A phenomenon affecting people who selfishly seek heroism or recognition. As an example, your husband has cancer, but you selfishly (and unbelievably) refuse to listen to anyone else regarding the cures for his cancer because the only thing that matters to you is you being the hero, you getting the attention, you being ‘right’ and the focus being entirely on YOU – not your husband who has the cancer. A phenomenon like this would be considered a mental illness and criminality when this selfish need to be a hero and seek recognition actually endangers someone’s life. Using this same example, this would be considered a mental illness and criminality when this need for recognition and heroism actually overrides and prevents the pursuit of a sane course of action which would be to listen to others regarding knowledge of the cures which would save the life of your husband rather than what the opposite would lead to – his death. My brother’s wife – the “hero”

As if the hero complex isn’t frightening enough, then you have the Dunning–Kruger effect which is defined as, in the field of psychology, a cognitive bias in which people of low ability have illusory superiority (recall quote at the top of this page) and mistakenly assess their cognitive ability as greater than it is. The cognitive bias of illusory superiority comes from the inability of low-ability people to recognize their lack of ability. Or to put it simply – stupid people, idiots, thinking they’re smart. Using the same example above, if the stupid person, the idiot, believes they’re intelligent and an expert in cancer when they’re in fact the furthest thing from intelligent or an expert in cancer, and this same person is fully controlling the medical decisions of their spouse who has cancer, well then you can understand why that person with the cancer would then end up losing their life. My brother’s wife – the “brilliant” one

And the trifecta to the hero complex and the Dunning-Kruger effect – the ego. It destroys everything. It kills everything. The arrogance, the ignorance, the stupidity, the viciousness, the utter clinical insanity of the person with an out of control ego – a person who thinks they know everything when in fact they know nothing, a person so full of themselves, so delusionally sure of themselves that they ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ANYONE ELSE – no matter what the consequences. Even if those consequences end up being the death of their husband

The utter sickness of the out of control ego in a meme. This could not be a more accurate and sickening depiction of my brother’s wife’s reaction for over one year to me trying every way possible to share information and knowledge with her that would have saved my brother’s life, and as well this is the exact reason – this sickening, out of control ego of hers – why my brother suffered excruciatingly for over one year and then lost his life. Her absolute refusal to let go of control, her absolute refusal to entertain the possibility (the reality) that she was wrong, her absolute refusal to put the life of her husband – my brother – above that of her ego

Speaking of. Imagine sending a family member (my brother’s wife . . .) an enormous amount of information – the results of months and months and months of research you’ve done into the cures for their husband’s (and your brother’s) cancer, and this being the response you get. No reply, no response, not even an acknowledgement. In other words – “Fuck you”. Can you imagine?

Did I mention? Yes, imagine this being the ignorant, arrogant, dismissive response of that same family member (my brother’s wife . . .) to yet another family member when trying to share information and knowledge with them which would save their husband’s life. In other words, fuck you too. Cause I know it all, I know everything, and I certainly won’t listen to you or ANYONE else (including the doctors and the entire medical establishment), cause this ain’t my first rodeo, you know? Can you imagine?

Imagine months and months of trying to share knowledge and information with again – that same family member (my brother’s wife . . .) – the very same knowledge and information which would save the life of their husband (and your brother) – and instead of being grateful, unbelievably they actually get angry and threaten you instead, going as far as to tell you that if the treatment you’re suggesting doesn’t work, that it would be on your head. Can you imagine? Oh, and interesting how it is that someone with a high school diploma and zero medical expertise forcing chemotherapy on their spouse against his wishes and against medical advice for over one year which of course ended up causing his death (go figure…) isn’t on THEIR head. Funny how that is . . .

Imagine that same person (my brother’s wife . . .) – again – also threatening their own husband who has cancer with a statement like this. In other words, “Don’t you dare die and leave me with all of these girls!” Can you imagine?

That same person (my brother’s wife . . .) – again . . . Imagine strong arming your husband to pursue a “treatment” – chemotherapy – which would eventually kill him – a treatment that your own oncologist told you that with absolute certainty WOULD NOT WORK to cure the type of cancer your husband had (and by the way, the very same “treatment” that killed his father). Imagine for over one year continuing to strong arm your husband to keep pursuing the very same “treatment” the medical establishment told you WOULD NOT WORK – even as he continued to get sicker and sicker (while at the same time REFUSING over and over again to allow him to not only pursue other treatments which would work, but even to CONSIDER or DISCUSS pursuing them). Imagine after all of this, and after almost one year of horrific pain brought on by this “treatment” you forced your husband to pursue, he eventually became too weak and tired to continue the “treatment”. Imagine he’s lying on his driveway in tears crying that he doesn’t want to continue with this anymore (as you’re preparing to bring him up to the hospital for another round of “treatment” you’re forcing him to undergo, cause, you know this ain’t your first rodeo . . .) and then imagine screaming at him: “Get up and and get your fucking ass in the car!”, and then picking him up and physically throwing him in the car. How’s that for a “loving” wife? I wonder when due karma will catch up with her . . .

Just to reiterate, imagine the ignorance, the arrogance, the viciousness, the ego, the idiocy and stupidity, the sheer clinical insanity it would take for someone with a high school diploma and zero medical expertise to override the entire medical/oncological profession’s body of professional expertise in telling you that chemotherapy would NOT WORK to cure your husband’s cancer by going as far as to force this same chemotherapy they said would NOT WORK onto your husband, and to continue to do so for over one year. All because of a frighteningly sick ego which could not let go of the need to be in control, the sick need for recognition and the absolute refusal to admit being wrong – even if it meant the death of your husband. Can you imagine?

