The Potato Head Generation

Whole body healthcare
is a misnomer.
Everybody’s a “specialist.”
No doctor wants
total accountability.
They are forced
into pigeonholed vision.
Our bodies are
butchered into pieces
according to the frame
on the wall.

Our system is not
driven by health.
The puppeteer
creates that illusion.
Deception by
hocus-pocus.
Behind the curtain,
the Road Hogs are:
Illness.
Insurance.
Liabilities.
Money.

Nothing is treated
as interrelated.
Our organs are fragmented.
Isolated –
like a game of Operation.
Our body parts
are pegged into tiny round holes.
Hello Potato Head Generation!

Cancer is a systematic breakdown.
Yet breasts are quarantined.
“We will only treat you for
breast related issues.”
The unspoken words are piercing…
“…Except if you have a recurrence.”
You are a mannequin,
unless otherwise notified!
Who thought Dem Dry Bones
were all attached?
Not with our current policies.
We need a new nursery rhyme.

The hip bone’s
not connected to the back bone.
The liver and the kidneys do
not have a symbiotic relationship.
The colon is a
one-man band.
Estrogen does
not interplay with the thyroid.
The thyroid does
not affect any other bodily functions.
The sun has
no impact on the earth.
You do the Hokey Pokey,
and you turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about!

When will we learn?

There is a reason why
the following words have the same root:
Wholeness,
Holiness,
Health, and
Healing.

We are a golden,
interwoven tapestry.
Rumpelstiltskin’s trickery
is not necessarily.

We are being brainwashed
into believing a mirage.
The strings are a noose.
Stuffed into a tiny,
little box.
No room to move.
No holes to breathe.
How do we get out?

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
August 15-17, 2015

Hope. Faith. Belief.

Hope. Faith. Belief.

Media.
FDA.
Medical Community.
Researchers.
Doctors.
Fundraisers.

They all want us
to believe
we are winning
the war on cancer.

On the outside,
looking in,
one might think it’s true.
Yet on the battlefield,
one realizes
it is all
whitewash.
The iron curtain is
impenetrable.

My doctor is one of the best.
Even with her expertise,
the most basic questions
still get answered with
“I don’t know.”
“There is no test to determine that.”
“We don’t have the technology.”
“We don’t know why this drug
works on some,
but not others;
and we certainly don’t know
which side of the equation
you will fall.”

It’s all a guessing game.
You get what works
on most,
most of time;
or on some,
some of the time.

When formulating
your Action Plan,
dive into the statistics.
One would think
research
would be conclusive,
yet a case can be made
on either side,
for anything.

Remove all
the smoke and mirrors,
behind the camouflage,
there is one truth
which is absolute.
How do you know
if you are cured of cancer?
When you die of something else…..
or if it comes back.

If you take off
the blindfold,
all that remains is
Hope.
Faith.
Belief.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
August 24-25, 2014
Poem #389