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Dear Readers,

The following is a direct copy/paste from a newsletter I receive. Admittedly, at the end of the piece, a book is advertised. But, please, read the material. Everyone, in my opinion, owes it to herself/himself and all loved ones to get, and use, this information!

It’s been over two years since I took any, I am now healthier than I’ve been since I can remember. And my doctor’s report is this: ‘No evidence of cancer.’ (They think they ‘cured’ me!)”

— Cancer survivor Julie Fine

It’s called galloping breast cancer.

And, well, it’s just as terrifying as it sounds. It certainly wasn’t what 58-year-old publishing mogul Kathy Kellman wanted to hear from her oncologist.

She’d had a scan at her annual check-up. Everything was fine. Then, six weeks later, out of nowhere…

Kathy’s doctor told her she had stage 4 “galloping” breast cancer. That means the cancer was racing through her body at a breakneck pace.

Her doctors gave her six weeks to live.

Thankfully, Kathy had read about an under-the-radar cancer remedy. It’s a special type of salt that’s shunned by the mainstream medical community here in the U.S. Yet it has perhaps MORE verified, scientific studies backing it up than any other “alternative” cancer treatment. (You’ll hear more about that research in just a moment.)

So, Kathy refused chemotherapy and opted for this solution along with radiation for one of her many tumors.

It worked. A year after her predicted death date, she was in remission.

And she’s not the only one…

George Teller was 45-years-old when he was diagnosed with metastatic prostate cancer. He was in absolute agony. Yet returned to his normal life after using this treatment.

Then there’s Julie Fine.

Her doctors had been treating her metastatic uterine cancer for five years without success. It had spread all the way up to her neck. She reported online that she tried this secret salt… After only a week, she felt the neck tumors dissolving.

And things only got better from there.

As of her most recent update she said, “It’s been over two years since I took any, I am now healthier than I’ve been since I can remember. And my doctor’s report is this: ‘No evidence of cancer.’ (They think they ‘cured’ me!)”

Yet you won’t hear a peep about it from the mainstream. This cancer-destroying salt makes sense…but it makes no profit. Just one round of chemo costs the same as a 10-YEAR supply of this treatment.

And—unlike chemo—which withers and wastes patients away—this solution helps people gain weight, increases appetite, provides pain relief, and even improves mood.

It’s no wonder the former head of cell chemistry at the National Cancer Institute declared it, “The most remarkable anticancer agent I have come across in my 45 years of experience.”

In a moment, you’ll discover the sheer amount of peer-reviewed research confirming this compound works (in respected journals like the LancetOncology, and Nutrition and Cancer).

And—most important of all—you will see how you could access it for yourself or a loved one.

“A New Type of Chemotherapy”

Just looking at it, it doesn’t seem very special—a white, powdery substance. Not much different than table salt.

But I’m not talking about a simple salt you add to your meals. This compound has a different chemical structure entirely. And is one of the greatest cancer breakthroughs in history…

Because it attacks the disease in a very unique way.

You know how people with cancer get extremely thin and frail when they’re sick?

Well, more often than not, that’s what kills them. Not the tumors. Their bodies literally starve themselves to death feeding the cancer.

It’s a lethal side effect that nobody ever talks about. Yet according to some experts, this “wasting syndrome” is responsible for up to 73% of all cancer deaths.

And this compound is the only way we know of to reverse it. No drug can.

In the 1970s, Dr. Joseph Gold—founder of the Syracuse Research Institute—developed this therapy and published his early study results in the journal Oncology.

He administered the salt to cancerous rats. And sure enough, they stopped wasting away. Their tumors shrank. Some tumors disappeared entirely—prompting Dr. Gold to launch a massive crusade to get other physicians to try it.

He told of one such doctor who said, “I have a patient with terminal Hodgkins disease who will certainly die in three or four days. I’d like to try this.”

Sure enough, after working with Dr. Gold on a protocol, this patient was “up and about” in a few weeks.

Soon more stories like this started flooding in.