Imagine undertaking over a year’s worth of research in an effort to save your brother’s life, only to have it all completely ignored and dismissed . . . This extensive, detailed and extremely well-researched website (www.alandavidweinstein.com) being the culmination of only one example of just one of the topics of research I pursued in order to try to save my brother’s life. An equal amount of research went into over a dozen other areas and it was accomplished by someone with 25 years of high-level academic research experience, someone with 3 advanced academic degrees, including a Bachelor of Science, Master of Science and a Doctorate/PhD. So imagine with those credentials spending over ONE YEAR EVERY SINGLE DAY researching the cures for your brother’s cancer – and finding the cures – only to have EVERY SINGLE THING you propose immediately dismissed by a person (with a high school diploma no less . . .) for one sickening, mind boggling reason only – because it wasn’t their idea, because it would mean that they were wrong, that they wouldn’t be the hero they so desperately needed to be, and because it would mean in their warped mind that they would “lose control” of the thing they needed to control, the very same thing that in their deluded mind they actually believed they were an expert in – even though in fact they actually knew nothing about it at all. And you can go on to further imagine that this very same person’s spouse – the one with the cancer – wanted to do the exact opposite – he wanted to pursue it all in order to live! And so imagine a man with cancer wanting to pursue things that he knew in his heart and soul would save his life, only to have his spouse REFUSE TO ALLOW HIM TO! And for the clinically insane reasons listed above. Can you imagine this sickness going for over one year, only to see the inevitable result of this sickness which was the death of your brother? Can you imagine?

Yes, I had done an enormous amount of research into many different areas pursuing the cures for my brother’s cancer. One of them was the miracle cancer cure called cannabis oil, and it was just one example of over a year’s worth of research I had done for my brother. Every single day reading, researching, understanding and, with respect to cannabis oil – meeting growers, users and those who had cured their own cancers with the oil. In July – August, 2014 I had in fact met with one of the foremost authorities on cannabis oil in Europe, as well as several people who had cured their own cancers with the oil during my time spent in Zagreb, Croatia. All of this research culminated in this blog post. But just like everything else per the previous image, it was ALL shut down by the woman with the high school diploma. Never mind her husband, my brother, the one with the cancer who wanted to do it all in order to live. It was never up to him, it was never about what he wanted, rather for over one year – it was always ALL about HER

More insanity from the “doctor” with the high school diploma and zero medical expertise. Months after my brother began chemo (against his wishes and against doctor’s advice) he began to have serious problems with his heart. What a strange coincidence, huh, particularly considering he never had an issue with his heart in his entire life . . . Yeah, real strange coincidence, nothing to see here, move right along. You’ll never guess what I was told by the high school graduate when I tried to share this information with her – the link between chemo and heart damage. See above image entitled, “No reply. No response. No acknowledgment”, i.e. “fuck you”. I kept forgetting that it wasn’t her first rodeo . . .

After over a year of horrific pain brought on by this toxic, poisonous chemo, forced upon him by her against his wishes and against doctor’s advice, and at less than 100 pounds with his body completely ravaged from a year of this insanity, his heart (and his body) finally gave out. My brother’s death certificate listed the official cause of death as “cardiopulmonary arrest”. If only there was some connection between chemotherapy, heart failure and death . . . Did I mention that it wasn’t her first rodeo?

More insanity? I tried to share with the high school graduate the extreme importance of high caliber superior nutrition, juicing and super foods in fighting/curing cancer and that the opposite – eating processed foods, foods high in sugar, simple carbs and the like actually feed cancer. As usual, advice given to her in an attempt to save my brother’s life was as always – ignorantly and arrogantly dismissed. So my brother – even though HE wanted to change his diet and start eating the proper foods to heal his cancer because he understood this truth, he never ended up doing so and continued to eat the worst foods one could eat when you have cancer (or even if you don’t have cancer) – the foods SHE was telling him to eat, the foods SHE was feeding him. Why? Because she had declared herself as some sort of “expert” in cancer, and she thought she knew everything – even though she actually knew nothing. So therefore every single time he expressed his desire to change his diet and begin to eat the proper foods and nutrition that would begin to heal him and eradicate his cancer, he would be continually strong armed and shut down by his wife telling him that (you know as the “expert” in cancer that she was in her own mind) it was a “fact” that nutrition and the food one consumes has absolutely no affect whatsoever on cancer. Can you imagine the vicious, arrogant ignorance? I keep forgetting – did I mention that it wasn’t her first rodeo and that she knew everything? I think I did . . .

. . . and there was even more. There were married friends of mine and my girlfriend’s, one of which, the husband, had cured his Stage IV cancer naturally, using intensive nutrition, juicing protocols, super foods, supplementation and cannabis. They spent years of their lives learning everything they could in order to heal him naturally – and of course it worked because it was based on research, intelligence, science and common sense. My girlfriend and I spoke with them at length for weeks about my brother, his cancer, and my friend’s cancer and so much more. They said they would love to speak with my brother to share everything they knew so that he could heal himself naturally like my friend did. I then spoke with my brother about it and as always with everything else that I had told him, he was super excited, and so he said he of course wanted to speak with them. I gave him their phone number and told him they were looking forward to speaking with him. So let’s guess what happened next . . . That’s right, my brother’s wife intervened and shut it down, she refused to speak with them – even though my brother was the one who had the cancer and the one that wanted to speak with this couple to begin to understand how to heal himself naturally. She refused, and she refused to allow him to speak with them. This was my brother’s mentally ill wife – again. As with every other time – anything that wasn’t suggested by her (and the only thing that ever was was chemotherapy which his oncologist told him would not work on his cancer) was immediately dismissed with zero thought, and zero conversation

More you ask? One time when I went up to the hospital with my brother I saw him speaking with a friend of his from the hospital who also had cancer and was also doing chemo, but in conversation this man then said he was weaning off chemo and for months had been focusing on intensive nutrition and a multi-pronged natural approach to healing his cancer through the world renowned healing center called the Hippocrates Health Institute in West Palm Beach, Florida. He had gotten back from a several week stay there some months ago and this is where he had learned and went through the center’s comprehensive cancer wellness program, and he had come back with a new way of eating, a new lifestyle, and a new approach to healing his cancer which was now working extremely well in healing him and eradicating his cancer, versus the chemotherapy he had previously been doing at the same hospital as my brother, the chemo that had been killing him just like it was killing my brother. It was another “miracle that could have been” as I was there to hear it all and then later on the drive back from the hospital I spoke to my brother and suggested since he knew this man that he should contact him and speak with him at length about the program, and begin to pursue (once again) a holistic approach to healing his cancer (as again I knew the chemo was going to kill him, and he knew it too . . . ). As always, my brother was super excited, and as usual it all made sense to him because he was extremely intelligent and also understood the reality of the trillion-dollar cancer chemo-pharmaceutical “industry” which exists not to heal people but only to make enormous amounts of money. So after I spoke with him I think the answer to what happened next should be self-evident by now. Yup, my brother’s wife said no, she refused flat out to contact this man nor would she allow my brother to do so, just like every other attempt made to save my brother’s life was shut down by the woman with the high school diploma who “knew everything” about cancer. By the way, this man was from Puerto Rico, and my brother’s favorite place in the world was Puerto Rico. Another cosmic wink, another miracle that could have been had it not been for his clinically insane wife

