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Just use your filter, it helps keep the BP down, LOL.
I do. And Bill may be next. I always first give prospective PLONKEES a great deal of room to hang themselves without redemption. I.P.
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Dear I.P., I too had very high standards for proof. As a research scientist it was very important, so I said nothing. But after several cancer deaths in my family I came to realize that maybe my judgement that everything had to be proven with a double bind study was perhaps to zealous. Perhaps living through the experience was enough. I can’t stay silent any longer and let people die. I fully expect to find pessimism. Sure there are many false cures out there. If you had the cure for cancer what would you do?
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Ok Billy boy, a few comments… you lose ANY credibility by even IMPLYING that Steve doesn’t care about helping people with cancer. He’s the best. That makes you a stupe. Worse than a dope. Then…I.P….you need not apologize for your language when talking to a stupe. I leave the rest to this most able group. Ron B. In Chicago, the toddlin’ town. Billy can take his cure, make his gazillions, and buy himself an island. or… he can more likely go dumpster diving for a half-eaten donut.
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If you had the cure for cancer what would you do?
I’d proceed with it, and I already have. Just for arguments sake, so you infer that you have "the cure"? If so, you’re wasting your time on this newsgroup. You should be on as many TV news shows as possible, and speaking with the highest centers of learning even faster. You’d be another Jonas Salk or Louis Pasteur or even George Papanicolaou. I’ll be waiting with bated breath. B.A.
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Ok Billy boy, a few comments…
(snip, especially the kind and undeserved remark about me) Before going too far afield, it might be well to review what science has to say about ginger: http://www.umm.edu/altmed/ConsHerbs/Gingerch.html Note that the nearest it approaches to cancer is that it has been used to relieve nausea caused by chemotherapy. But of course this will not discourage Billy. He’ll now launch into a rant about Eeeevil Big Pharma suppressing cures. I just thought of something. Maybe, just to include the more recent weirdness, if one gave up wearing footwear and dipped the ginger snaps in urine before eating them, this would have a cumulative curative effect! Hmmmmm. Regards, Steve J "I am under no obligation to respect your beliefs. Respect is earned; it is not an entitlement…" — Lionel Shriver
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Suppose I post the following paragraph all over the internet, including in China — the greatest concentration of high-speed internet service on the planet: I absolutely guarantee I can PREVENT your death from cancer. Send me one measly U.S. dollar and a self-addressed stamped envelope and I will send the cure — a simple, delicious, safe, once-a-day snack of a specifically balanced combination of carrots, rice, any fish or poultry you prefer and a certain number of grains of salt — plus a certified promise to refund your dollar to your heirs if cancer kills you more than one year after your sign-up. All your heirs have to do is send me your death certificate and another SASE and I’ll refund your dollar. This offer is open to anyone, so tell everyone you know. The World Bank certifies that I have an account always holding $10,000 to cover my guarantee. Man, I’m RICH! Even if I honor every commitment, I’m rich. But at what price have I gotten rich? 1. I’m morally corrupt. I helped no one. 2. Anyone who delayed or avoided treatment because they believed me is likely to suffer because of me. 3. I look like an idiot to any rational person. 4. Worst of all, I’ve become … a SPAMMER. Getting rich isn’t THAT important to me. I.P.
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You know, Bill, if you had said: Diagnosed PC this age, this PSA, this gleason, this year. Here is what I did: drank urine, ate ginger, slept in cats claw (or whatever) Here is what happened: I am this old, this is my PSA, etc, etc– then no one would have yelled at you. They may have disagreed that your choice was a cure, but they disagree with each other all the time anyway. If you give that information, then you are sharing your experience. Valid enough. No one is going to argue with that. They may question your veracity, but it depends. If you are as stupid as you were in your first post, I think prevarication would be obvious. That thing you wrote did not make much sense, but I seem to recall those park bench guys wondering if any of those symptoms were from cancer. It seems are saying that you thought you had cancer and you took a bunch of herbs and now you don’t think you have cancer. This is good–very good–for you. But, it’s pretty offensive to men who are fighting for their lives on a daily basis to have this crap stuck in their faces. I believe there is probably a newsgroup for people who think they have cured themselves from what they think was cancer. I have about 100 more things to say but I’ll quit. You know what you’re doing, and you are a sick puppy. If you are going to post to a group, you could at least read a couple of posts. You’d figure out pretty quick what kind of information (see my first paragraph, above) is shared in this group. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Dear I.P., I too had very high standards for proof. As a research scientist it was very important, so I said nothing. But after several cancer deaths in my family I came to realize that maybe my judgement that everything had to be proven with a double bind study was perhaps to zealous. Perhaps living through the experience was enough. I can’t stay silent any longer and let people die. I fully expect to find pessimism. Sure there are many false cures out there. If you had the cure for cancer what would you do?
