The Day We Figured Out How To Stop Cancer… And Then Didn’t.


Originally posted on Rebel With A Label Maker:

Oropharyngeal cancer is one of the hardest cancers to treat.  Hard on the physician, I mean.

Hard on the patient, too.  They’re usually young, in cancer terms… below fifty.  They start with radiation and chemo—which involve massive pain and other discomforts.  If that doesn’t work, Gary usually splits the man’s (it’s usually a man’s) jaw.  The patient is more likely to live than die, but a lifetime of pain and trouble swallowing is common.  A feeding tube can be needed, sometimes permanently.

Used to be, you got this cancer from heavy smoking and drinking.  Then some public health people did some great things to address those problems, and those cancers have been falling off steadily.  So now, when the patient asks “Why did this happen to me?” (as patients often do), there is a sense of injustice.  Often, the guy is a non smoker, and doesn’t drink much.

“Well…” Gary…

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This goes in your fridge, then it goes in your mouth


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This! Is not a pickle.

Inspired by pintrest post and eventually finding the recipe on Recipes We Love, I tweaked the recipe… I know, but you use what you have on hand.

Also if your preference for one type of ingredient is more than the other, go with it. Try it out. Get messy. As Neil Gaiman said, Make beautiful mistakes.

This is 2 sliced english cucumbers, 1 red onion, and one green bell pepper. 2 cups of rice wine vinegar, 3/4 cup of cane sugar, and for the spices…

Red Chili Flakes, Sesame Seeds, Sea Salt, Celery Seeds. I toasted them up a little in the pot before adding in the sugar and vinegar. As soon as it was all mixed up and came to a really low rolling boil, I dumped in a couple of handfuls of ice cubes to chill it down immediately. I could have added in whole peppercorn, but that will be for the recipe for pickling.

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I consider this to be a vegetable brining, and according to the website, the veggies will be good for 2 months. I got a little taste of the brine and cucumber while creating… and this will be a very good burger topping. As of 24 hours, it’s got a very good heat and flavour profile, reminiscent of a bread and butter pickle, but with more character. North American cucumber kimchi?

The lovely Laura McWriter put it in her salad. So, why not! Added arugula and spinach, little bit of shredded coconut, some shredded cheese, some chicken breast… mixed and it’s really damn good.

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Anyone else try out recipes and tweak them just a little bit?

Cheers!

These go in your mouth, in the morning.


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These go in your mouth,  the morning after.

Get your grill hot enough to cook frozen burgers.  Then little olive oil on grapefruit half.  The time it takes to cook one side will be enough to char the top.  Then flip them up onto the warmer above the grill. Finish them off with some maple syrup glaze… And have these ready for that morning after the night before.

The real taste and actual sweetness does come out after grilling and chilling overnight. And this method also allows you to peel the grapefruit liked an orange.

Enjoy!

This goes in your mouth


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Pineapple chunk with sugar, salt, and chili flakes.

Such a tender morsel. Such a simple combination.  Such insidious flavours that only make you crave more.

Pineapple chunk. Dipped into a combination of sugar, salt, and crushed chili flakes. On a stick.

Want to make your own?  Look up asian recipe for prik glua.

Enjoy!

Before, my destination


Somewhere before my destination

before the point of no return

and way beyond the place which once resembled home

a couple hours away from cheap motel rented solace and sleepful oblivion

I found a diner on the edge of a forever sunset

The endangered neon sign called it the Mile Post

It had all the attractiveness of too much caked makeup and cheap menthol cigarettes

Even the cockroaches outside were busy getting ready for the midnight grease shift

I knew I’d be in good company soon

This was a spot where the dreams of travellers had come to rest

A sanctuary for endless fantasies filled with steamy drive in make out sessions

Hot california winds spinning pinwheels of dead highway sailors

Drenched in three hour heated coffee and stale sesame seed bun burgers

A Formica fiddlers green, worn down by the thousand tanned left arms of truckers

Ignoring the youthful transplanted tourists who got their first taste of objectivity

They shed their cloaks of ignorance for strange desserts in the desert

Laughing too loud to realize that the best conversation of their lives had just crossed their tongues

They consumed without tasting

I found a wobbly stool at the silver chromed counter, and asked for the blue plate special.

They were out of powdered gravy mix, but at least they knew what I was talking about.

Cheap paperback turning hands delivered a menu and surprisingly cool glass of water

She asked me where I was from.

I said, it’s more interesting to where I was going.

Towards something closer to yourself? Or further away? she asked genuinely interested

-That’s the beauty of found places like this, the more shallow of company, the deeper the conversation.

I winced, trying to stretch out the penanced thousand miles of vibration out of my spine

Rubbing the tunnels out of my eyes until the green and yellow neon blob monsters rewrote my cones

I drank the local water, inviting the rumor powered nightmares into my lower bowels.

The blue plate burned the back of my throat, too many heartfelt burned words stuck there

I promised that once I got the answers to Where I was Going, and Where I came from

I’d send her a postcard

With forgotten 50’s fonts telling her Wish You Weren’t Me but I Wish You Were Here

And maybe a Scratch and Win ticket from the Shambala Gift Shop and Information Emporium

Because mailed marketing promises are cheap

It’s a convenient commodity to ignore where you once came from

She smiled, the apple pie is on the house

I asked her what the view is like.

On the house, does it ever get quiet up there? Could you see the endless stream of lights, blurring together in endless firefly vectors?

She said it’s like peering into an experiment gone bad

Four generations of people looking through their TV shaped windows

They like that TV shape, it tells them bad calorie stories they can eat

They drive mechanical horse and carts consuming oil and gas, farting climate change

But they can’t be bothered to stop

They are too busy in their own heads

Looking for that next spot that reminds them of where they once were

Not really seeing the flowers that cling to the side of the road

But driving over them, and not going anywhere

The view my friend, is too real, that’s why I read cheap novels.

I have to know what the enemy is feeding the masses. Before I feed them.

-That’s the horror of trapped places like this, answering those questions that keep you up at 3AM

There was nothing else for me to say. I tipped my hat, I tipped the cashier, and then I tipped my nose to that spot on the horizon

-That’s the place, not even bottled medication or drink can stop the inevitability of yourself

This place moves you, allows and pushes you

The escape from the old and haunted with a bus ticket

Paid for by snapping those chains, and casting off the anchors of regret

The promise of a new place to excite and fatten my spiritual wallet

Somewhere in the orange glow of Ra’s embrace was where I had to be

The Road, she came with me, not that place inbetween places

But that familiar exciting scary monotonous movement that stretches out your soul

And she smiled knowing what I didn’t,

not where I was, not where I came from

But who I was going to be, when she was done with me