The insanity kept repeating over and over for over one year. Here’s just one more example. For over a week before my brother passed away, he was being fed intravenously because he could no longer eat solid food. Serious complications from over a year of poisonous chemo, go figure, who would have thought . . . So this intravenous nutrition my brother was receiving at this point was necessary in order to allow him to survive. It’s called Parenteral Nutrition – the feeding of specialist nutritional products to a person intravenously when the gastrointestinal tract is nonfunctional because of an interruption in its continuity such as a blockage. For over one week I had no clue nor did the rest of my family about any of this because for over one year no one except the high school graduate was permitted to speak to my brother’s doctors, no different than for over one year no one except the high school graduate being permitted to have any say whatsoever on his medical treatment. So on February 15, 2015 I visited my brother in the hospital and only at that point found out what he was being fed – the exact cocktail – along with speaking with the doctor who was administering it to him to try to begin to understand what was happening. And then later that afternoon when my brother’s wife arrived at the hospital I confronted her about this – asking her if she knew what he was being fed that was keeping him alive, the name of the doctor who was administering it to him, what the doctor’s specialty was, etc. And that’s when I found out that my brother’s wife didn’t have a clue about any of it, she knew nothing as usual. Every question I asked her she responded cluelessly that she didn’t know. Wouldn’t you think that your wife would know what this unique medical cocktail was that you were being fed intravenously for over one week that was keeping you alive, along with the specialty of the doctor who was administering it to you and the doctor’s name? Normally, you would be correct to think this. But this was the furthest thing from normal anything, including normal behavior, rather this was just more clinical insanity and at this point it had been going on for over one year. But maybe if it wasn’t your first rodeo and you had a high school diploma, well than maybe you wouldn’t need to know this any of this at all . . .

There was so much information over the course of over one year that I tried to share – all of it – every single thing was disregarded, dismissed and blown off by the high school graduate who knew better than everyone else . . .

There was so much information over the course of over one year that I tried to share – all of it – every single thing was disregarded, dismissed and blown off by the high school graduate who knew better than everyone else . . .

There was so much information over the course of over one year that I tried to share – all of it – every single thing was disregarded, dismissed and blown off by the high school graduate who knew better than everyone else . . .

Going back to how the nightmare began OVER ONE YEAR earlier in the fall of 2013. Imagine on one day (after an unsuccessful, ‘last resort’ medieval medical operation called HIPEC) – November 19, 2013 – your brother is told modern medicine had no more answers regarding possible cures for his cancer, and that there was nothing else they could do for him. Then imagine the VERY NEXT DAY – November 20, 2013 – you attend a seminar given by a world renowned oncologist who specializes in curing “incurable” cancers, and unbelievably you also learn he is at the very same time HEALING THREE PEOPLE with the EXACT SAME “INCURABLE” CANCER that your brother has. Imagine this could be anything but a miracle

Can you imagine?

Just imagine a miracle like this. One day your brother is told there is nothing that can be done to cure his cancer, and the very next day you attend a seminar in NYC given by a world renowned oncologist from Switzerland – and one that is HEALING and CURING THREE PATIENTS with very same cancer that your brother was told was incurable only ONE day before by the ‘modern’ medical establishment. Can you imagine?

Just imagine this miracle. Then try to imagine sharing this with your brother who was over the moon with joy in learning about this unbelievable miracle, knowing that he now knew he was going to live – only to then have his spouse, unbelievably, have the exact OPPOSITE reaction – anger and rage! Can you imagine the sickness of it all? Can you imagine the sickness being so severe that she refused to not only allow him to pursue this treatment – treatment with a world renowned oncologist who was CURING THREE PEOPLE WITH THE VERY SAME CANCER as he had (and after he was told he had NO OTHER OPTIONS TO LIVE by the medical establishment), but even going as far as refusing to allow him to even consider or discuss the same? Can you imagine? Can you imagine that she even REFUSED to contact this world renowned oncologist because of her pathetic EGO, and her sick need to be in absolute control, and to be ‘right’? And so that in her sick and twisted mind, picking up that phone to speak with this world renowned oncologist who was curing THREE people with the EXACT SAME CANCER as her husband had would mean to her that she would be wrong, that she would lose control, that the focus would no longer be on HER, and that she wouldn’t be the ‘hero’ that she so desperately needed to be. Can you imagine that this was more important to her than the very life of her own husband? Would you believe this could actually be true, that it could even be possible? Can you imagine? Can you imagine this level of sickness, this frightening mental illness that cost my brother his life?

Just one more example of an enormous amount of information I had shared – a magnificent book, by Dr. Thomas Rau, detailing the intricacies of the miracle that is biological medicine – a breakthrough in, among many things, the treatment of cancer, including so-called “incurable cancers”. I later came to learn that this book as well as all of the other material that I had shared (an enormous amount of information, including the results of over one year of my own research) had never even been looked at, instead it had all been completely ignored, dismissed and disregarded – everything. For over one year – absolute and utter refusal to not only look into but even to consider or even acknowledge – information that would have saved your husband’s life. Can you imagine the sickness, the mental illness?