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Bill’s Cancer Cure Copyright 2006. Preface Bill’s Cancer Cure is a fictional short story. Any resemblance of any character, place, thing or event in this story to any person present or past or any real place, thing or event is coincidental and unintended. It was a beautiful day. The crisp air still under the clear blue sky. Another meeting of three retired gents was taking place. Sam, Jack, and Bill have been getting together at this spot for years, always eager to shoot the breeze, tell tall tales, and catch a few rays along with fresh air. Bill and Sam were sitting on the park bench as Jack rolled up his wheel chair beside them. "Good morning", said Jack, slightly out of breath. Bill replied, "Good afternoon Jack, its afternoon." As Jack and Bill spoke they noticed that Sam was not paying attention. He seemed to be day dreaming. They stopped talking, waited, then Bill asked Sam, "Sam, wake up, what are you doing, dreaming?" "Ah, what?" said Sam. "Are you OK Sam?" asked Bill. Sam spoke up "I’m not sure, I think I am. I mean, you now when something happens and your not aware until long after that it happened? Like you see blood on your finger, you notice you cut yourself, but you don’t know how it happened or when. I think something like that happened to me but much worse." "OK I’m game, go ahead" said Jack. Sam continued, "Well several years ago I had spasms in the nether regions. So I went to my Doctor, he checked me out, I had an ultrasound, and he said it’s them herbs you’re taking. Stop taking them. Of course I didn’t, and the spasms went away. It was actually a different herb called Cat’s Claw that seemed to cause the spasm. I thought, Oh maybe there is an impurity in it or it’s a bad batch or something like that." "So you stopped taking it and that’s the end of the story, right?" asked Bill. "No", snapped Sam. "It’s just the beginning. What was in the back of my mind was that Cat’s Claw is an immune system booster that supposedly has some anti-cancer properties. What if when I started to take the Cat’s Claw that my body started to fight something that was there?" Jack asked, "So then you had cancer?" Sam continued, "The Doctor said no, so I couldn’t have, right? So then six months later I get the flu shot and then I start to get diarrhea, a little at first, then more often, then like every day for three months. Then it got harder and harder to go and then it stopped. I thought, finally I’m back to normal, damn flu shot." "I never heard of flu shots doing anything like that before", said Bill. "Maybe it was a real mild bout of that Guillain Barre Syndrome thing", said Jack. Sam asked Jack, "Is that a TV repair term, Jack?" "Hey Sam just admit TV repair guys are the smartest", Jack replied. Sam continued, "OK Jack TV repair guys are very, very smart. So I thought I’m good now. Then after a few days I think um like I should be going but nothing. Now it’s a week and I feel real full, I start to get worried. I start to take Stresstabs multi-vitamins, Opti-Minplex + D multi-minerals, Ginger Root capsules, and forced myself to drink lots of water." Jack asked, "Are those the 500mg Ginger with 5% Gingerol?" Sam replied, "Ya, that’s right. I took one capsule then two then three. I took more until I maxed out at 6 capsules four times a day. I took Ginger once before along with Cranberry for Prostatitis instead of antibiotics and it worked, so I thought it was pretty safe. That was until my heart started to flutter." "You know," said Jack "Ginger is great for flavoring food and an upset tummy but at high doses it’s different. If you were taking Aspirin or Coumadin to prevent blood clots you could of hemorrhaged to death or had a stroke. On top of that it is dangerous if you have a heart rhythm problem." "Well I’m alive so I guess I’m lucky as well as stupid," said Sam continuing. "My heart scared me a bit so I stopped the Ginger. But as soon as my heart was OK I started again at a lower dose. I took as much as I could until my guts and liver began to ache. That was about five days, then I stopped everything except the water for about two days." Bill asked, "You felt good when you were doing this?" "Of course not" said Sam "I was real tired, slept a lot, felt real rotten and weak, it got so bad I felt I had to throw up but couldn’t. I think the Ginger really prevented me from throwing up." "Well then" said Jack. Sam went on, "well my guts started to work a little, they were still pretty jammed up, so after a couple of days when I felt good enough to continue, I did." "You did that for another week?" asked Bill. "Oh no" said Sam "I only did it as much as I could which was about three days." Jack said with a shrug, "Ah ha so you almost killed yourself to cure constipation rather than have an enema." Sam said "If it was constipation, once it cleared I would have been back to normal quickly. It would not have felt like a big stopper was in my intestine. And would not have taken months to heal up. On top of that I had to do it again three years later. But the second time it was very easy took only a couple of days, but my heart fluttered again. Maybe going to the dose that affects the heart is the key. The first time I think I was lucky I caught it early enough that I still had good enough health that I made it through without kidney failure." "Or your liver shutting down" said Jack "look if you thought you had the Big C you should have been in the hospital. They could have watched your heart, given