It was for the fire escape and soul bored as a Swiss cheese. Yoon-Hee Choi, known in his country for more than twenty books on happiness and hope, and multiple television appearances, committed suicide just weeks ago at sixty-three years old. His death linda between random and planned, between the arbitrary and causal. The Priestess of Happiness-as named the good he did not know Choi-grab by the lapels to depression with the same force that proclaimed in its moth-eaten Table of the Commandments of Self-Help. Her death has that slight cold breeze of poetic justice. The Sheriff. In a farewell letter, he acknowledged his lung and heart ailments made him descend to the basement of the darkness of the soul, never to return. To no avail their own lessons. The pain and death we all equal. Toll and obligatory step of Thermopylae. His epitaph could be written as an innocent campion "Remedios sell it to me I have not!"
And if there's anything that handle potter's hands all these siren vendors are the numbers. The number of books sold in the market for so-called self-help course. That he preaches not appealable to a Chinese oracle that faith can move mountains to get up twice during each talegazo to hit, you shower with care of the flowerbeds new mother of positive thinking to kill your disease ... mantras and slogans repeated until nausea resting on the shelves of bookstores waiting for a poor, pitiful lamb museum is set on them for a bit of arnica for wounds of the soul. And sometimes it happens that not only the soul. Unbridled positivism spread like a wildfire, it goes even among the fine and slow streams of medical science. With the world of pseudoscience in the making and gnawing conscience trashy Orientalism, it is not strange that even through the cracks of the oncologist's office door brew the incense smoke vented the censing of African New Age.
cancer as well write the British essayist Christopher Hitchens in an article in which Fair Vannity detailing his descent into hell of the dying, no longer is a heartbreaking disease, but a pulse. "It is even in the obituaries of those who lost the fight, as if one could reasonably say about someone who has died after a brave and long fight against mortality." Pure travesty of political correctness. So forget the short sword equally in both directions. So harmful is the excess of negative thoughts like the optimism from the truth. Thus, among the stages of denial, anger and acceptance that accompany the disease, seem to want to force fit an unbroken period of war and positive thinking. All viewed from the sidelines. And so, in retrospect, we all end up running a sort of Manolete. Things change when morlaco sneaks out the back door of the house. "Let me inform you, however, that when one is sitting in a room with other finalists, and kind people bring a bag of poison and transparent plugs into your arm and you read a book or not as the poison gets into your body, burning the image of the revolutionary soldier or was the last to appear. You feel sunk into passivity, dissolves into impotence as a lump of sugar in the water, "Hitchens added. Denying the pain and misfortune is to deny human nature. And so, glazed with a beautiful childlike positivity wall to wall with the cumbersome world of the obscene. One thing is peacock feathers in front of the little problems of everyday life and quite another to flaunt the insolence of the child who leaves him bearded face the demons and goblins of the disease. The journalist got Milagros Pérez Oliva long been the nail on the head asking the oncologist José Ramón Germá "is being repeated so that the attitude is crucial to cancer, many patients, when they feel depressed, tired or discouraged, besides feeling bad, feel guilty over of not being sufficiently optimistic, no more encouragement. Anybody can ensure that the mood is separate from what happens in the body? Could it be another manifestation of the biological process? Does not it seem unfair that message to those who can not do anything to stop being depressed? "To which the oncologist to be playing San Pantaleon said," Honestly, I must say that I had not thought about it [...] Since then, the oncologist does better than the patient has a positive attitude "Let
that the nanny you will want a wimp baby kick and stop mourn not because best for their evacuation, but because it will keep your precious alabaster fingers clean and perfumed. The genealogy of all this new psychotherapy applied to cancer brings up the jeweler meticulously psychologist Gustavo Pérez Domínguez. "With regard to the specific case of psychotherapy and its alleged health effect, more than 20 years is assumed by the general public and sometimes by some oncologists the alleged effectiveness of the same for longer life expectancy. The two great icons of this trend are the studies of Spiegel et al (1989) and Fawzy et al (1993). Coyne et al, (Psychotherapy and Survival in Cancer: The Conflict Between Hope and Evidence) reported methodological weaknesses (small sample sizes, inadequate selection of patients), errors in statistical interpretation, and finally attributed the benefit of group psychotherapy at rates abnormally negative development of cancer in the control groups (additionally collected several meta-analysis found no medical effect whatsoever) 'Botox and silicone against the passage of time. Whitewashed for moisture. Should confused reality with desire? The mere will is to health what gestures to the economy. Smoke straw. The difference is that the wishes supported solely on mental suggestion can come into conflict with the sharp bayonet reality. The very act of varnishing the patient with the tender romance of the battle and struggle as the disease progresses at breakneck speed is not only tricky, but highly damaging. We can find a scenario where the patient, unable to face the fight given the physical and emotional deterioration, opt for the guilt and self-destruction. "The approach the-mind-is-the-milk can be inefficient compared to the progression of the disease, but even though a placebo well-meaning, what's wrong with promoting a positive belief? Because it has a negative reverse: a person who believes that maintaining optimal mood or display self-destruct tumor cells can directly influence the progression of their cancer, most likely assume it not to (have a shitty day and not wanting to fight or feeling exhausted, angry and unmotivated to do the procedure) has been in the opposite way: feeling that causes its own destruction, to blame in short, not counting the ripple effect on relatives. That is, the meanings also have their own iatrogenic ", concluded the psychologist.