In one image, this is how sick it really was:
– On November 19, 2013 my brother underwent a last resort HIPEC operation which failed and was told he would not live.
– The very next day – November 20, 2013 I attended the lecture given by Dr. Thomas Rau and found out he was currently treating and successfully healing and curing THREE patients with the exact same cancer as my brother had.
– Four days later, on November 24, 2013 my entire family got together at my brother’s house to talk about this miracle and discuss how to proceed with my brother being treated at the Paracelsus Clinic by Dr. Thomas Rau.
– The next day, November 25, 2013 my brother discussed the same with his oncologist who, of course, gave him the green light to pursue treatment at Paracelsus, as there was nothing more he (his oncologist) could do for him at this point (given the failure of the HIPEC operation and the fact that chemotherapy would not work on the type of cancer he had).
– The next day, November 26, 2013 I spoke to my brother on the phone and he told me, in shock, that his wife told him she was arranging chemotherapy for him to begin that upcoming weekend, and that she had told him that she/they would not be going to Paracelsus for treatment, nor would she/they be contacting Paracelsus or Dr. Rau.
I will never forget this phone call – my brother was in incredible shock, as was I. His wife had taken full and unilateral control of his course of treatment and had now completely pressured and strong-armed him not only out of a treatment protocol with a world- renowned oncologist who was curing three patients with the exact same cancer as he had, a treatment protocol which would have saved his life, but also at the same time she had immediately arranged for him to begin a course of “treatment” of chemotherapy – even though his own oncologist had told him with absolutely certainty that chemotherapy would NOT WORK on his cancer.
– The very next day, November 27, 2013, in shock, I emailed Dr. Rau who was expecting my brother’s call and wrote him that my brother would not be pursuing treatment with him at the Paracelsus Clinic in Switzerland after all (without of course being able to go into the real reason why). So in less than ONE WEEK, my brother’s mentally ill, insane wife had managed to turn this unbelievable miracle which would have saved his life into a death sentence for my brother. Years later, looking back, on top of all the horrific realizations I had come to, one was that that day our entire family had gotten together (November 24, 2013) to discuss this miracle, I remember my brother’s wife had said absolutely NOTHING – she had no comments, no questions, nothing to say, she didn’t utter a word. She just sat there in complete silence. And I will also never forget this incredibly overwhelming feeling I sensed of rage coming from her, which of course made “no sense” to me. Indeed, back then I didn’t yet understand why she said nothing and why I felt this incredible feeling of rage coming from her. But as time went on – the many weeks, months and years afterwards I did then begin to finally understand why. And it was an incredibly frightening and sickening conclusion that eventually became unmistakable – it was because, incredibly and unbelievably, she was actually FURIOUS and ENRAGED that someone else, someone other than HER dared to provide input towards my brother’s treatment, dared to provide advice on how to save his life. She was FURIOUS and ENRAGED that someone was “stealing her thunder” and in her sick mind trying to “take control” of the “thing” – my brother – that she was convinced that she alone would be in control of, and a subject matter (cancer) that she in her deluded mind was convinced she was an expert in – even though she actually knew nothing at all about it. And so only days later after we had all gotten together, when she was alone with my brother, she took back full control by strong arming my brother out of not only pursuing treatment at Paracelsus, but unbelievably even out of contacting them and Dr. Thomas Rau, while also at the same time she began to immediately arrange for my brother to begin an OVER ONE YEAR LONG course of toxic chemotherapy which his own oncologist had told him with absolute certainty would NOT WORK to cure his cancer. And at that point, my brother became nothing more than an experimental and highly compensated data set for his oncologist, and nothing more than something to be “controlled” by his insane, egotistical mentally ill idiot wife. This is the sickening truth of what happened to my brother

Another snapshot from the lecture given by Dr. Thomas Rau that I had attended on November 20, 2013 – exactly one day after my brother was told by the modern medical establishment that there was nothing they could do for him to save his life. Months after my brother died, I emailed. Dr. Rau to find out how his patients were doing – the three patients he had spoken about that evening in Brooklyn, all of whom had the exact same rare, aggressive cancer as my brother had. I knew what his answer would be even before I received a response from him because even back then in 2013 his patients were doing extremely well under his care and were already full on to being healed. But I just wanted to see it in writing for myself. I also knew what the answer would be because, with 25-years of high level academic research experience myself, including a PhD, I knew enough to know that this amazing modality of biological medicine along with strict nutritional regime would cure my brother’s cancer, and I also knew that Dr. Rau was one of the foremost, leading and most renowned physicians and oncologists in the world. Sure enough I received the answer I knew I would: All three of his patients were no longer “patients” because under his care and treatment they had long ago gone on to be fully healed and all of them were now cancer-free and back to leading their normal lives as they had been before their cancer diagnoses. And there it was. My brother would have been number four. The last words Dr. Rau wrote me in his email response were: “Dr. Weinstein, I’m very sorry that your brother did not decide to integrate this medicine.” His words stating the obvious – that he of course knew that if “my brother” had pursued treatment with him at Paracelsus he would have been alive, fully healed and cancer-free today just like the rest of his former patients were. Of course Dr. Rau had no idea what truly happened, having never been contacted by “my brother” after I had spoken to him that evening and only days later having contacted him to tell him “my brother” would not be pursuing treatment with him at the Paracelsus Clinic after all, and without of course being able to tell him the real reason why at that time. Indeed, he had no idea why “my brother” had never contacted him because he had no way of knowing or understanding that it wasn’t “”my brother” who had “decided” not to integrate this life saving medicine”, but instead that it was his wife who had unilaterally decided it for him. My brother in fact had every intention on contacting Dr. Rau (and he had said exactly this over and over in dozens of conversations we had together over the 16 months he was ill and dying) because he knew this treatment protocol would have saved his life – but unbelievably his wife kept beating him down and eventually, only days after I had attended the seminar, completely and viciously strong-armed him out of it. His wife refused to allow him to pursue this treatment which would have saved his life. And she made this psychopathic, unilateral decision less than one week after I had attended the seminar with Dr. Rau – the seminar where I had learned that he was treating and healing 3 patients with the exact same cancer as my brother had. Not only that, this sick insane woman actually even went as far as refusing to allow my brother to PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE to call and speak with Dr. Rau, to even contact him. And every single time over the next 16 months that he brought up the conversation again with his wife  to go to Paracelsus – to get treated by this world renowned oncologist who was successfully healing 3 people with the exact same cancer as he had – even to contact them – every single time he brought it up his mentally ill wife would become enraged, scream at him and shut him down. The more he brought it up the angrier she got. Even as he continued over the many months to get sicker and sicker, to the point that he was clearly dying, she continued to scream at him, to be enraged with him. Enraged that he “dare” to question her, even as he continued to plead with her to listen to him and others that clearly had the answers that would have saved his life. All he got in return from his pleas was anger and rage from her, from this sick, mentally ill woman. Yes, my brother had every intention on going to Paracelsus to be treated by Dr. Rau to save his life – but his wife refused to allow him to. My brother had every intention on living – but his wife refused to allow him to. This is the sickening, mind-boggling truth of what happened to my brother

Can you imagine that this is actually what it came to? Although given this level of ignorance, arrogance, viciousness, utter stupidity and sheer, clinical insanity, perhaps it’s really not that hard to imagine after all . . .

