The Game of Cancer - Understand & Escape
- Madhukar Dama
- 23 hours ago
- 10 min read
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🌅 Prologue
Cancer does not fall from the sky.
It grows slowly in the silence of our habits — in every poisoned bite, in every sleepless night, in every careless breath of polluted air.
It whispers first, then it roars.
And when its name is spoken, a game begins.
A game where families, doctors, neighbors, and industries take their places on the stage.
Each collects rewards of pity, pride, power, or profit.
The body alone pays the price.
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The Game of Cancer
Cancer is not just a disease of cells.
It is a game — a slow, brutal, layered game played by the body, by the patient, by families, by doctors, by industries, and by society.
It begins silently, grows invisibly, and when it finally arrives with a name, it pulls everyone into the play.
Everyone gets a role. Everyone gets a reward.
And only the body loses.
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The First Move: Ignorance
The game begins long before the diagnosis.
It begins with cigarettes, alcohol, and processed food.
With pesticides in fields, plastics in kitchens, toxins in air, water, and cosmetics.
With stress, sleepless nights, and bodies used as machines.
Every indulgence, every chemical, every careless choice is a move.
The body whispers: pain, fatigue, lumps, weight loss.
The whispers are ignored.
Ignorance plays the first move.
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The Second Move: Denial
Symptoms appear, but denial is louder.
“It’s nothing.”
“It will pass.”
Tests are delayed. Warnings are silenced.
Denial takes the second move.
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The Third Move: Diagnosis
Then comes the word no one wants to hear: cancer.
Fear spreads like fire.
But fear brings attention.
The patient becomes the center.
Family, doctors, neighbors — all step onto the stage.
Roles are handed out. The drama begins.
The game deepens.
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The Medical Machine
Hospitals become temples. Doctors become priests.
Scans, surgeries, chemo, radiation — the rituals of modern medicine.
Each treatment is both hope and trauma.
Industries thrive.
Hospitals bill lakhs. Pharma companies harvest billions.
Doctors gain authority. Families gain meaning.
The patient endures, and endurance is applauded.
The machine runs endlessly.
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The Family Roles
The game expands at home.
The Caretaker hovers day and night, fussing, sacrificing, and gains importance.
The Parent or Elder scolds, moralizes, and feels righteous.
The Sibling or Friend brings indulgences, distractions, and feels generous.
The Spouse becomes a martyr, abandoning self to feel noble.
The Children become silent witnesses, absorbing the story.
Each gains an ego-reward. Each sustains the game.
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The Neighbor and Society
Society too plays.
Neighbors whisper. Relatives pity.
Some call it karma. Some call it destiny.
Some use it for gossip, others for sermons.
The patient becomes story, lesson, spectacle.
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The Spiral of Complications
The body collapses under disease and treatment together.
Hair falls. Skin burns. Pain never ends.
Scans repeat. Reports worsen. Bills rise.
The game becomes heavier, crueler, but never stops.
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The Rewards of Suffering
This is the heart of the game: everyone benefits, except the body.
The patient gains pity and exemption.
The family gains pride in sacrifice.
The doctor gains authority and gratitude.
The neighbor gains gossip and comfort.
The industry gains profit.
Ego rewards sustain the game until the final act.
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The Final Rounds
For most, the game ends in tragedy.
Funerals bring more roles: grief, speeches, lessons.
“He fought bravely.”
“We tried everything.”
“She was an inspiration.”
Even death becomes a prize — to be displayed, remembered, retold.
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The Rare Escape: Awareness
Rarely, someone refuses the script.
Rarely, someone says:
“This is not fate. This is not karma. This is my creation.”
They see the roots: lifestyle, toxins, neglect.
They awaken.
And with awareness, the game begins to crack.
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The Way Out: A Holistic Path
But awareness alone is not enough.
Cancer is complex, and it demands a complete, integrated approach.
Lifestyle correction: clean food, daily movement, deep rest, balanced emotions.
Proper diet: plant-based, unprocessed, nutrient-rich, free from toxins.
Herbal support: powerful plants like Simarouba — proven to fight, suppress, and prevent cancer cell growth.
Modern interventions: when truly needed, surgery, chemo, or radiation as suggested by specialists — not as illusions of cure, but as tools within a bigger picture.
Long-term defense: lifelong use of herbs like Simarouba to prevent recurrence, stop spread, and strengthen the body where surgery and chemo leave gaps.
This is not about choosing “nature” or “science.”
It is about combining truth from both — with the patient’s awareness at the center, not the disease or the industry.
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Closing
Cancer is not just biology.
It is a game.
The patient, the family, the doctor, the neighbor, the industry — all play their parts, all collect their rewards.
The body alone pays the price.
But the game can end.
Not by denial.
Not by surrender.
Not by medicine alone.
It ends with awareness and a holistic path: a clean life, a living body, nature’s support, science’s tools, and above all, truth.
Only then does the game collapse.
Only then does life return.
Only then is freedom possible.
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🌌 Epilogue
Most cancer games end in tragedy — the hospital bills, the speeches, the funeral where people say, “We tried everything.”
