Cancer is the magic word for the medical doctor to trigger his patient’s “need for chemotherapy,” soonest possible, or the deathbed is just nearby.
Incidentally, the word is also a great cause for psychological stress which could throw off the patient’s homeostasis, effectively inducing a chemical imbalance which makes “incurability” a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Fortunately, this was not the case with a Greek war veteran named Stamatis Moraitis, who came to the United States for a treatment of a combat-mangled arm, in 1943, but was diagnosed with an “incurable lung cancer,” one day in 1976.
He sought other doctors for a better treatment, but all 9 of them confirmed the first diagnosis, and consequently, prescribed the same aggressive chemotherapy treatment, his non-compliance of which would only afford him 9 months to live.
Instead of experiencing all the discomforts all patients have to endure from the side-effects of chemotherapy, he decided to go back home in Ikaria, Greece, where he could be buried beside his ancestors, and enjoy his last days with known friends and neighbors, while looking at the great Aegean Sea.
His main concern was the costs of cancer treatment and dying in the United States.
He figured a funeral in the United States would cost thousands, a traditional Ikarian one only $200, leaving more of his retirement savings for his wife, Elpiniki. Moraitis and Elpiniki moved in with his elderly parents, into a tiny, whitewashed house on two acres of stepped vineyards near Evdilos, on the north side of Ikaria.
At first, he spent his days in bed, as his mother and wife tended to him. He reconnected with his faith. On Sunday mornings, he hobbled up the hill to a tiny Greek Orthodox chapel where his grandfather once served as a priest.
When his childhood friends discovered that he had moved back, they started showing up every afternoon. They’d talk for hours, an activity that invariably involved a bottle or two of locally produced wine. I might as well die happy, he thought.
He re-adapted to the daily chores of the island, and started tending to his own garden, and even resurrected his family’s vineyard.
As opposed to his regimented “manual labor” job in the US, here he could chose to work, and take a nap, at his own time. Interspersed with his farming routines is a nighttime trip to the local tavern to socialize with other locals, e.g. playing dominoes past midnight.
Months have passed and turned into years, he still moving around unmindful of the lung cancer that he’s been carrying around, or so he thought. He disputed his age to be 102 years old while official documents say he was 97 in 2012.
He died on February 3, 2013. He outlived his doctors who diagnosed him almost 4 decades earlier.
Analysis & Conclusions
Doctors are not always right, nor do all of them share the same Hippocratic motivation. They have interests to uphold and protect starting from their own lifestyle, and the integrity of the medical priesthood, in general.
How did Stamatis Moraitis get rid of his cancer?
He turned away from the potential drama inside a chemotherapy clinic, and immersed himself into the normal life of the village where he grew up, effectively removing all psychological stresses he might have gotten out of the doom and gloom prognosis of the medical priests. That alone has a very significant contribution to his dramatic recovery.
Remember, psychological stress can induce high levels of acidity which facilitate more parasitic infections.
Conventionally, even doctors use the power of the mind from time to time, by prescribing non-lethal injectable distilled water, or cornstarch capsule, although they tend to diminish its significance by calling it a placebo effect, like they would abandon you as a conspiracy theorist when you finally understand how the world works by doing your due diligence as a conspiracy analyst.
But there’s more:
- His move into his village and away from the toxic environment of the city should eliminate any new contaminants into his respiratory system;
- his access to organic food maximizes his entire system to concentrating more on the fight against infection rather than on detoxification, and;
- his constant physical exertions during farming, which should force the full circulation of his blood, and make the delivery of oxygen, nutrients and white blood cells more efficient, while efficiently removing cellular and bacterial wastes;
- Coupled with unlimited hours of napping that could be responsible for the actual healing of his lungs.
All of the above should have exceeded his own expectations to just enjoy the remaining 9 months of his life, and eventually contributed to the defeat of his lung cancer, which allowed him to outlive his holy doctors.
His native island Iskaria is now considered by the mainstream media as the “The Island Where People Forget to Die.”
No, they just refused to pass the burden of dying with huge hospital debts that even those they’ll be leaving behind must pay after they’re long gone.
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