These well researched facts prove how insane this world is. Concerning the healthcare industry, I once read, a patient being cured is a customer lost and a society that keeps cures a secret so they can sell medication is not a real society but a mental institution. The cancer industry certainly qualifies as big business, in 2024, 220.80 billion was the revenue generated. An article stated that the industry is so huge that if a cure was found there's a chance the economy would collapse. The cost of a single chemotherapy treatment can vary greatly, rough estimations can range from $10,000 to $200,000 per treatment. Oncologists receive a 6% markup, meaning when they infuse a patient with a $10,000 monthly course of chemotherapy, their practice yields an extra $600. So the doctors make a minimum of $600 per treatment. Chemotherapy can cause a range of side effects, some of the most serious being infection and a weakened immune system, easy bruising and bleeding, and nerve pain. Chemotherapy can also damage cells in the heart, kidneys, bladder, lungs, and nervous system. I read of a doctor several years ago who had specialized in cancer treatment for 17 years and quit. He was tired of the hypocrisy and claimed studies that proved chemotherapy was 97% ineffective, quite simply it does not work. He started doing talk shows and is a strong advocate of holistic medicine. The specialist explained there are ways to change the body chemistry from acidic to alkaline; it is much more difficult for cancer to survive in an alkaline environment. He's a strong advocate of exercise, oxygen, and vitamin therapy. The bottom line is never, never, never agree to chemotherapy.

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He was a big man, 6ft 4in 240 lbs. and swaggered with a limp. His tattooed muscular forearms stretched his denim jacket and his glass eye sparkled eerily in the growing dusk. The half Cherokee half Sue Indian grunted "Hello runt." Regis Raingarden had exploded into town. Life would never be the same.

He'd purchased the rundown Kinnan house on the dead end of the street. A dark house for a dark man. It turns out he'd been a Marine in Okinawa during the Second World War. When liberated from prison camp he weighed 110 lbs, a socket hole where an eye should be, dozens of whip scars across his back, a broken leg and he was insanely screaming at his rescuers. He's surrounded by Japanese children who were spitting and urinating on him with loudly barking dogs. Raingarden was lying in feces and vomit, and completely out of his mind from the torture, starvation and immense pain he'd endured. He's a Satanist and perfectly insane.