On raw food choices and cancer
The most amazing thing about changing my diet to vegetarian/vegan/mostly raw (I'm still transitioning) is how drastic a measure many people think it to be. By people, I mean people I work with, people who know that I've had cancer twice. I guess I'm surprised that people can only see the cancer treatment continuum as a series of things that are done TO you, not things that you do for yourself, to help fight.
Food is a very confusing thing in our society. Advertisers & manufacturers invest us emotionally in bland, oversalted fare that bankrupts our bodies to make us feel satisfied for the moment. Nutrition is the least concern, but oil, sugar, fat, salt and empty overprocessed carbs are cornerstones of this diet, which people can't imagine abandoning for any reason, health or otherwise. The food bears little resemblance to the healing allies we see around us as mindful eaters, and as a result, people often fail to see food as a meaningful link in the chain of response to disease.
Well, here I am, though. Armed with the knowledge that cancer may be on the horizon again someday, I am trying to change my odds, through food. And the body's response has been pretty amazing, just from a superficial level. I've lost almost 20 pounds, since starting in mid-November, and have stopped having problems with lymphedema (a complication from surgery or radiation that causes the lymphatic system to work improperly in an affected area: for me, it was my upper back, my chest around my armpits, my upper arms, and my right arm to the fingers, and arose from the bilateral mastectomy I had last year.) I have a lot more energy, my skin is softer, a toenail fungus that was starting up on my big toe just reversed course and disappeared, and my muscles feel stronger than they have in years. Now granted, some of this is the return to health after almost 2 years of dealing with breast cancer and thyroid cancer. But a lot of how I have changed encompasses the last 4 years' worth of weight gain, fatigue, and low energy.
My co-workers comment on it, and ask how I did it, and when I tell them, I can watch them shrink back, wrinkle their noses, and just look perplexed at why anyone would want to do this. I'll be the first to admit, I used to have a hard time understanding this sort of lifestyle (chiefly, the removal of yeast breads from my diet: I was a total bread addict, and couldn't imagine a day without bread. After a short time on my mostly raw diet, I stopped wanting bread, and started actively avoiding it.) People think I'm some kind of health freak. And, as I write this, I guess I have to conclude I am. If caring about what you put in your body makes you a freak, I'm a freak. A proud, logical freak who hopes to live a long damn cancer-free time.
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