It’s simply impossible to wrap one’s mind around the truth about what happened to my brother, all of which is detailed above. It’s simply mind boggling. And if all of this madness could not have been any worse, if the excruciating pain my brother went through for over one year could not have been any worse, it was. As the weeks turned into months from when he was first diagnosed to over a year since he was prior to his death, he would continually go through bouts of anger and rage. Why? Because he was trying to understand why his wife was insisting he do chemo when his own oncologist told him with absolute certainty it would not work to eradicate his cancer. It made no sense, and it was fucking with his mind. But it was even worse. He also for over one year couldn’t figure out why every single thing that I suggested to him to do to actually heal his cancer – all things that made complete sense to him – were not only all immediately shut down by his wife, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around why she would not even allow him to discuss any of it, whether to pursue these things or just to talk about possibly doing so. Why was she refusing to allow him to do or discuss anything but chemo (which he knew would not work and would end up killing him)? This too was fucking with his mind. Why was she not allowing him to even look into any of it, to make any phone calls to others who had healed their late-stage cancers naturally, or to call world renowned holistic cancer treatment centers to find out more information about their treatment protocols which had and were continuing to cure hundreds of thousands of people around the world, or perhaps worst of all – why was she refusing to allow him to even contact a world-renowned doctor and oncologist that I had discovered and personally spoken with who was actually curing multiple patients with the exact same cancer as he had? And as the weeks turned into months which then turned into over a year he was continuing to get sicker and sicker as all he was doing was chemo – nothing else – and his oncologist told him the chemo wouldn’t work. So him continuing to get more and more ill – that’s the only thing that did “make sense”, but what he couldn’t wrap his mind around was why was his wife continuing to insist he do chemo despite his oncologist telling him it would not work and despite him continuing to get sicker and sicker over the months, while also continuing to refuse to allow him to not only pursue but even to discuss other treatments which he knew would heal him. It was a colossal mind fuck and going back to those bouts of anger and rage – those raw emotions were coming from not only his intelligent mind but also from his soul – screaming to him that “something” was terribly wrong. And what was impossible for him to fully grasp until the very end when he had no choice but to see it for what it truly was, was the horrific truth of it all – the realization that the reason this insanity was all happening was because the most important thing, and thus the only thing that mattered to his own wife was that she remained in complete control because of her sick ego, and her need to be right and her mentally ill need to be some sort of hero – with the focus always on her – not her husband who had the cancer and who was dying. And so for over one year this insanity overrode everything sane, everything that would have healed him and saved his life. This is the horrific truth my brother had to confront at the very end of his life – it wasn’t his own life that was most important, rather it was his wife’s ego that was

Speaking of her ego . . . For over one year since my brother had first been diagnosed up until the day he died, NO ONE was permitted to have any input into his medical treatment except for his wife – the woman with the high school diploma. Not his brother, not his sister, not his mother, not even the patient himself who had the cancer – my brother. NO ONE. As the months rolled on, and as he continued to get sicker and sicker, and weaker and weaker, the only thing that changed was her fervor in doubling down, tripling down, and quadrupling down on chemo and her fervor in doubling down, tripling down, and quadrupling down on her refusal to allow anyone else to have any say, any input whatsoever into his treatment. Even more incredible, from the day he was diagnosed until the day he died, she refused to allow anyone else in the family to speak with his oncologist or any of his other doctors or surgeons. She actually even refused to give my brother – her own husband – the results of the research I had done for him, the research he asked to see (instead another family member had to give it to him when she was away (gambling in Atlantic City) since she refused to). It eventually got so insane that a decision was finally made to get my brother the treatment he needed in an attempt to save his life – without her knowledge – because at that point, after over one year of being told “fuck you” by the mentally ill woman with the high school diploma, something drastic had to be done. As he was too ill at that point to travel to the Paracelsus Clinic in Switzerland (which had been the intended plan well OVER ONE YEAR EARLIER), in early February 2015, the cannabis oil, the food, the juicing, the supplements – it was all being taken care of and would be in my brother’s hands within the week. But it ended up being too late as he died days later before any of it could be delivered to him to begin to heal him

The last day of my brother’s life, the morning of the very same day he finally had to confront the utterly horrific truth of what was really most important to the person he trusted the most, what in fact had been most important to her for over one year. And that horrific truth was coming to the realization that the thing that was most important to her was NOT HIM. Only one person knows the content of the conversation that happened that morning, the very same person responsible for his death only hours later after that very same conversation ended and she walked out of my brother’s hospital room and out of the hospital. I wonder what was discussed? You think that finally coming to the horrific realization that morning that saving your life wasn’t what was most important after all was what it was? I certainly know what was discussed the day and evening before he died because I was with him speaking to him about it . . . The only thing I don’t know is whether my brother’s death was caused by chemotherapy alone, or the combination of chemotherapy and a broken heart. But what I do know is that in either case, the cause of his death and the responsibility for the same leads directly back to the exact same person . . .

