François' Quest

7

"So what you are telling me is that your husband found the cure for cancer AND was murdered for it?" He said the latter with emphasis.
"That's what I'm thinking, François."
"How long ago did this happen?"
"A little over a year."
'Still fresh,' was his thought. "What did the police conclude?"
"That he fell."
"Just like that?" Sarcastic again. Throwing his hands in the air then like he was knocking crumbs off them. Slapping them together indicating that someone was washing their hands clean of the situation. "Any other findings?"
"No!"
"I will be able to get the coroner's report on his death anyway but I want to ask you what you know or were told."
He was ever thinking. Opened his mouth for another question, stopped, closed it, thought some more. Picked up his coffee drank some looking to the side, thinking.
"Why would the world not want to know about this and celebrate it?"
Lowdian just waited. She wanted him to figure this out on his own.
He stared her right in the eyes. She matched his stare.
'She has beautiful eyes, man!' François was thinking. "Ahhhh! Big pharma is the problem."
"Riiiiight!" Lowdian was leading him down a path for himself. "Why?"
"If we cure............" Now looking off into space slowly circling his finger in the air while coming to a conclusion, "...........we are putting ourselves out of business by curing everyone instead of making them sick and slow killing them. Voila!" Circling his finger in the air then making a point when he drove the truth home.
"O la la, you speak French." She said with a sexy French accent.
"Yeah........well....." He brushed the air like it was nothing. "I needed an easy credit in university so I took French." Shrugging his shoulders.
"An EASY credit? French?" She was rolling her eyes in disbelief. "French is very difficult! Six articles to our three. Masculine, feminine...everything! Wow! That's not easy."
"Well.......I don't want to brag!" He started laughing, she joined him.
She got serious again, "So, you tell me, which Board of Directors wants to lose hundreds of trillions of dollars because some insignificant Jamaican man found the cure for cancer? Let's snuff him out and problem solved. One life lost to save their bottom-line. Who cares about the people? They are in the business to make money, NOT cure people."
He added something of interest that he read about, "Or millions of lives lost. It's a known fact that seven million people die of cancer every year under doctor's care. If it were any other kind of business and you lost seven million clients you would be out of a job!"
"Exactly. Doctors are obligated to always deal only with the symptoms not the cause or cure. I heard one pain management doctor say that her hundred percent was only a fifty percent reduction in the patient's pain. Can you imagine that?"
"No, I can't." He said sadly.
"It's horrible, isn't it?"
"So what is it then?" Curiosity got him.
"Cannabis."
"Cannabis?! Are we talkin' ganja here?" He said it louder than he wanted to then checked around him to see if someone was listening.
"Hey! You paid attention in your botany class too!" She was teasing him. She was getting in the zone now.
"So you are saying that ganja cures cancer?"
"Not exactly in the form that you are thinking." She said quickly. "I am not suggesting that the Rasta's that smoke are not going to get cancer smoking weed." She made a funny face.
"True."
"Smoking cannabis can increase your heart rate by as much as two times for up to two hours after you stop smoking. That is like pressing your foot on the gas pedal of your car while it is in park for two hours. Not good. That's why a great number of people have heart attacks right after they smoke marijuana. It increases bleeding, lowers blood pressure, and affect your blood sugar.
Of course risks of lung cancer are greater. The process irritates the lungs -- which is why regular smokers are more likely to have an ongoing cough and lung related health problems like chest colds and lung infections.
There are the side-effects of dizziness, difficulty breathing normally, red eyes, the pupils dilate, dry mouth, insatiable appetite. The worst part is that your reaction time is slowed down tremendously. So if you were driving, your risk of a car accident, is doubled."
He laughed at her facial expressions. "Well, we live in Jamaica so we see a lot of this on the streets."
"Yes, we do. Too many madmen living on the streets." She smiled. "Look at all the brains that have been mashed-up because of smoking it. Smoking it isn't what we are talking about here."
