Why B is for Bananas …

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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.

Someone developed a headache during the IV C infusion and the doctor advised her to eat more, but she couldn’t.  She needed something that would raise her blood sugar quickly.

I suggested a banana.

Chorus:  A banana?

 (you would have thought I’d suggested a Mars Bar or chocolate fudge cake)

“You mean Shareen says you can eat bananas?  You have a banana?”

(no, I actually have a box of Godiva truffles)

“Er … I may or may not have a banana which may or may not exist, but if I did have one, you’re welcome to it.  And no, Shareen didn’t say I could have a banana.”

(I think a drug smuggler would have had an easier time. )

In the end I revealed where the contraband was stored, and the doctor went and got the banana.

The woman held the banana with a reverence usually only accorded to the host in a Catholic mass.  There was a collective drool as she peeled and ate it slowly.

It was the best banana she had ever eaten, she declared.  The first she’d had in two years.

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This blog is dedicated to all those women (and men) who’ve had similar banana moments in their search for a cure for their cancer.  The journey isn’t always easy, but there are moments of indulgence and joy!

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