesium that he actually referred to as a “magic bullet,” and sent me to the FAQ section of a website called cancercoverup.com . “Don’t be put off by the name,” he said. But is it okay to be put off by FAQ #5? “Why should I believe you? Weren’t you convicted of fraud?” Anyway, no one involved in the ACTUAL MEDICAL STUDIES about fasting has been convicted of fraud. The theory is this: Healthy cells rally under a bit of stress, such as short stints o...