"You are talking producing it in a medicinal form."
"Exactement!" She said excitedly in French.
"O la la, you speak French!" He mimicked her from earlier with a sexy French accent.
They laughed together again.
Then she leaned in to whisper, "A chemical found in cannabis stops cancer from spreading. The chemical called cannabidiol, prevents cancer from spreading, according to researchers at California Pacific Medical Center in San Francisco reported in 1992."
"Interesting."
"Cannabidiol stops cancer by turning off a gene called Id-1, the study, published in the journal of Molecular Cancer Therapeutics. Cancer cells make more copies of this gene than non-cancerous cells, it helps them spread through the body."
He admired her knowledge coupled with her ability to dispense it the way that she did.
"The researcher studied breast cancer cells in the lab. Treating patients with high levels of Id-1 with cannabidiol. After treatment the cells had decreased Id-1 expression then became less aggressive spreaders."
"How does your husband fit into all of this?" François was intrigued, fully engaged, no turning back now.
"The researcher was my husband." She said slowly, cautiously.
"But, that is wonderful news! How is it that you believe they killed him because of this discovery?"
"The research done in 1992 was ended abruptly without explanation, cause or reason. He was relieved of his duties suddenly and quietly. They had only discovered that they could stop the cancer from spreading. The whole research was shut down. My husband continued on his own. He found people that were interested in trying a cure. By increasing the dosages he found that it completely got rid of the cancer."
"He continued the research but someone was not please about that?" François concluded. "I see."
"Yes. He spent the next ten years finding people with cancer and other diseases, that were willing to try it. You know the saying if you treat one disease in a person you treat them all. That is the philosophy that he went by."
"Any scientific studies on this?"
"None! ......Well......none published, that's for sure! Not after 1992. I am sure that those studies were destroyed or buried so deep they would never see the light of day.
I am sure there are studies on it certainly a lot of talk about how to get the public to not find out about it. We didn't have the money to fund tests, studies, double-blind studies. That would be $100,000,000 U.S. We didn't have that kind of money. Denzil discovered it. Proved to himself that it worked and started talking to people about it. To be more specific there are now sworn affidavits, signed, witnessed, of people with cancer that got clean blood tests. Along with doctor's blood tests before and after the treatment."
"Which means it can be used in a court of law." He added.
"Exactly. Many people, subsequently, with cancer got a clean bill of health by more than one doctor, but certainly the diagnosing doctor."
"Amazing!" François was impressed with the whole thing, but especially impressed with Lowdian's intelligence.
"The truth of the matter is that medicinal cannabis in proper milligrams boosts the immune system. With a strong immune system we can fight off disease."
François pondered what she said. "Yes, of course! It makes perfect sense."
"It doesn't stop there." She whispered. "My husband discovered that it also cures epilepsy, glaucoma, Alzheimer's disease, Multiple Sclerosis, Hepatitis C, Crohn's disease, arthritis."
"Fascinating." François was off pondering again.
"It is so simple really. That is why Denzil had a hard time convincing people that it really does work."
"Sure! If you don't have a white coat with a stethoscope around your neck, you are a liar."
"If they only knew that the doctors were liars."
She immediately wanted to retract her statement or at least change it. Shaking her head with regret.
"In fairness. Doctors go to medical school, medical schools are funded by big pharmaceutical companies. Even good intentioned doctors are coerced by big pharma as soon as they go into practice or who knows, maybe even when they are still in school.
University campuses are full of students just ripe for the picking for many organizations from political to scientific to medical, big pharma, searching for their next victims. The doctors are victims of the system as well. Big pharma says if you don't sell these drugs to people we are going to punish you. You aren't getting any kickbacks and we are not going to pay attention to you. The one's that cooperate get compensated very, very well. Yachts, cars, villas, offshore bank accounts, university education paid for their children, lavish holidays in exotic places."
