I watched the hullabaloos on breast cancer in breast cancer month (October) and did not say anything for the first time since I started my one man band against prostate cancer. I watched as no hullabaloo was made against prostate cancer, and the prostate cancer month of September came and went in typical fashion of a prematurity, where it died before it lived.
Then there was mustache movement or Movember, another ridiculous attempt to bring awareness to prostate cancer. In this buffoonery men across the aisle grow a concoction of mustache, beards, and other large and imposing facial hairs in recognition of their stance and support.
My unpopular position against cancers is prevention, an avenue that no organization seems to agree with. Is it because in this this way no pharmaceutical conglomerate will have this hip-pity-hop to the bank? Early detection did save my life against prostate cancer. But by golly! what would I have given not to have contracted the disease in the first place!
Indeed…I stood by these past three months and said nothing, did nothing, wrote nothing, as the cancer waters were churned for another season. No cures have been announced for these debilitating diseases nor will there ever will. Those who have announced cures have either been vilified into oblivion or left to scurry in and between those who sought them by night. I do speak mainly figuratively here as from Jamaica to Mexico and Far East, etc., cures are not necessarily put on shelves for public access. By all and sundry therefore, they may have well be operating in the night.
So my insistence will continue to be on prevention by taking in good food. Natural foods without steroids and growth hormones, and foods not manufactured and soaked in preservatives and poisons, sail on the priority list of good foods.
Anyone of my previous blogs have strongly emphasized, underscored, foment this idea. Check and see, from The Real Reasons We Die forward, I have hammered and nailed this idea in concrete, if I could.
Prostate cancer regrettably has turned its deathly attention to younger men today in an insidiously significant way. Over seven years ago I was told by my Urologist that the youngest he operated on with prostate cancer was a twenty four year old. Was that an anomaly, or the writings on the wall?
Read for yourself in the attached article Why So Many Young Men Are Getting Prostate Cancer. Maybe the younger guys will listen to me, a voice crying in the wilderness… PREVENTION! PREVENTION! PREVENTION!
Please read my own survival story in Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) available at Amazon.com
Until no resident will say, “I am sick” Isaiah 33:24, and until next time. Walk good and pack light my friend.