Oh God. Do I want to watch that clip or will it make me angry enough to sustain a nosebleed? There was this one woman (Wish I could remember her name.) whose clip was featured on Ben Goldacre's website, I think round about the time the NHS said it wasn't going to fund this nonsense any longer.
Anyway, long story short, she'd had cancer. Her brain, bone and lymph nodes were absolutely riddled with it and her doctors (St. Bart's, I believe.) had sent her home to die. Whereupon she met a homeopath, drank some magic water and ate some sugar pills and underwent a miraculous remission. Really. It was quite something.
By this point our convert had become the worst kind of zealot and she stomped off to confront the nasty mean doctors who had told her she was going to die (Doctors do this for shits and giggles all the time, by the way. Actually they like telling terminal patients the bad news, because they're arseholes like that.) and TELL THEM OFF FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING THE POWER OF MAGIC WATER.
She duly did so and the doctors confessed surprise. They'd given her four weeks maximum and never expected to see her again. Understandably amazed by her remission they asked her if she'd have an MRI and would she mind having a few more tests so they could a) give her the all clear and b) try to determine some possible and potentially helpful reason for her astounding recovery.
No. Lady went all capslock. I AM NOT HAVING ANY MORE OF YOUR NARROW MINDED TESTS BECAUSE YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN HOMEOPATHY AND YOU WON'T TEST ME FOR IT.
So off she stropped, possibly concealing a clue to a cure for cancer.
I'm glad Kirsty said no, because we know how the story ends. It would end with someone pursing their lips and saying, with a knowing expression "Science doesn't know everything."
Anyway, long story short, she'd had cancer. Her brain, bone and lymph nodes were absolutely riddled with it and her doctors (St. Bart's, I believe.) had sent her home to die. Whereupon she met a homeopath, drank some magic water and ate some sugar pills and underwent a miraculous remission. Really. It was quite something.
By this point our convert had become the worst kind of zealot and she stomped off to confront the nasty mean doctors who had told her she was going to die (Doctors do this for shits and giggles all the time, by the way. Actually they like telling terminal patients the bad news, because they're arseholes like that.) and TELL THEM OFF FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING THE POWER OF MAGIC WATER.
She duly did so and the doctors confessed surprise. They'd given her four weeks maximum and never expected to see her again. Understandably amazed by her remission they asked her if she'd have an MRI and would she mind having a few more tests so they could a) give her the all clear and b) try to determine some possible and potentially helpful reason for her astounding recovery.
No. Lady went all capslock. I AM NOT HAVING ANY MORE OF YOUR NARROW MINDED TESTS BECAUSE YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN HOMEOPATHY AND YOU WON'T TEST ME FOR IT.
So off she stropped, possibly concealing a clue to a cure for cancer.
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I'm glad Kirsty said no, because we know how the story ends. It would end with someone pursing their lips and saying, with a knowing expression "Science doesn't know everything."
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