You sound much chirpier than you did last night, good for you.
Here's real life.
My good lady had her thryorids removed by the NHS Blessed be its name as the Ear Nose & Throat specialist and his oncologist counterpart found cancer in her thyroid. She developed a grape sized lump on her neck and went as we are trained to do to the GP who referred her to the ENT chap. He didn't know what the lump was so took a biopsy and that was inconclusive so he decided to 'open her up' to remove the lump.
With the lump open to view they noticed its proximity to one half of her thyroid so decided without closing her up, bringing her round getting her consent to remove half the thyroid as well.
As her neck was stapled she did look like Frankensteins monster for a couple of weeks and then went back to see the surgeon.
There he told her they had "pickled sliced and diced" her thyroid and found tiny white cancers within it so he recommended she have the other half of her thyroid removed and then go to Christies Hospital in Manchester for radiation treatment to "kill off any spores". His exact words.
Anyway long story short she is now totally and utterly devoid of thyroid glands and indeed thyroid tissue, thanks to the radiation, so she is literally utterly dependent for life on some little white big pharma thyroxin substitute.
Only it isn't a complete thyroxin pharma cannot replicate one of half of the thyroxin the glands themselves produce for reasons unknown.
Still the only thing that bothered her was having to get through the post anaesthetic sickness she gets twice, braver than I am quite honestly.
Point of this tale is back then we did not know there were cures for cancer, we were not even aware of the existence of the Cancer Act which expressly prohibits any person (look up the legal definition of that word) selling or promoting a cancer cure within the jurisdiction called The United Kingdom of Great Britain & Ireland.
The pharma treatment, pharma do not sell cures for anything, is only available from the NHS Blessed be its name so it is impossible to stockpile. It can of course be bought from online stores and shipped here but like all pharma products it has a finite life and crucially for us if Apocalypse arrives the factories that make the pharma products would cease production with the obvious result of her death no matter how much food and water etc has been stashed.
That and the fact I have lived all of my life sat no more than a mile away from a live nuclear reactor and half of it ten miles away from another much bigger live nuclear reactor. The former is in successive submarines which meant that during the laughingly entitled cold war the Russians had the town targeted for total destruction, well the shipyard actually but the town is wrapped around the shipyard so it would disappear for sure. These things render prepping pointless.
That said I am actually stockpiling food as since the advent of COCO1984 I have stopped shopping from all shops save two and one of them is going to close at some point this year for five and half weeks for an expansion and a revamp. They are even putting in EV charging points four of the useless things. I digress the reason I am stockpiling tinned and dry foods is this is the store where we obtain 90 percent of our food. Fresh stuff we will have to obtain from the other store or we use whose prices are astronomically high unless one goes in of a nighttime and gets their markdowns. So we need 45 days or so of stuff laid in just to keep the food bill just about affordable. hence the limited stockpile.
Here's real life.
My good lady had her thryorids removed by the NHS Blessed be its name as the Ear Nose & Throat specialist and his oncologist counterpart found cancer in her thyroid. She developed a grape sized lump on her neck and went as we are trained to do to the GP who referred her to the ENT chap. He didn't know what the lump was so took a biopsy and that was inconclusive so he decided to 'open her up' to remove the lump.
With the lump open to view they noticed its proximity to one half of her thyroid so decided without closing her up, bringing her round getting her consent to remove half the thyroid as well.
As her neck was stapled she did look like Frankensteins monster for a couple of weeks and then went back to see the surgeon.
There he told her they had "pickled sliced and diced" her thyroid and found tiny white cancers within it so he recommended she have the other half of her thyroid removed and then go to Christies Hospital in Manchester for radiation treatment to "kill off any spores". His exact words.
Anyway long story short she is now totally and utterly devoid of thyroid glands and indeed thyroid tissue, thanks to the radiation, so she is literally utterly dependent for life on some little white big pharma thyroxin substitute.
Only it isn't a complete thyroxin pharma cannot replicate one of half of the thyroxin the glands themselves produce for reasons unknown.
Still the only thing that bothered her was having to get through the post anaesthetic sickness she gets twice, braver than I am quite honestly.
Point of this tale is back then we did not know there were cures for cancer, we were not even aware of the existence of the Cancer Act which expressly prohibits any person (look up the legal definition of that word) selling or promoting a cancer cure within the jurisdiction called The United Kingdom of Great Britain & Ireland.
The pharma treatment, pharma do not sell cures for anything, is only available from the NHS Blessed be its name so it is impossible to stockpile. It can of course be bought from online stores and shipped here but like all pharma products it has a finite life and crucially for us if Apocalypse arrives the factories that make the pharma products would cease production with the obvious result of her death no matter how much food and water etc has been stashed.
That and the fact I have lived all of my life sat no more than a mile away from a live nuclear reactor and half of it ten miles away from another much bigger live nuclear reactor. The former is in successive submarines which meant that during the laughingly entitled cold war the Russians had the town targeted for total destruction, well the shipyard actually but the town is wrapped around the shipyard so it would disappear for sure. These things render prepping pointless.
That said I am actually stockpiling food as since the advent of COCO1984 I have stopped shopping from all shops save two and one of them is going to close at some point this year for five and half weeks for an expansion and a revamp. They are even putting in EV charging points four of the useless things. I digress the reason I am stockpiling tinned and dry foods is this is the store where we obtain 90 percent of our food. Fresh stuff we will have to obtain from the other store or we use whose prices are astronomically high unless one goes in of a nighttime and gets their markdowns. So we need 45 days or so of stuff laid in just to keep the food bill just about affordable. hence the limited stockpile.
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