He wanted to do it all, he said so all the time. I will never forget the conversations, the many, many talks we had. For over one year we spoke about it over and over all the time. Paracelsus, Hippocrates, cannabis oil, making changes to his diet and nutrition, juicing, supplementation, speaking with others who had aggressive, late-stage cancers, all of whom had healed themselves naturally and holistically. And he knew chemo wouldn’t work for his cancer because his own oncologist told him so. Despite all of this, incredibly she insisted he do chemo, while at the same time she REFUSED to not only allow him to do these things that would have healed him and saved his life, but even to DISCUSS these things . . .
. . . No, for over one year, through all of his incredible pain and suffering, she REFUSED to discuss, to listen, to allow him to do anything outside of CHEMO – which his oncologist said WOULD NOT WORK, while a world-renowned oncologist in Switzerland, who she REFUSED TO EVEN CONTACT, was at the same time healing three patients with the exact type of cancer as he had (and today they are all fully healed and completely cancer free).
No, she “knew better” – better than everyone and anyone else, even the doctors. For over one year, every time he pleaded to do all of these things, even as he continued to get sicker and sicker, she beat him down, yelled at him, screamed at him, and in the end he lost his life. After all, with clinical insanity, it couldn’t have been any other way. For over one year, as he suffered, the only thing that mattered to her was that she was in complete control, she was making all of the decisions, she was “right” and and no one knew better or would tell her otherwise – ever.
In the end, he lost his life, but she “won”. Something about a rodeo . . .

My God, can you imagine it all? And as if it couldn’t get any more sickening, can you imagine your entire family afterwards wanting to bury the TRUTH of this entire horrific experience and choosing instead to pretend for the rest of their lives that none of this ever happened? Can you imagine living a lie like this for the rest of your life, a lie this horrific, this sick? Conversely, can you imagine being the only one having the courage to speak the TRUTH when no one else dared to? And then can you imagine after agreeing to keep quiet and suppress this horrific truth about what happened to your brother because your family pressured you to and then going on to do so out of selfless love for your family, doing what was best for them and what they wanted rather than what your soul was screaming to do – then as soon as they got what they wanted from you they then did what was best for them again and then selfishly threw you under the bus, turned their back on you, and betrayed you anyway right after your brother died. Can you imagine? All so they can continue to selfishly live this cowardly and fake, Stockholm Syndrome-like existence founded on this sickening lie for the rest of their lives? Can you further imagine that you were the one and only one that spent every single day researching the cures for your brother’s cancer, and actually you were the one that indeed found the cures – the very same cures your brother begged for for over one year and the very same cures he was prevented from pursuing by his own wife for over one year? This is the incredibly sickening secret my entire family has decided to keep for the rest of their lives, while doing everything they can to suppress the surreal truth of what really happened to my brother – the truth about the massive amount of research that I had done for over one year to find the cures for his cancer, the truth about the cures that were indeed found for his cancer from this research, the truth about what my brother pleaded for and wanted to pursue for over one year – those very same cures, the truth about why he really died, and the truth about who’s directly responsible for his death. All of this truth they will suppress and lie about for the rest of their lives. Can you imagine it all . . .

Indeed, this is the path my family has chosen to take for the rest of their lives, living this horrific, monstrous lie about everything that truly happened to my brother for over one year, including the cures that were found for his cancer – the cures he was not allowed to pursue, why he died, and who’s directly responsible for his death. Can you imagine living a lie like this for the rest of your life?

Don’t they know that no matter what, no matter how hard they try to suppress, bury or hide it, that the truth about what really happened to my brother and everything else that happened will come out in the end anyway? The truth always comes out in the end – always . . .

“This ain’t my first rodeo, so fuck you”, said the ignorant, arrogant, vicious, pathetic idiot with the high school diploma. My brother suffered excruciatingly for over one year and then in the end, he lost his life, but she “won”, she definitely got what she wanted – full and absolute control over his medical treatment from beginning to end. Her refusal to let go of this sickening need to “win” at any cost – cost him his life. In a sane, fair and just world she’d be put in prison or a mental asylum for the remainder of her life for what she did to my brother

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brother’s wife

Speaking of my brothers’ wife
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This is what it all came down to – a fucking imbecile who thought she was brilliant. A simple, devastating recipe for everything horrific that happened to my brother over the course of 16 agonizingly painful months she put him through. This fucking freak who, in her supreme ignorance, arrogance, ego and breathtaking levels of stupidity ended the life of the most beautiful man you’d ever want to be in the presence of – my beautiful brother

And here she is – the “brilliant one” – the cancer “expert”. So further to the previous images, and the arrogance, the ignorance, the viciousness and particularly the idiocy and stupidity of my brother’s wife – are you ready? Colossal stupidity? You think? If ever there were a perfect footnote and image which summed up (outside of her sickening, psychopathic ego) the colossal stupidity a la the Dunning Kruger effect that cost my brother his life, this would be it. Looks like the high school graduate is going back to school. So I guess she’s not satisfied with her current outstanding resume, which includes the prestigious titles of Chief Physician, Chief of Medicine, Chief Oncologist, Chief Cardiologist, Chief Parenteral Nutritionist, and Chief Dietitian . . . Looks like that Dunning Kruger effect is really going to be in effect now . . .  So not only is the future “college graduate” not even able to correctly spell the name of the city that the online diploma mill university she’s attending is in (Pheonix?), take a deep breath here – she can’t even spell the word UNIVERSITY correctly (Univeristy?). My God, what a sad, pathetic fucking joke. What a sad, pathetic fucking woman – the “cancer expert” – this imbecile who insisted she knew everything about everything – including cancer – this fucking idiot who ended my brother’s life.
My brilliant, beautiful brother never stood a chance . . . And no, that’s not my brother in the picture from the year 2016. Ain’t love grand? After over 30 years together, it didn’t take her very long at all to move on now did it . . .

Yup –  the “cancer expert” – this fucking idiot who not only can’t even spell the name of the city that the online diploma mill university she’s attending is in, she can’t even spell the word UNIVERSITY correctly! You couldn’t make this shit up if you tried. This is the imbecile that for over one year forced my beautiful brother to undergo this toxic, poisonous chemo that made him suffer horrifically and eventually die from the same. Yup, the same imbecile that insisted she knew it all – she was the expert, don’t you know? Never mind what his own oncologist said – that chemo wouldn’t work. And  never mind the world renowned oncologist I met well over a year before he died that cured three people with the exact same cancer as he had – the world renowned oncologist that my brother’s own idiot wife REFUSED TO CONTACT – even though my brother begged her to as he knew this man and his remarkable treatment protocol would have saved his life like it had all of the others he had treated . . . So I wonder what the “cancer expert” is going back to school for at that online diploma mill university? Orthography? Or maybe oncology? Yeah, I think it’s oncology – she’s going to use the “success story” of her husband on her college application. You know, making him suffer horrifically for over one year, like some sort of Frankenstein experiment, and then die barely a shell of his former self. Yup, the high school graduate, Dr. Heidi Baron, MD definitely showed everyone how fucking brilliant she was. In fact, I’ve got a copy of my brother’s death certificate to prove it