Cancer victims, who had been withering away, back on their feet in no time, gaining weight, living life. Like Ellen Shaw who had been “flat on her back” with cancer, then two weeks after treatment, was spending a good part of the day outside tending to her garden. All thanks to this compound.

So Dr. Gold pressed on. In one of his early human studies, this salt reversed the “wasting process” responsible for most cancer deaths. About 70% of patients saw improvements such as weight gain, increase in appetite, more strength, and pain relief.

For some patients, it outright shrank their tumors.

The results were so spectacular that Dr. Gold declared it “a new type of chemotherapy” that works on “virtually all types of cancer.”

During another clinical trial—a randomized, placebo-controlled, human study, the gold standard of research—published in the Journal of Clinical Oncology, it increased the survival time of end-stage lung cancer patients when combined with chemotherapy.

You’d think a breakthrough like this would be the first line of defense in the war on cancer. But thanks to the mainstream medical mafia, that never happened…

Cured Deadliest Brain Cancer

When the U.S. government’s National Cancer Institute conducted its own studies on the treatment, they declared it worthless. But it’s no surprise why…

The researchers broke modern medical research ethics by allowing subjects to take drugs they knew would interfere with the secret salt! The study was seriously flawed to say the least.

But a handful of in-the-know Americans, like Joe Campbell—a university professor—refused to give in.

He said, “I am appalled by the National Cancer Institute’s claim that [this compound] has little or no effect on cancer treatment.”

And he would know. Professor Campbell had one of the deadliest forms of brain cancer: glioblastoma multiforme. The survival rate with traditional therapies is about 1%.

With very little to lose, he turned to this white powder instead. Joe credits it with destroying his cancer and saving his life.

So why did the NCI ignore his and other life-saving results?

A $125 Billion-Dollar Threat

Is it because one of the lead researchers of the NCI study was the principal investigator of a competing drug from Bristol Myers Squibb…at the same time?

Is it because this compound is easy to obtain? Or because it can’t be patented…and only costs $1 a day, which makes it a threat to the trillion-dollar pharmaceutical interests? The same ones who wield tremendous power in Washington…

Know this: The drug industry employs three lobbyists for every single member of the U.S. House of Representatives.

And keep in mind, the National Cancer Institute is funded primarily by the government.

Not only that, but the NCI alone doesn’t have the resources to conduct research studies. So it collaborates with—you guessed it—Bad Pharma for almost all of its trials!

The sad reality is that when it comes to cancer research, money talks.

And chemo, radiation, drugs…that’s a $125 billion-a-year industry we’re talking about…an industry that is widely promoted to doctors, universities, and the public.

So of course they never tell you about a dollar-a-day cancer killer. No matter how many lives it’s saved.

Which is why I had to get this message out to you the moment we had all of our research compiled…

Shrinks Tumors in Only Six Weeks

Hi. My name is Amanda Angelini.

I’m the director of the independent research organization, The Institute for Natural Healing. We are a 280,000-strong alliance of researchers, doctors, and health-seeking people like you.

Our mission is to seek out the most promising cures and treatments from around the world, backed by solid research and scientific studies.

Because we’re outside the influence of the medical establishment, no one can control what we tell you. That way we’re free to bring these breakthroughs to people who need them. Breakthroughs like this secret salt.

You see, while the research here in the U.S. may have hit a brick wall, it just kept gaining traction internationally.

According to multiple, credible reports, scientists at the Petrov Research Institute of Oncology in St. Petersburg showed that this substance worked for more than half of late-stage subjects. These were patients with very little hope…who’d tried conventional treatments. And hadn’t responded.

Soon after, these Russian researchers conducted another study on patients with brain tumors. Sure enough, 63% of the subjects experienced significant relief from neurological symptoms—like headaches, intracranial pressure, seizures, sensory and motor disorders…and more…

These same Russian scientists next tested it on 233 patients.

65% of the advanced-stage cancer patients saw improvements like increased appetite and strength. In other words, the salt was reversing the wasting process responsible for most cancer deaths.

Not only that, but for some patients, the compound ate away at the actual cancer and reduced tumor size.

