Not Looking For A Cure

I have, for you, a theory, at least a partial answer. to devastating misery, the ravages of cancer. The year was seventeen-fifty-three James Lind watched seamen die of a disease in agony and no one figured why. This SCURVY eats the body's flesh and breaks down walls of cells where collagen serves to enmesh a trillion different shells. HYALURONIDASE is made by most malignant tumours, it works relentless in the shade and laughs at all the rumours spread by the quacks of little brains who recommend it often. But, in the end, the only gain is body cells that soften. So what, you ask, will strengthen it, prevent scorbutic change, when uncontrolled and bit by bit the healthy tissue range just crumbles into useless swill, it is quite unexpected, the patient is extremely ill, that's what James Lind detected. Two hundred years, and to the day a Scotsman and a Yank they theorized ascorbate may be money in the bank. The battlefield of scurvy's void, so similar to cancers, it looks as if it's been destroyed by drunken Cossack dancers. And soon they found, ascorbate would inhibit cancer spread. Now Cameron and Pauling could perhaps not raise the dead, but stop the greatest single scourge of practising its chilling and uncontrolled satanic urge to decimate by killing the people, often in their prime, with cruelty and greed. Could one plain substance stop this crime and turn this desperate need? Now almost forty years have passed and many millions died. Yet I can feel the icy blast, they will not save your hide.