I have this theory: we all have a “BS” meter built deep in our souls. Think of a gauge with a needle that swings on one end from
a slice of baloney
to the other end
with a pile of manure
As we go through life, this natural inborn gauge (our innate trust) swings from “not going there (manure pile)” to “might give that some consideration (baloney is edible, after all).”
You are going to hear me reference my BS meter theory from time to time. I generally will state to the effect “smelling some baloney” (might be possible/worth consideration) to “stepping in manure” (don’t give it a second thought, not worth your time, general Texas malarkey)
I figured I might as well get this phraseology out there. Cancer patients (and their poor blessed families) get bombarded with every form of cure for cancer. Hey Robert, you should try standing under power lines, drink spring water from Turner Falls, or watch grade B science fiction on an old Zenith TV. Oh my word, you would not believe all the things I am hearing.
I went through this once already in 2008. I get told of religious everything, physical something, and general nonsense nothing. And that’s no bull.
Not only do cancer patients go through the rigors of medicine for healing, we endure the pressures of people’s good intentions with their often not so gentle prescriptions for cures, as if their zeal will convince me to change course.
And it is all a conspiracy as to why their product/belief/whatever isn’t being propagated at the local 7-eleven. For free. Conspiracy I tell you! Cover up! Cheap or free is the most common reason I hear for why their answer for cancer is not promoted openly. It’s too simple, not able to be controlled, too readily available, yet not prescribed by those in systems of medicine because no one can control it or make money off of it. Or some pile like that.
I may not tell you where my meter lands with your suggestions, but I do feel the needle swing in my heart with each email, conversation, and video.
You want to know something even more mind blowing than receiving daily suggestions on what might work to cure cancer? Some of these suggestions might even be wrapped in a slice of baloney to chew on. And that’s no bull.
(picture taken this May on the corner of a San Antonio Street)