Like Anna Rabinovich…a 63-year-old woman with lung cancer. She could barely swallow her food, had lost a terrifying amount of weight, and was coughing up blood, according to reports.

But just two weeks after starting this therapy, her tumors were shrinking. Her appetite came back. Her cancer was disappearing. And without side effects.

Encouraged by the results, the researchers decided to go even bigger for their next study. This next one involved 740 patients.

The scientists concluded that this salt “provided relief of a wide spectrum of cancer symptoms.” They determined that it:

  • Halts the growth of tumors in animals
  • Is relatively nontoxic…especially compared to regular chemotherapy
  • Helps control the spread of cancer in humans
  • Improves mood

And reverses cancer’s deadliest effect.

I’ll show you exactly how in a minute. Like I mentioned earlier, it attacks cancer unlike anything else. And it’s the reason this compound is so effective at fighting even late-stage cancer.

But it’s important to take it the right way.

And that’s why my research team here at INH has put together a special report called The Forbidden Compound That’s Death to Cancer.

Today you can get this eye-opening report for free. You’ll see how in a moment. But I do urge you to hurry. This information is highly sensitive.

By claiming your report today, you’ll discover the dosages found in scientific studies to be most beneficial…when to take it…for how long (you’ll need to take a two-week break after a certain amount of time)…and other crucial details…

For example, there are certain prescriptions you’ll need to avoid. There are some common over-the-counter drugs as well (like Claritin) and even some vitamins.

Not only that, there are also some foods you shouldn’t eat. Things like pickles, fava beans, soy sauce. So if you or a loved one decide to try this treatment, you’ll need to steer clear of them. Your report includes a detailed list of foods to avoid.

But most important of all, you’ll find out how to cheaply, legally, and safely get this potent cancer-fighter for yourself.

And I do mean potent. As I mentioned earlier, this is the only treatment we know of that reverses cancer’s deadliest effect. Let me explain…

The Real Reason Cancer Kills

There’s a vicious cycle that fuels cancer. It looks something like this…

Step 1) Glucose feeds cancer cells

Step 2) The cancer cells create lactic acid

Step 3) The lactic acid is converted into glucose

And then the glucose feeds the cancer to create more cancer cells that create more lactic acid that create more glucose…it goes on and on!

The end result of all of this is the wasting syndrome I mentioned earlier. The one responsible for up to 73% of all cancer deaths. And it’s exactly what it sounds like—the extreme loss of muscle, weight, and appetite. Of course, it also leaves you wide open to fatal complications.

But the compound I’ve been telling you about stops your body from converting the lactic acid into glucose so that this cycle never kicks off in the first place.

A UCLA study published in the journal Cancer, showed that it helped 83% of patients maintain or gain weight.

Author and alternative health expert Ralph Moss, Ph.D. explains, “Unlike most anti-cancer agents, which have been discovered by trial and error, [this substance’s] use was the end result of a series of logical deductions—a rational quest for a specific type of therapy.”

He also tells of…

…the 62-year-old patient with cervical cancer, in the final stages of wasting away. She wasn’t expected to live. But after trying this solution, she gained weight, got back on her feet, and out of the hospital.

And that’s not all. This treatment we’ve uncovered doesn’t necessarily have to be an “alternative.” If you have cancer and have decided on chemo, it can be used along with conventional methods.

For example? Alexander P. was a 40-year-old man with late-stage Hodgkin’s. He’d suffered through 10 mainstream treatments back-to-back with no success. 10!  So his doctors put him through a course of the secret salt protocol, then back on the chemo and, suddenly…he went into total and complete remission.

You’ll discover more of these success stories when you claim your free report The Forbidden Compound That’s Death to Cancer.

But, more important than anything, you’ll find out how to get your hands on this powerful and effective solution right here in the USA.

  • You’ll be surprised when you discover the 100% legal loophole that allows you to buy this treatment online.
  • There are two forms of this compound available. We tell you which one to get and which one to avoid. This is important.
  • We also identified two reputable manufacturers who sell this supplement. One of the options is even “medical-grade.” And don’t forget, it costs about $1 a day.

