I have just spent a few days reading this book about her daughter Caron Keating, got it second hand off Amazon for 1p can you believe. I have always been intrigued as to why Caron went the alternative route, although still having some conventional treatments. I was surprised to learn she refused a second mastectomy with a recurrence in the other breast.
I found it very disturbing and quite harrowing. On a superficial level, most of us do not have a rather wealthy husband who can just give his job up to go with Caron where her whims took her and buy houses - to Fowey in Cornwall, near to me, for healthy air and away from the rat race in London. What I cannot understand is why she uprooted her family, with 2 very small children, to the other side of the world, to Byron Bay - a rather weird place on the North Eastern coast of Australia - far from her family and friends, where there is every quack remedy under the sun, and as she eventually found, many charlatans.
Some of the alternative treatments she put herself through, and was obsessed with, were to me quite bizarre. Electronic and sound therapy - Buddhist monks coming to live with her and incessant chanting, going out into the rain forest in the dead of night, besides the coffee enemas she gave herself every day - shades of the Gerson therapy. The Pooh lady who did colonic irrigation defied belief - a most unsanitary hosepipe and a wooden bucket in a hut! Having had many colonoscopies in hospital environments, I am surprised she didn’t have a perforated bowel. Then to uproot herself and family, yet again to go to Switzerland for some experimental treatment…words escape me.
I am though pleased she died at her mother’s home, as was her wish, since she was paranoid about hospitals and hospices. Her husband Russ was an absolute saint in his caring.
I have found this book a very salutary experience. The only comfort I have found from this book is that I do not look back on my life and try to find an answer, as she did, as to why I got breast cancer. Illnesses happen to all kinds of people… and no allopathic doctors, research scientists or philosophers yet have the answer. My way of dealing with bc is to live in the “now”, and accept the advice and treatments of my trusted doctors, which somehow Caron could not do - she was always searching for the miracle cure. Perhaps I live in a different universe to her.
I don’t wish to be judgemental, but did find Gloria’s constant harping on her beautiful, talented daughter a little hollow, and what a brilliant mother she was to her, when she could then put her down for her insecurities and fears. Thankfully, my mother died before knowing my twin brother got brain cancer and died at 50 yrs, and I got bc. But, she would never, for one moment, have ever discussed the fact that we may have brought our illnesses on ourselves because of our past history - and we didn’t take illegal drugs!
I will be interested to learn of other’s opinions - be glad to send this book to anyone who wants it - I certainly will not read it again. Just pm me.
On another subject, I have been invited to go to London to take part in a DVD for the National Colitis and Crohn’s Assocn - my husband has encouraged me to take part as there are not many people living with 38 yrs of this disease. I am now a little concerned as to what I should say beyond being positive (a word I know most of you hate)…trying to get my thoughts together about my experiences (some horrendous hospital episodes whilst living in Spain and holidaying at friends in Florida). I don’t want to be negative, but not quite sure how to pitch my story. Any advice? I think there are one or two women on this forum with both Crohn’s and bc, although I have no contact with them. Jane, Christine, and Mole, would love to hear your comments. Mole especially, can you give me some pithy comments?
Thanks for listening.
Liz.