"Like Jamaica, you mean?" François laughed.
"Don't laugh. All Americans want to come here for engagement, wedding and honeymoon. We take it for granted because we have seen it all our lives."
"I bet you there are some spots you haven't seen."
"Lots of spots I haven't seen. The other problem with Jamaicans is that they don't holiday in their own country. There is so much to see here. The best places are off the beaten path."
"That is true. Maybe we could see some of them together.......one day."
She smiled shyly.
He was hopeful.
She continued with business. "Doctors are victims too. I think that they start out great, hopeful. 'I will change the world' attitude. Then they find out really fast who is controlling whom."
"I agree. I don't think they are all bad."
"Many of them are leaving the medical profession; turning to natural medicine. Did you know that in medical school they only get forty-five minutes of natural health education?"
"That means that they are not qualified to prescribe a vitamin." He rightly concluded.
"Exactly. Nevertheless, they have the public fooled. Now they are medicating people, literally, to death. It has been reported that one in three persons in the entire world's population are taking antidepressants."
"That is astonishing!" François was sincerely appalled at that fact. "Well, it stands to reason, from their perspective, pharma is in the business to make money. They have to make people sick to sell the drugs that don't work. They need repeat customers. That makes perfect sense from a business perspective."
"And remember that doctors only deal with symptoms, not causes. The government agency is called 'Food and Drug Administration'. Poison the food, make people sick, sell them drugs that don't work. They enter the vicious circle, eventually die and the FDA moves onto another victim, the children of the people, that they 'slow-killed'."
François was busy shaking his head in disgust.
"Here is another example of how they increase their business. In the early 80s they came up with this high-cholesterol nonsense. Cholesterol actually cannot be counted. It is in every cell in our body. We need it! They convince the public to eat everything low-fat or no-fat AND put them on statin drugs. Statin drugs are three drugs that actually lower cholesterol in the body."
François was listening intently.
Lowdian continued, "If we lower cholesterol in the body it is the entire body. Guess what is ninety-five percent cholesterol?"
François thought for a moment. "Don't know."
"The brain!"
"So if we lower cholesterol we shrink the brain. Guess what you get when you shrink the brain?"
She answered herself, "Alzheimer's."
"Oh my." François had to cover his mouth with shock. "Then put the poor people on Alzheimer's drugs for the rest of their lives."
"Plus the costs of institutionalizing these people because they are very difficult to handle when they get really bad."
"This is appalling." François added.
"They did it to Ronald Reagan. He started doing things that the higher-ups didn't like so they gave him statin. He got Alzheimer's. That's what he died of. Did you notice that his wife Nancy was always answer questions for him and telling him what to say?"
"Yes I did notice that. She was always mumbling to him." François said.
"The other bit of information that is really scary is who writes the Medical Journals and the articles in them?"
"I am guessing it is not the doctors because that would be the obvious choice." He responded.
"Right! Seems so, but it is big pharma who writes the articles, then they will pay the doctors two-thousand American dollars, per article, just for their signature. The doctors don't even read the articles that they sign. It's shameful."
"That is criminal." François was truly disturbed about all of this.
"I ask people all the time, 'What are the pharmaceutical companies in the business to do?' Ninety-nine percent of the people I ask answer the same thing."
"To make money!" They both said in unison. Then thinned their lips, frowning, shaking their heads at the sad reality of that statement.
"All in all, clearly, the pharmaceutical companies are at war with the cure......for everything, aren't they? They have it or they know about it but suppress it to increase their profit margins."
"You got the whole picture. Congratulations." Lowdian said with sincerity. "Now try convincing the public."
"Sure with their multimillion dollar advertising campaigns and their television commercials about how miraculous and wonderful their drugs are you don't stand a fighting chance."
"Fight was exactly what Denzil did." Lowdian said with pride.
François all of a sudden jumped out of his chair. Startling Lowdian he shouted,
"LOWDIAN...............!"