A friend has gone home to his province to see his dying grandmother. She has some form of breast cancer and it has spread and she is bed ridden. Only in her 70s. And she is in pain.
What is curious is every time she has some pain she asks for isopropyl alcohol in some cotton and rubbed on her pain spots. The family just loves isopropyl alcohol.
I taught my friend a thing or two about curing cancer. How they could just go to Vander Gaditano if they had the money and be done with the cancer.
As part of the causes and cure of cancer I taught my friend about the tragedy of repeated use of isopropyl alcohol. Taking the concept from Hulda Clark, isopropyl alcohol on the skin is absorbed and taken to the blood where it is filtered in the liver. A build up of isopropyl alcohol in the liver attracts the fluke worms and they take shop in the liver. The liver is impaired of its blood cleansing capacity and the body is forced to form tumors.
So I asked my friend, are you going to go over there and tell your relatives that drowning your grandmother in isopropyl alcohol is wrong? That isopropyl alcohol causes cancer? That your grandmother needs to do all these cleanses and all this raw vegetable and raw animal food nutrition?
You may just get into a fight, be branded as a know-it-all lunatic… or is it better to just shut up and let the old woman die? Which will be more popular? Which will be appreciated?
As you can see, curing cancer is hard because people have hard wired brains believing in medical fairy tales.