What is metabolic therapy?

Metabolic therapy is based on the principle that cancer is caused by a state of imbalance in the body.

This imbalance can be the result of environment (e.g. toxins like amalgam fillings, tobacco), a poor diet (so that the body’s defenses are weakened), which lead to cancer.  Another contributory cause are stress and negative emotions which can affect the hormonal and endocrinal systems of the body which in turn cause the body’s immune system to get depressed.  Yes, cancer may be the result of genetic flaws, but there are people walking around with genes that predispose them to cancer, and yet they don’t get cancer – why?

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What I did next

I wish I could say that I was cool and calm when I got the diagnosis.  I probably looked cool and calm because when I’m really stressed I retreat into a no-feeling land and turn into a robot.

So it was a robot that faced the doctor, and all I could do was look down the notebook I had and ask him questions and write down his answers, cursing my shaky hand.  I have always taken copious notes, and this habit was to stand me in good stead in the months ahead.  If anything it gave me something to do, otherwise wound up like a tight spring, I would have burst into tears.

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Why B is for Bananas …

The location:  A clinic in the UK, specialising in using metabolic therapy to treat cancer, with the focus on high-doses of intravenous Vitamin C and nutrition.

The science:  There are hits and myths about sugar feeding cancer but consensus is that sugar is a definite no-no.  This includes fruit which contains high-levels of fructose, a type of sugar.

Because of this, all of us at the clinic are on a strict diet which includes no fruit, only veg.

(I’m finding this challenging and so am slowly transitioning, still permitting myself an apple and two bananas a day as I find it promotes, er-hem … regularity. )

We’ve all had the same nutritionist, so a lot of our food taboos are the same:  no fruit, no wheat, no dairy, no coffee or tea, minimal meat etc. etc.

The nutritionist’s name is Shareen and when we’re gathered together for the intravenous vitamin C session, the discussion invariably drifts towards food, comparing notes on what we’re allowed and not, with the inevitable “Shareen says …”.

We waxed wistfully about the good-old-days when we could sit at a cafe and just indulge.

My fantasy was a scone, still warm from the oven, slathered in butter and sandwiched with a thick layer of clotted cream and jam.

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