But I cannot stress this enough…time is very much of the essence. There is no telling how long we can keep this information online.

Now, I can’t say for sure that this treatment is right for you. But I do believe that you have every right to at least know what your options are.

And since you’ve followed along this far, you already understand that true alternatives do exist. This is proven, safe, and inexpensive. We’re talking real science…real doctors…real people cured.

In a moment, I’ll show you how to get access to this cutting-edge research, free of charge.

Before I do, please allow me to fully introduce my organization: The Institute for Natural Healing.

Welcome to Indepedent Healing

Independent Healing was founded on the idea that everyone has a sovereign right over their own bodies. And that means having access to all of the cures and therapies available, not just those approved by the medical monopoly.

And to support that right we publish new, hopeful, and science-backed findings from around the world so that our readers can decide for themselves which course of healing they want to follow.

Patty Ashland of Bayshore, NY reports, “I found you right after my cancer diagnosis as I was determined to fight and win without chemo or a ton of toxic stuff. Between the info I found through you and all the knowledge I accumulated myself, I beat cancer without Big Pharma!”

 

Yes, dear readers, it’s INDEPENDENT HEALING. And, it comes through The Institute For Natural Healing. That’s the source of this information. I credit them, and I promote them. My mother died, unnecessarily, from the very brain tumor which responds to the treatment described above. In her honor, I spread this to you.

Ruth Ann Scanzillo

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Italians.

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It takes all kinds.

And, I’m glad to say so.

What if we were all reticent and deferential? In America, we’d be stuck on a street corner, bowing and gesturing for the other to cross. Crowds would form. Traffic would stall. Chaos to commerce. Only the strong would survive. Finally, one lone person, likely among the shortest, would push through the throng and head across the road, shaking his or her head in disbelief at the inefficiency of it all. That would be the Italian.

For every proponent of tolerance, acceptance, and the next festival in celebration of diversity there’s an old Dago who sits, reading the paper and chuckling. Somebody brings him a sandwich. Talking with his mouth full, he’ll tell you what for. He knows. He’s Italian. We always do.

For the final decade of my twenty five in public education, I worked at an elementary school at the cusp of the county line. Demographically, there were few Italians living over there. True to their history in our town, the surviving generations were still maintaining their family homes closer to the center of the west side. I remember being told by my then very blonde and fair skinned boss that I was “a bit harsh.”

Nobody at the other school, over in Little Italy, would have called me by that moniker. Everybody who worked there or ran that building told it like it was. There was a happy extroversion in that climate. And, the faculty was the most cohesive social group in the entire city. I will never forget the night of my first all school program; there had to have been seven teachers there, all helping run herd, and they’d all organized entirely unsolicited by me. They were led by one woman. She was Italian.

For just under three years, I had a mother in law. She thought Italy was a third world country, and “loved my brown eyed grand children just as much as my blue eyed grandchildren.” Everybody tries, some more than others. But, we’re all different, it’s always easier to stay the way we are, and inherent bias is unavoidable. But, when you cross the line, the Italian will tell you so.

What line?

Well, back when civilization was trying to evolve beyond barbarism, there was a people who, though their motive was to establish power, were adept at assessing a situation, identifying its obstacles, and spending intelligent energy and willpower developing a solution. To expand their influence, roads were developed and constructed, the kind which could be traveled beyond the dusty sandal and walking stick. In fact, entire transport systems were created which ultimately established connections, yielding an increase in trade and cultural exchange.  Prior to this, there were kings and their extended families, and land owners, and slaves, and the poor – the latter, in droves. These expanding road systems enabled pockets of civilization to become independent and self governing, by virtue of their access to resources which existed, well, down the road. These pockets became known as cities.

Yes. The very structure of workable American society is framed by transit routes and cities. And, we have the Romans, from Italy, to thank for it; their drive to achieve a dominating empire left behind what we now call infrastructure.