A perfect verbal visual to sum up the absolute and utterly out of control psychopathic insanity of my brother’s wife that cost him his very life. Even after he died – SHE remained in absolute control. Every single discussion with every one of his treating physicians after he died occurred solely with HER – NO ONE else in the family was permitted to speak with them. The decision on what to do with my brother’s body after his death was made by HER and NO ONE else in the family was permitted input. The decision on where to have him cremated (the unilateral decision SHE made) was made by HER and NO ONE else in the family was permitted input. His remains rested with HER family – and NO ONE else in his family, including myself, my mother or anyone else in our family had any say and to this day no one has ever received any of his remains. Nor has anyone else in the family ever received his death certificate or a copy of the same. After he died, multiple fundraisers were held for the grieving widow – every one of which was initiated solely by her, all the while as she continued to spend money on such “necessities” as remodeling the house, going on multiple vacations and of course ensuring she kept his very expensive BMW roadster for herself – never mind that she didn’t know how to drive the car and also never mind that the sale of the very same car would have paid for a lot of bills . . . The fundraisers, just like the entire year my brother was dying of chemotherapy were all about HER. And the perfect narcissistic touch to these fundraisers was that in every one of them that she held, absolutely no mention was made of his very own family members. The exact words she used in advertising of the same was that he was a “loving husband and father, and great friend”. But not one mention of his brother, his sister, and most painfully not one single mention was made of his very own mother. All compliments of the psychopathic narcissistic lunatic that ended my brother’s life

Oh, and one more interesting footnote to all of this other psychopathic insanity. One might ask, where would a grieving widow go on these multiple vacations, all funded by these multiple fundraisers, apparently strapped for cash as she was. Well the last place in the world any normal, non-psychopathic human being would go or would ever think of going, particularly so soon after losing your spouse would be the very same place that the two of you vacationed every single year. I mean, for the love of God, why would you ever want to or ever think to go to the very same place that was “your” place together with all of the many memories. Indeed, that’s where the loving wife chose to go multiple times on vacation very soon after my brother died – Puerto Rico. Why? The answer is as sickening as it is simple. Because that would be the only place in the world where she would be waited on hand and foot, and be showered 24/7 with unwavering attention as everyone there (at the resort where they vacationed – the very same resort she chose to go to!) knew my brother well and so she knew she would be the sympathy star for the week she went. And be comped as well. And the next year as well, and the next, and the next . . . That’s not what normal people do. But that’s exactly what narcissistic psychopaths do. She didn’t miss a beat – for over one year while my brother was dying she insisted, in fact demanded to be the star and the focus of all of the attention, and after my brother died she demanded the exact same . . .

Did I mention? I think I did . . . Fun times, indeed. In 2016, a mere one year after my brother’s death she traveled there with his children, and then – are you ready – the very next year, she brought her new beau along. Wonder why she waited so long . . . narcissistic psychopath, much? And yes, that’s correct – she went to the VERY SAME RESORT with her new beau that she romantically vacationed at every single year with my brother for years and years. How about that? And just when you think it couldn’t get any more mind-numbingly fucked up – that’s right, she posted her romantic escapades with her new boyfriend publicly to her Facebook page. Can you imagine? Indeed, in the photo above with just her latest 2020 loving getaway – all nestled nicely up in the very same page rests a nice big shot of the grieving widow and her new beau having “fun, loving times” in the very same place – the exact same resort she “romantically” vacationed every single year with my brother. And wait, it can’t get any more fucked up, right? No, it can; the cherry on top of all this mind boggling insanity is that to the left (click on image to enlarge), sandwiched right in the middle of the seven images she has of her and her new beau is a picture she has of my brother – and ALL OF THESE PICTURES are of her, my brother and her new flame at the VERY SAME FUCKING RESORT in Puerto Rico – the VERY SAME FUCKING RESORT that my brother and her vacationed at every single year. And on the picture of my brother she wedged into her new romantic image collage with her new boyfriend she wrote the following words across the image of my brother: “There will never be a day when I won’t think of you”. Sure thing, you bet. Especially at the resort in Puerto Rico where you’re having fun, loving times with your new boyfriend . . . Can you wrap your mind around it? This is the woman – this clueless, clinically insane, narcissistic psychopathic imbecile that ended my brother’s life

“There will never be a day when I won’t think of you”. Yup, sure thing, you bet. Especially at the exact same resort that I romantically vacationed at every single year for years with you – the exact same resort that I am now romantically vacationing at with my new boyfriend….

“There will never be a day when I won’t think of you”. Yup, sure thing, you bet. Especially at the exact same resort that I romantically vacationed at every single year for years with you – the exact same resort that I am now romantically vacationing at with my new boyfriend….

“There will never be a day when I won’t think of you”. Yup, sure thing, you bet. Especially at the exact same resort that I romantically vacationed at every single year for years with you – the exact same resort that I am now romantically vacationing at with my new boyfriend….

Ain’t love grand? Another beautiful shot of the grieving widow having fun loving, romantic times with her new boyfriend at the exact same resort she romantically vacationed at every single year with my brother. And just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any more fucked up – look at the dates she posted this and the previous few pictures from her latest romantic escapades. Late February – early March. My brother died on February 16th. So not only did the grieving widow decide to go to the exact same resort with her new boyfriend that she romantically vacationed at every single year with my brother – she went at the exact same time of the year of the anniversary of his death.  I’m guessing she thought that this would elicit maximum “sympathy points” from the resort staff. So not only did the grieving widow go to the exact same resort with her new boyfriend that she vacationed at every single year with my brother, she went at the exact same time of the year of the anniversary of his death. This is the mindset of the perpetual “grieving widow”, or more accurately the narcissistic psychopathic imbecile that ended my brother’s life

Same island, same resort, same woman, same fun loving times – just a different man. The one in the top image is the grieving widow’s new boyfriend. The one in the bottom image is my brother (her husband of over 30 years). Did I mention that there will never be a day when she won’t think of him?