But the Devil never walk only at night, even fit more perversions. Around the hospital bed huddle macabre spirits coven all those hoodlums who left as a minor party Walpurgis Night on the summit of Mount Blocksberg. They come in all shapes and colors. Healers who claim to cure cancer with his own hands, Venus steatopigic ayurveda practitioners; miraculous waters and raw food; Apostles of Reiki energy redirecting intelligent Essiac, Bach flowers, sounds magical ... A meat market of quackery. Meanwhile, the National Cancer Institute of the United States, with a budget of four billion dollars in 1800 as the world's leading dependence in cancer research, playing cat and mouse with a disease that apparently does not need more than good thoughts and well placed hands for healing. With the tranquility of the portfolio that includes land to the poor grandpa to give it to a Mona Lisa smile while in your pocket amount the poor, promising a healing-after-checkout that never arrives. Thousands of scientists worldwide are wound the bowels of the soul seeking a solution to the problem of cancer a thousand times refuted assumptions that do not end up giving answers, while others CANTAMAÑANAS many questions are left for burial with uncompromising sentencing adequacy get their hands on the desired finish extinguishing the flames of hell of the disease.
Returning to the cool sheets of the hospital, between deceit and half truths happen pat on the back, punches writing future plans in the tabula rasa of the morning, smiles rusty, wishes and wills plasticized. And "the silly and repetitive humor" spoken Hitchens, always covered with the crude pathos that she receives the youngest griposo. Until they reach the resignation and the contract. "The negotiation cancer is that, in exchange for at least a chance of a few useful years, one agrees to undergo chemotherapy and then if you have luck with that, radiation or surgery. So here's the deal: you stay a while longer, but instead we'll ask a few things. These things can include your taste buds, your concentration, your ability to digest and the hair on your head. It seems a reasonable trade. " But it also appears, from sly and contrary, the challenge gives the Scythe as long as oil and away from the romance of the struggle. Also the mortally wounded animal is delivered to the defeat and abandonment to perish in solitude under the shade of an acacia tree, there is no more passive resistance struggle. Or what is the same, the sheer resignation and "God sends."
The XXI century will be marked on the wheel of scientific history as the century of progress in the study of genetics and, especially, neuroscience. Seem to emerge in the first contours of a human being much more predictable and parcel of what we might expect. Such is the case of the same pain, because according to various studies of the Harvard Medical School published in Nature Medicine as well as those carried out by the Foundation Günenthal, "inherit the extent to which we feel pain," which shows, with data in hand, the ability to endure and suffer from various ailments we bring gift-wrapped from birth. Also occurs in the garden of neuroscience, whose results show that too green or chopped tomatoes in our complex psychology are merely the result of chemical imbalances. A whole shaker where the excess or defect of jug, flavorings and other spices determine even our ability to relate and deal with adversity, leaving the elephant graveyard of psychotherapy itself.