Oh, and the next time you look at something beautiful that did not occur in nature, take a moment. Be they paintings, sculpture, even cathedrals, much of the world’s most magnificent works of art were created by Italians. Inlaid tile. Stained glass. Frescoes. Even before Michelangelo and DaVinci, there were artisans. These swarthy, well oiled, slightly hairy brutes did their part to decorate the entire, known world. They frosted the cake.

Yes. Every human frailty eventually makes itself known. There is weakness, right along side strength. Nothing lasts forever, not empires, not even life. But, for every moment constrained by decorum, there will be an emergent crisis. Let’s be ready to thank the personality which steps up. That will, eight times out of ten, be the Italian.

From us, you will get candor. We’ll smile at you in public if you deserve it, and reprimand you in kind. You’ll always know where you stand, with us. We are as proud of our heritage as you are of yours, and we know one more thing. We know the value of preserving that history. We are a part of the greatest generation, in this country we call home, and you can call us by our name. It’s pronounced exactly the way it’s spelled.

Let’s eat.

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© 12/22/18    Ruth Ann Scanzillo.        All rights those of the author, whose name is pronounced “Skan – ZILL – o”, and appears above this line. Thank you for your respect.

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How To Grieve During The Holidays — and, Keep Your Sense of Humor.

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I used to have a wicked sense of humor.

Meaning: at school, R.A. was the funniest girl in class.

Of course, this was in that archaic phase of history formerly known as “junior high”. And, maybe the cusp of sophomore year. But, details don’t matter. Once life kicked into high gear, the end began.

Yes. Somewhere between the first side impact car accident and the onset of the migraines, something started to chip away at the old edge of wit. Perhaps the newest pain medication, intended to act on serotonin receptors. Whatever. Once I got to college, a secular state university, all my energy was required just to function semi socially and remain a virgin. Well, technically, anyway. While still a sitting infant I’d plopped down, on top of a phallus sized, lead painted steel truck from my elder brother’s collection, and broken my hymen.

But, yeah. Directly proportionate to the degree of accepted responsibilities, any vestige of humor pretty much konked out, was a burgeoning skill as a tedious bore. Add to that a vocal cord surgery, in ’98. Losing my hallmark guffaw was the icing on that cake; I was the most profoundly unfunny person in the world, and couldn’t even laugh about it.

By way of outcome, or perhaps some damage to the central amygdala, across the multiple decades hence there emerged one topic about which I could speak as a veritable Rhodes scholar: grief.

It’s true. If any girl knew anything about sobbing her way through a workshop on teaching the gifted, it was I. Even attending a lecture presented for local women and hearing Nelson Mandela’s absolution on letting your light shine, I cried like a blubbering baby.  As for the dark of pre-menstrual night, and that old familiar fetal position, there would be me, screaming into the pillow like nobody’s mama.

Interestingly, grief being directly the result of loss, I seemed to have cornered the market on losing loved ones. Whether grandparents, parents, relatives, or significant others, I had spent more on funeral arrangements in the course of the gift giving budget than anything else. Add to that far too many failed attempts at intimate relationship and you had Doctor Ruth, minus the short legs and the cheery grin.

Now, as self appointed spokeswoman for the wisdom of aging, I come to you on the better side of post menopause with a seasoned appreciation for synthesis. Perhaps the out of pocket orthodontia to cure tempo-mandibular joint dysfunction gets the prize, because the migraines have significantly ceased and, with them, the need for brain chemistry altering medication. If there is anything to be gleaned from it all I now offer the following: grieving — with a sense of humor.

Herewith a list of tips. (And, no. Mind altering substance ingestion is not required.)

1.) CATASTROPHE.

As we all know, the state of the planet and the world upon it hanging on for dear life, we don’t have to look very far to find the latest disaster during the holidays. In fact, sudden horrific events seem to emerge out of nowhere just as the malls open for business. And, even if we’ve had to say goodbye to the one person we were sure would be holding our hand when we croaked, there is nothing quite like a tsunami on the Pacific rim to jolt us back into relative reality.