you dialysis if your kidneys got overloaded. You may have something there about the Ginger dosage. I read something on the Internet about mitochondria going hyper in cancer cells, maybe the high dose Ginger flips a switch and resets them back to normal. But since they are damaged or unstable, every once in a while they will need another reset. Or like the other article I read about mice treated with Ginger for colorectal cancer, you’re just a lucky mouse that got the right treatment by accident." "Well I’m convinced," said Bill "you had cancer, colorectal or prostate or whatever and you accidentally found a cure. Maybe it’s just that or maybe it’s for all cancers. I’m going to make a ton of money." Jack mockingly said, "Oh ya, Bill’s Cancer Cure." "Why not?" questioned Bill. "Preposterous!" blurted Jack getting quite excited "you can’t say anything, you only have Sam’s story. He never even had a biopsy or any proof that he actually had cancer. And his treatment could be dangerous, if someone was sicker than he was or had a heart, or kidney, or liver problem they could die." Bill shot back, "you can’t let people die! Maybe it is just testimonial evidence, but even anecdotal evidence is evidence. Have you every seen Ball Lightening? Well I have and it is real." "Look," said Jack, "all I’m saying is that you can’t go around shooting off your mouth. This kind of thing needs a large double blind study that takes years and costs millions." "Ah Jack" said Bill as he turned red as a beet, "who is going to do that? We’re talking about Ginger here. Remember Ginger as in Ginger Ale, Ginger Snap cookies and Ginger a million different foods? Not one company is going to spend any money to develop Ginger anything even if it’s a cure for cancer." "Gentlemen, gentlemen" piped up Sam "got yah!" Bill shouted, "you bugger!" Jack added, "good one!" They had a good laugh, sighed, leaned back, and caught a few rays. It was a beautiful day.
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I apologize to those who object to my profane reference to the son of God, but, man, I’m SICK of these idiots and of trying to think up clever ways to express my disgust for them.
Just use your filter, it helps keep the BP down, LOL. Dale j. —
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Go catch PC or something
What makes you think I didn’t? See my responce to PING: Bill’s Cancer Cure’s writer I’m SICK of these idiots
Having no experience on these groups I was not aware of how open you are to new ideas.
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Go catch PC or something What makes you think I didn’t? See my responce to PING: Bill’s Cancer Cure’s writer I’m SICK of these idiots Having no experience on these groups I was not aware of how open you are to new ideas.
We’re very open to new ideas … when they are proven by proper trials to work, to do less harm than good, and to be better than proven methods we haven’t tried yet. Look how many thousands of people reject even such mainstream treatments as RP, RT, and/or ADT for many personally valid reasons, then ask yourself how likely they are to think ginger root or urine consumption is going to do what the medical might of the free world cannot promise: cure them. And anyone who thinks herbs are a new cure for PC has lived in a cave for the last several milennia; what he REALLY should be pitching is anti-aging supplements … as soon as he can convince us he has lived in a cave for milennia. I.P.
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Bill’s Cancer Cure Copyright 2006.
(snip sales pitch, which is what it is…) Lawn fertilizer. Love & kisses, Steve J
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Hi Steve, Your a fool if you honestly think it is a sales pitch! There is no sales pitch, no store, no web site, and no one is asking for money. You obviously don’t care if people die from cancer. This is no joke, it is real, it is free, and hopefully this useful information that will save many lives. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Bill’s Cancer Cure Copyright 2006. (snip sales pitch, which is what it is…) Lawn fertilizer. Love & kisses, Steve J
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Hi Steve, hopefully this useful information that will save many lives.
A message must be O B V I O U S to get it across to people. If there was information — i.e., a pony — under all that pucky, I didn’t find it in the 6-10 seconds I give a new site or message. If I don’t see a great pony within seconds of clicking on a website or a message, I’m outta there. I.P.
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Hi Steve, hopefully this useful information that will save many lives. A message must be O B V I O U S to get it across to people. If there was information — i.e., a pony — under all that pucky, I didn’t find it in the 6-10 seconds I give a new site or message. If I don’t see a great pony within seconds of clicking on a website or a message, I’m outta there.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Bill — I took 11 seconds this time. Cat’s Claw? Ginger something? Get the hell out of here with your BS. Go catch PC or something and marry the lady who drinks her own urine to cure her prostate cancer or whatever the hell THAT was about. I.P. I apologize to those who object to my profane reference to the son of God, but, man, I’m SICK of these idiots and of trying to think up clever ways to express my disgust for them.
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