With these rushes, it is almost offensive, marked with the boot on the leg of the cradle to the grave, we imbibe the sexton of the parish of right with the commandments of onanism dirty optimistic. As said Milagros Pérez Oliva, behind both goodism is contained one of the major pitfalls and injustices of the correction political forces that we face without fear "to Lestrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon or" even coming into this world naked, without swords, without enough guts for this business. That is why are the preachers of the positivism of the first patent to jump ship with masts rats when they begin to burn, as did the good Yoon-Hee Choi. As many as Hitchens dawn one day end up with the hum of this passage echoes of Les Miserables that whispered: "I dreamed that my life would be / So different from this hell where I live / So different now from what it seemed / Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. " The traps are paid, Timba even hospitals.
And if there's anything that handle potter's hands all these siren vendors are the numbers. The number of books sold in the market for so-called self-help course. That he preaches not appealable to a Chinese oracle that faith can move mountains to get up twice during each talegazo to hit, you shower with care of the flowerbeds new mother of positive thinking to kill your disease ... mantras and slogans repeated until nausea resting on the shelves of bookstores waiting for a poor, pitiful lamb museum is set on them for a bit of arnica for wounds of the soul. And sometimes it happens that not only the soul. Unbridled positivism spread like a wildfire, it goes even among the fine and slow streams of medical science. With the world of pseudoscience in the making and gnawing conscience trashy Orientalism, it is not strange that even through the cracks of the oncologist's office door brew the incense smoke vented the censing of African New Age.
cancer as well write the British essayist Christopher Hitchens in an article in which Fair Vannity detailing his descent into hell of the dying, no longer is a heartbreaking disease, but a pulse. "It is even in the obituaries of those who lost the fight, as if one could reasonably say about someone who has died after a brave and long fight against mortality." Pure travesty of political correctness. So forget the short sword equally in both directions. So harmful is the excess of negative thoughts like the optimism from the truth. Thus, among the stages of denial, anger and acceptance that accompany the disease, seem to want to force fit an unbroken period of war and positive thinking. All viewed from the sidelines. And so, in retrospect, we all end up running a sort of Manolete. Things change when morlaco sneaks out the back door of the house. "Let me inform you, however, that when one is sitting in a room with other finalists, and kind people bring a bag of poison and transparent plugs into your arm and you read a book or not as the poison gets into your body, burning the image of the revolutionary soldier or was the last to appear. You feel sunk into passivity, dissolves into impotence as a lump of sugar in the water, "Hitchens added. Denying the pain and misfortune is to deny human nature. And so, glazed with a beautiful childlike positivity wall to wall with the cumbersome world of the obscene. One thing is peacock feathers in front of the little problems of everyday life and quite another to flaunt the insolence of the child who leaves him bearded face the demons and goblins of the disease. The journalist got Milagros Pérez Oliva long been the nail on the head asking the oncologist José Ramón Germá "is being repeated so that the attitude is crucial to cancer, many patients, when they feel depressed, tired or discouraged, besides feeling bad, feel guilty over of not being sufficiently optimistic, no more encouragement. Anybody can ensure that the mood is separate from what happens in the body? Could it be another manifestation of the biological process? Does not it seem unfair that message to those who can not do anything to stop being depressed? "To which the oncologist to be playing San Pantaleon said," Honestly, I must say that I had not thought about it [...] Since then, the oncologist does better than the patient has a positive attitude "Let
that the nanny you will want a wimp baby kick and stop mourn not because best for their evacuation, but because it will keep your precious alabaster fingers clean and perfumed. The genealogy of all this new psychotherapy applied to cancer brings up the jeweler meticulously psychologist Gustavo Pérez Domínguez. "With regard to the specific case of psychotherapy and its alleged health effect, more than 20 years is assumed by the general public and sometimes by some oncologists the alleged effectiveness of the same for longer life expectancy. The two great icons of this trend are the studies of Spiegel et al (1989) and Fawzy et al (1993). Coyne et al, (Psychotherapy and Survival in Cancer: The Conflict Between Hope and Evidence) reported methodological weaknesses (small sample sizes, inadequate selection of patients), errors in statistical interpretation, and finally attributed the benefit of group psychotherapy at rates abnormally negative development of cancer in the control groups (additionally collected several meta-analysis found no medical effect whatsoever) 'Botox and silicone against the passage of time. Whitewashed for moisture. Should confused reality with desire? The mere will is to health what gestures to the economy. Smoke straw. The difference is that the wishes supported solely on mental suggestion can come into conflict with the sharp bayonet reality. The very act of varnishing the patient with the tender romance of the battle and struggle as the disease progresses at breakneck speed is not only tricky, but highly damaging. We can find a scenario where the patient, unable to face the fight given the physical and emotional deterioration, opt for the guilt and self-destruction. "The approach the-mind-is-the-milk can be inefficient compared to the progression of the disease, but even though a placebo well-meaning, what's wrong with promoting a positive belief? Because it has a negative reverse: a person who believes that maintaining optimal mood or display self-destruct tumor cells can directly influence the progression of their cancer, most likely assume it not to (have a shitty day and not wanting to fight or feeling exhausted, angry and unmotivated to do the procedure) has been in the opposite way: feeling that causes its own destruction, to blame in short, not counting the ripple effect on relatives. That is, the meanings also have their own iatrogenic ", concluded the psychologist.