That image she created of my brother at the resort in Puerto Rico with the ever so “heart-felt” words is the same one that she wedged into the love all Puerto Rico-fest photo collage she created on her Facebook page in the previous images above. So are you ready for more psychopathic insanity? Look at the sidebar of this image above (click on image to enlarge). This was actually a photo she first created and posted publicly to her Facebook page immediately after my brother died. That’s right – no sooner did my brother die then the “grieving widow” and social media whore was back at it – she couldn’t wait to start eliciting sympathy – as she had the entire year he was dying. It was never about him – it was always about her. So look at the image – in less than one week – in ONLY THREE DAYS – she logged back into her Facebook account to post this image of my brother. February 19, 2015 – ONLY THREE DAYS after he died – before his memorial service was even held. This was her priority – Facebook. Me, me, me. Together for over 30 years – and then he’s gone for ONLY THREE DAYS and this is what enters her mind – the need to update her status on Facebook with the death of my brother, along with some idle banter with a friend. What kind of monster does this? What kind of monster posts a picture of their deceased husband of 30 years on their Facebook account only days after he dies and then starts nonchalantly chatting about on their feed as if it’s just another normal day? What kind of monster? A narcissistic psychopathic monster. You see, it was ALWAYS about HER. From the day my brother was diagnosed, through the entire year he was dying and up to the very day he died- it was always all about HER. In fact to this day it is still all about HER. And as it surely will be for the rest of her life as she will continue to elicit sympathy in every way she can for as long as she can as she milks herself as the perpetual “grieving widow”. Never mind my brother . . . my brother who suffered excruciatingly for over one year from the chemo she forced upon him for over one year. When he died, he weighed less than 100 pounds, his body ravaged by that very same poisonous chemo. Over one fucking year of poisonous chemo – demanded and insisted upon by one person and one person only for over one year – a high school graduate with zero medical expertise. Against my own brother’s oncologist’s repeated medical advice. Against my own brother’s repeated pleas and wishes – for over one year. Day after day, week after week, month after month my brother suffered horrifically. This is what my brother’s narcissistic psychopathic, clinically insane imbecilic idiot wife did to him – this fucking monster who ended his life

And so with all of this utterly incredible insanity, perhaps it’s fitting that what remains is nothing more than just a horrific, nightmarish shell of a family – a family of spineless, gutless pathetic cowards who have decided to live this completely fake, inverted monstrous lie of a life founded on this colossal lie for the rest of their lives. The same cowards who cower down and suck up to the very woman who ended my brother’s life, the same cowards who suppress this sickening lie and refuse to speak the truth – the truth about what truly happened for over one year to my brother, why he really died and who’s truly responsible for his death. Spineless, gutless cowards who protect the lie and don’t have the courage to speak the truth – the truth about why my brother really died and who’s directly responsible for his death. I wonder how long a charade this horrific can be kept up, how long before the sickening lie eventually collapses and the truth is finally revealed . . .

One day the truth will be revealed . . .

. . . absolutely 100% guaranteed

For over one year, my brother begged for truth regarding the answers that would have cured his cancer, healed him and saved his life, but all he got was lies and utter betrayal – from the person he trusted the most. On the morning of February 16, 2015 he finally realized the horrific truth – what was most important to her was not saving his life, in fact it never was. Rather, unbelievably, for over one year the most important thing to her – the only thing that mattered to her – was that she remained in complete and absolute control – always. It was all about her and her pathetic ego, her sickeningly mental ‘hero complex’, her need to be ‘right’ and her absolute refusal to listen to anyone else – no matter what the cost – even if that cost ended up being his life. After all, it wasn’t her first rodeo . . .
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And I will add one last thing – on that very same day that my brother died my entire family went up to the hospital to see him one last time. I will never get that image out of my mind of what he looked like in that bed when I walked into his room, with nothing left of him but skin and bones – a skeleton of his former self. What she did to him – I will never get that image out of my mind and for the rest of my life I will never forgive her for what she did to him. As we all walked into his hospital room she was sitting there beside him and one other thing I will also never forget was the look on her face – like she knew something none of the rest of us did and she was panicked that we would find out what IT was. That feeling I had was overpowering. I wonder what IT was, what she knew that we didn’t? I could say I’d find out one day, but I don’t need to – I already know what that look was all about . . .
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And one other thing – as we all entered the room, everyone in my family one by one walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek as consolation before sitting down. Everyone that is except for me. For why would I kiss the woman who murdered my brother? And she knows that I know, she knows that I hold her responsible for his death and that she is the one who murdered him. That’s my consolation – that for the rest of her life she’ll NEVER be able to unknow that I hold her responsible for my brother’s death and that I will until the day I die.
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And with that being said, I swear to God and I swear on the soul of my brother that for the rest of my natural life, I will stand alone – in truth, for him. The truth is what my brother begged for for over one year, the same truth he was denied by his own wife for over one year, the same truth that would have saved his life. What really happened to my brother – the truth is the truth – it always was, and it will always be.
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The truth about what really happened to my brother will be revealed in due time – absolutely 100% guaranteed

A parting snapshot of my beautiful father, my beautiful brother and myself, circa 1981. Both of them were murdered by chemotherapy. With my father, the chemo was prescribed by a medical doctor. With my brother, it was prescribed by a high school graduate – his wife. The only other difference being with my father, fifteen years earlier, no one had a clue about the death sentence that was chemotherapy. With my brother we did – but for over one year his very own wife absolutely refused to discuss the same, refused to listen, refused to abdicate control, refused to admit she was wrong, refused to allow any other family members to speak with his doctors, refused to listen to my brother’s own oncologist, refused to allow him access to the very cures and doctors that would have saved his life, and perhaps most astoundingly and astonishingly – refused to listen to the desires, wishes and pleas of her very own husband. The truth and love that he begged for and was denied for over one year would have saved his life. The lies and ego of his out of control, narcissistic psychopathic idiot wife is what ended it. Love without truth is a fraud, a lie. Love without truth kills – everything. Imagine what could have been in a family willing to hear the truth, a family willing to let go of their precious egos, a family who valued truth over the sickeningly and viciously arrogant need to be right at any cost, a family who truly understood what love really is