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WHAT IS BREAST CANCER PREVENTION?

WHAT IS PREVENTION? prevention |priˈvenCHən| verb the action of stopping something from happening or arising: crime prevention | the treatment and prevention of AIDS.

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You might have noticed October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Again. I’m a survivor. I get it. I wouldn’t wish this disease, or its treatments, on anyone.

Like most everyone else who receives a breast cancer diagnosis, I hit the Internet and researched causes of cancer. I found a treasure trove of tips, herbs, exercise, and foods that can help prevent cancer. I found environmental toxins that are shockingly allowed into our food supply, our air, and our water. The list is enormous.

Surely others have done the same research. Why then, is breast cancer still so prevalent in our world? I have a theory.

Most current research indicates that every body has cancer cells, but in healthy individuals they remains dormant, kind of like the herpes simplex virus that causes fever blisters. That makes sense to me.

Next we have triggers. For example, I get fever blisters if I get stressed, dehydrated, or bump my lip. Those things, as well as a fever will cause fever blisters on my lip. Now let’s consider viruses, like the Human Papilloma virus. What if similarly, a virus causes breast cancer?

For me, that might go like this… Like everybody else, I already had cancer cells in my body. Then, as I went about life in our current environment I was introduced to triggers; chemicals in food, in cosmetics, BPA, additives, dyes, and the virus that we now suspect causes breast cancer. The list is very long; our environment is now full of cancer-causing agents.

At some point, I was exposed to the virus that causes breast cancer, and I reached a saturation point and my body’s ability to block the triggers from unleashing the cancer could not keep up. Now the virus is active and I have breast cancer.

Could this be why we can’t seem to get this disease under control? Could we be looking at it all wrong? Marching to the wrong drummer? Isn’t it time to change the conversation from awareness and cures, to preventing breast cancer? I’m weary of all the hype around awareness. I’m sick – quite literally – from the cures.

Isn’t it time to change the dialogue from cures to prevention?

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Summer is here at last, and it’s time to dust off the lawn chairs, grab a cold beverage, and take in some vitamin D while relaxing with a good book.

One of my favorite genres is crime mystery, and Hope, Inc. reveals a web greed, jealousy, and conspiracy. It’s a backdoor peek into a well-oiled money making machine preying on desperate victims.

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Gutsy story!

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Researcher Offering Hope to Millions Run Down by Dark Sedan

Hope, Inc.

SUNDAY EVENING

ALEANDRO’S RESTAURANT

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Seth stood up, and raised his champagne glass. “To Nolan, whose research is on the brink of saving millions of lives every single   year.”

“To Nolan.” Amy, Bridget, and Suzanne said in unison, and clinked their champagne flutes with Nolan’s.

“Suzanne, you must be so proud of your husband.” Bridget said. “I can’t help but notice the admiration in your eyes. It lights up your whole face.”

Susanne nodded. “I couldn’t be prouder. And Nolan insists the three of you are equally responsible for the success of his research.”

“Not true,” Amy said. “Nolan is our fearless leader, and we are merely minions doing his bidding.”

“Look!” Seth pointed at Nolan. “His head is getting bigger by the minute. You girls better knock it off with the compliments or his enormous ego won’t fit through the door of the lab in the morning.”

“Seth!” Amy punched him on the shoulder.

The steak and lobster were mouthwatering. But Seth could hardly take his eyes off Amy the entire evening. That little black dress, those long legs even sexier in stilettos, hair flowing like silk over smooth shoulders. Her southern charm and gentle way came out more with each sip of champagne. He found her irresistible tonight.

They celebrated into the evening until Seth noticed Suzanne’s eyelids getting heavy.

Nolan reached over, and took her hand. “Ready to call it a night, love?”

Suzanne tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a yawn. “I guess all the excitement tired me. I hope the rest of you will stay. Nolan will leave his credit card with the waiter.”

Seth pushed back from the table. “I’m stuffed and getting tired myself.”

Pulling his keys from his pocket, Seth nodded toward his car. “Is everyone okay to drive? I switched to water and coffee awhile ago; I can chauffer all of you.”

“I wouldn’t mind a ride.” Amy seemed grateful for the offer.

“I’m okay, but thanks Seth.” Bridget hugged Suzanne, and smiled at Nolan. “Thank you again for a decadent dinner.” Waving, she headed to her car. “Have a nice evening, everyone. I’ll see you all in the morning bright and early.”

Seth chuckled, and watched as Nolan took Suzanne’s hand, waved at his colleagues, and started across the street.

“Nolan!” Suzanne shouted, and Seth turned just in time to see the see an old Cadillac sedan slam into Nolan’s back with a sickening crack, sending him soaring.

Nolan felt his wife jerk his arm, but the force ripped him away from her. In an instant he was in the air. Higher, higher…

Dizzy and confused, he looked down and saw Suzanne’s eyes wide, her mouth open in a piercing scream.

No-lannnn…

Can’t breathe! Panic gripped him. Pain seared his spine. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and everything went into slow motion. He could hear Suzanne crying out for him in the street below. The pain of a thousand tiny razors coursed fiercely through his body.

He gasped for air, arms and legs flailing. His heart raced with panic when he realized the black pavement was rushing toward him. He could see all of them; hear their shouts, and then… Nothing.

“Nolan!” Suzanne screamed.

Seth rushed to keep her from running into the street, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if Amy and Bridget were safe. He whipped around in time to see the sedan speeding away into the night; horrified that he never saw its brake lights come on.

“Oh, my God, stop!” Seth screamed after the car.

Nolan crashed to the street with the horrific sound of shattering bones.

“Call 911!” Bridget shouted. She struggled with her purse to find her cell phone.

Amy sank to her knees on the sidewalk. “Oh, please, please, somebody help us! We need an ambulance!”

Seth was in the street, at Nolan’s side in an instant.

The angle of Nolan’s body was frightening. His left leg and foot were twisted and mangled, left arm bent at his side, and right arm lay lifeless above his head. Blood saturated the pant legs of his suit and trickled onto the street, but most alarming was the growing puddle of blood oozing from the back of his head.

Suzanne crumpled beside Nolan, wailing hysterically.

Seth took off his suit jacket and draped it around her, but she ripped it off, reaching out to place it under Nolan’s head.

“No, Suz, don’t move him until the paramedics get here.” He took the jacket from her and draped it around her shoulders again, crouching over to warm her.

She trembled so violently it shook the two of them.

He shouted toward the restaurant, “Has anyone called an ambulance! We need an ambulance here now!”

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Just Released–Hope, Inc.

HOPE INC cover final The Dani Driscoll Series – Volume One 

Covering a paradigm changing medical treatment that could save millions of lives,

Denver Tribune reporter Dani Driscoll uncovers an unthinkable motive to destroy its success.

While the clock is ticking for dying patients, Dani follows a twisted path to expose the truth and discovers an industry fraught with  jealousy, greed, and corruption. There’s only one problem; the editor refuses to publish her story.

Dani continues to investigate on her own until one night a chilling message appears on her computer screen. I know who you are.

Now the target of an unknown adversary, Dani’s motivation to expose the politics of selling hope becomes a race to save her own life.

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