But the Devil never walk only at night, even fit more perversions. Around the hospital bed huddle macabre spirits coven all those hoodlums who left as a minor party Walpurgis Night on the summit of Mount Blocksberg. They come in all shapes and colors. Healers who claim to cure cancer with his own hands, Venus steatopigic ayurveda practitioners; miraculous waters and raw food; Apostles of Reiki energy redirecting intelligent Essiac, Bach flowers, sounds magical ... A meat market of quackery. Meanwhile, the National Cancer Institute of the United States, with a budget of four billion dollars in 1800 as the world's leading dependence in cancer research, playing cat and mouse with a disease that apparently does not need more than good thoughts and well placed hands for healing. With the tranquility of the portfolio that includes land to the poor grandpa to give it to a Mona Lisa smile while in your pocket amount the poor, promising a healing-after-checkout that never arrives. Thousands of scientists worldwide are wound the bowels of the soul seeking a solution to the problem of cancer a thousand times refuted assumptions that do not end up giving answers, while others CANTAMAÑANAS many questions are left for burial with uncompromising sentencing adequacy get their hands on the desired finish extinguishing the flames of hell of the disease.
Returning to the cool sheets of the hospital, between deceit and half truths happen pat on the back, punches writing future plans in the tabula rasa of the morning, smiles rusty, wishes and wills plasticized. And "the silly and repetitive humor" spoken Hitchens, always covered with the crude pathos that she receives the youngest griposo. Until they reach the resignation and the contract. "The negotiation cancer is that, in exchange for at least a chance of a few useful years, one agrees to undergo chemotherapy and then if you have luck with that, radiation or surgery. So here's the deal: you stay a while longer, but instead we'll ask a few things. These things can include your taste buds, your concentration, your ability to digest and the hair on your head. It seems a reasonable trade. " But it also appears, from sly and contrary, the challenge gives the Scythe as long as oil and away from the romance of the struggle. Also the mortally wounded animal is delivered to the defeat and abandonment to perish in solitude under the shade of an acacia tree, there is no more passive resistance struggle. Or what is the same, the sheer resignation and "God sends."
The XXI century will be marked on the wheel of scientific history as the century of progress in the study of genetics and, especially, neuroscience. Seem to emerge in the first contours of a human being much more predictable and parcel of what we might expect. Such is the case of the same pain, because according to various studies of the Harvard Medical School published in Nature Medicine as well as those carried out by the Foundation Günenthal, "inherit the extent to which we feel pain," which shows, with data in hand, the ability to endure and suffer from various ailments we bring gift-wrapped from birth. Also occurs in the garden of neuroscience, whose results show that too green or chopped tomatoes in our complex psychology are merely the result of chemical imbalances. A whole shaker where the excess or defect of jug, flavorings and other spices determine even our ability to relate and deal with adversity, leaving the elephant graveyard of psychotherapy itself.
With these rushes, it is almost offensive, marked with the boot on the leg of the cradle to the grave, we imbibe the sexton of the parish of right with the commandments of onanism dirty optimistic. As said Milagros Pérez Oliva, behind both goodism is contained one of the major pitfalls and injustices of the correction political forces that we face without fear "to Lestrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon or" even coming into this world naked, without swords, without enough guts for this business. That is why are the preachers of the positivism of the first patent to jump ship with masts rats when they begin to burn, as did the good Yoon-Hee Choi. As many as Hitchens dawn one day end up with the hum of this passage echoes of Les Miserables that whispered: "I dreamed that my life would be / So different from this hell where I live / So different now from what it seemed / Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. " The traps are paid, Timba even hospitals.
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