Six years ago, my mother in law was diagnosed with breast cancer. Her loopy, woke, left-wing, granola crunching, pot smoking moron of a sister tried to talk her out of following the advice of doctors and try natural remedies instead of chemotherapy sent her a book written by Suzanne Somers. In that book, Somers claims that she beat breast cancer without modern medicine, and you can too.
Why anyone would take medical advice from a bubble headed blonde whose only claim to fame was starring in a 70’s sitcom that mostly involved John Ritter ogling her tits is beyond me. Still, it’s an issue in the US that I have never understood. Americans seem to be fascinated with the opinions of celebrities on everything from reverse mortgages to medicine to gun control. Why is it that someone being famous for some vapid television show or because they play sportsball seems to make them an authority on virtually any topic under the sun?
It took us several weeks to convince my MIL that treatment was the way to go. Her particular form of breast cancer was easily treatable with chemo and targeted therapy, and that is what she went with. She was miserable when her hair fell out, but with family support and a few wigs, she made it. A year later, there was no trace of the cancer that could have killed her.
Suzanne Somers died yesterday of the breast cancer she claimed she had beaten with natural remedies. I wonder how many people took that idiots advice and wound up dead as a result? Good riddance.