I recommend finding the channel which covers the latest world news, and scrolling til we find something geographic. There is a surreal comfort in gaping at massive destruction, particularly if we find ourselves a.) reasonably clothed; b.) sufficiently nourished, and c.) able to adjust the internal temperature of the room to our liking. Allowing ourselves to sit quietly and attune, as the warm surge of relief that none of what we are witnessing is actually happening in any remote proximity, can resemble momentary bliss. It can also gently nudge our better angels to remind us that we could count our blessings.

2.) CHARITY.

Speaking of taking a tally, even if we retired way too early to collect enough to pull us out of a declining demographic, sending twenty bucks to help victimized children does wonders for the dopamine. Contributing to these, as well as those who manage to survive catastrophe, is the most guilt free (and, grief releasing) pleasure on earth. We can do so joyfully, with absolutely no concern for subliminal self righteousness, which can lead to self loathing which, in turn, can frequently cause us to dial a friend and vent. Venting on friends, during the holidays, is the perfect way to get crossed off the last party list that held out hope for the most wretched among us.

But, be cautious; if we do send money, be sure that we have decided with certainty that we hate holiday parties. Sometimes the cascade of cause and effect is too powerful to quell and actually accepting that the phone won’t chime an invitation, at all, must be adequately addressed and confronted with a mature resignation.

3.) GORGING.

Everybody drowns their sorrows in consumables. I suspect that appetite is triggered by a gaping sense of loss.

That said, congratulating ourselves for being sufficiently devastated, we can set about the table before us with any number of syrupy, savory, and textured delectables knowing that – now that we are utterly alone in the world – we don’t have to share them with anybody.

However, keeping various protein sources at arm’s reach is strongly suggested. Every twenty minutes, as the eyelids begin to flutter, stuffing a block of cheese into the face will cut that glycemic rise, effectively preventing ten minutes of sudden coma. During grief, every ten minutes missed is ten minutes lost. And, we all know that the objective is to indulge, for as long as we can remain coherent and capable of sudden wailing and gnashing of teeth. Keeping a glucose monitor handy is also prudent.

4.) PUBLIC DISPLAYS.

Five days ago, I had to endure the excruciating extraction of my entire self from an environment into which I had voluntarily placed myself for twenty months. Granted, the psychic abuse of living in suspended disbelief, instead of squarely facing that hope for a future of committed mutual trust was likely a serious joke, had been preferable for a remarkably protracted period of time. Denial is the pablum of the pathetic.

Since then, to my personal chagrin, I have dissolved into tears in two, distinct Post Office service lines. Completely uncontrollable sniffling and face wiping, with the back of a fading red glove. And, this year, I cannot even blame a single hormone for the rush; all mine are externally introduced, on call or in the stickered ziploc.

The woman with the most empathic reaction actually allowed me back into my queue, after a failed attempt to help another customer carry her packaged burden to her car. The man in the next line who spoke the most encouraging words to me was none other than the service department manager at the car dealership where I’d purchased my Pontiac, with the lemon engine, whose six or seven gaskets had been replaced and for which I had successfully sued GM for five grand.

No. We truly cannot make these things up. Reality really is stranger than fiction. For this cause, I highly recommend that the grieving take it to the streets. Cry, out loud, whenever and wherever we go. Displaying raw, authentic emotion will spur the most outrageous outpouring of human altruism most never knew they possessed, including being reminded that crying is good because it detoxifies the body. A room full of weeping people could ensue. This would provoke entire gaggles of clasping hugs, grinding all commerce to a dead halt and shutting down the economy. Cars would remain parked, people choosing to walk, arm in arm, forsaking their petty materialisms and inviting one another in for a hot meal and some group singing around the piano, revolutionizing society for an entire generation.

So, throw back your head. Squeeze your wet eyelids til they squint out the last tear. Tomorrow will never come. Instead, you will wake up from your sleep, when your body is finally done resting, and your today will be waiting right where you left off.

Isn’t it funny how that works?

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© 11/27/18  Ruth Ann Scanzillo. Thank you for respecting the author, whose story it is and whose name appears above this line.  Try not to laugh.

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