But there is another ending. Rare, but real.
It begins when one refuses to be a pawn, when one sees clearly that cancer is not fate but creation, not only a disease but a signal.
It demands a complete path — lifestyle changed, food made pure, herbs like Simarouba embraced for lifelong defense, surgery or chemo taken when needed, but never mistaken for salvation.
When awareness and holistic healing join hands, the stage collapses.
The players step down.
And life, free and unburdened, begins again.
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UNDERSTAND, GET WELL & ESCAPE THE GAME OF CANCER
-- a dialogue with Madhukar
[Scene: Morning at Dr. Madhukar Dama’s off-grid homestead near Yelmadagi. Clay walls, neem and banyan trees, the smell of soil and smoke. Around him gather a small group — a Patient, his Spouse, his Mother, his Younger Brother, the Specialist Doctor, and a Neighbor. Each has come carrying fear, pride, or doubt. They sit under the banyan tree where Dr. Madhukar Dama — veterinarian, pharmacologist, drug discovery fellow, clinical trials consultant, assistant professor, lifestyle scientist, and now an off-grid healer who sees things as they are — waits in silence with a pot of cool water.]
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The Complaints & Fears
Patient: Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I was living my life. Now this word “cancer” has finished me.
Spouse: I don’t sleep, I don’t eat properly. I gave up my own life to take care of him. I scold him because without me, he won’t survive.
Mother: He is paying for his lack of discipline. This is karma. We lived simple, honest lives. He did not.
Younger Brother: Don’t think too much. What is written will happen. Better to eat sweets, laugh, and enjoy what time is left.
Specialist Doctor: Don’t waste time in philosophy. Science has the answer: surgery, chemo, radiation. Follow the protocol and trust us.
Neighbor: Everyone has cancer these days. It’s nothing new. Why make it so serious?
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The Healer’s First Mirror
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Listen to yourselves.
You, patient — call it fate to avoid looking deeper.
You, spouse — cling to worry to feel important.
You, mother — hide fear inside sermons.
You, brother — feed indulgence and call it kindness.
You, doctor — sell treatments and call it cure.
You, neighbor — shrug and call it wisdom.
Each of you plays. Each of you gains something.
Only the body loses.
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The Pushback
Patient: But Dr. Madhukar Dama, what can I do? This is written. I am cursed.
Spouse: Don’t blame me. I sacrificed everything. Without me, he would collapse.
Mother: Strictness is love. Without punishment, he will never change.
Brother: Why suffer? Better to die with taste than live in misery.
Specialist Doctor: Without modern treatment, he will be dead in months. Don’t confuse him with talk of herbs and lifestyle.
Neighbor: Why fight? Everyone is dying. This is just how it is now.
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The Healer’s Deeper Unveiling
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Cancer is not a curse. It is creation.
Years of poisoned food, polluted air, sleepless nights, chemicals in every corner — these are the seeds.
The body warned you. You ignored. The whispers became roars.
And you, family — you turn this suffering into a play.
The patient gains pity.
The spouse gains importance.
The mother gains righteousness.
The brother gains false generosity.
The doctor gains authority and profit.
The neighbor gains comfort in gossip.
All of you collect rewards while the body breaks. This is the game of cancer.
But hear this truth: modern treatment alone is not enough.
Surgery cuts, chemo burns, radiation destroys — but they cannot guarantee life.
They can remove, shrink, delay — but cancer returns if the soil of the body remains the same.
The way out is holistic:
Correct the lifestyle — food, movement, sleep, emotions.
Eat clean, plant-based, toxin-free food.
Live actively, breathe deeply, rest fully.
Use the power of herbs — especially Simarouba — nature’s weapon against cancer, lifelong, to prevent recurrence and stop spread.
And yes, when truly necessary — surgery, chemo, radiation, as advised by specialists. But never mistake them for salvation.
This is integration: nature, science, awareness — all together, with truth at the center.
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The Second Pushback
Patient: But Dr. Madhukar Dama, it is too hard. I am weak. How can I change now?
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Hard is easier than death. You are weak because you played too long. Change is the only move left.
Spouse: If I stop controlling him, he will slip completely. He needs my constant watch.
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Your control is his excuse. Walk beside him, not above him. Respect his choices.
Mother: My fear makes me harsh. I scold because I cannot bear the thought of losing him.
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Fear spoken becomes love. Fear hidden becomes poison. Speak love, not scolding.
Brother: I give him sweets because I feel helpless. I don’t know how else to show love.
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Then give him truth. Truth heals. Sweets kill. Which gift is greater?
Specialist Doctor: Patients want quick fixes. If I tell them lifestyle is the key, they leave me.
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Then you too are trapped. You feed their illusions, they feed your pride. Break free. Teach truth even if it costs you patients.
Neighbor: If what you say is true, then we are all dying slowly, pretending we are fine.
Dr. Madhukar Dama: Yes. That is the game. A grand illusion where everyone wins in ego, and all lose in body.
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The Collapse of the Game
Dr. Madhukar Dama:
Cancer is not just biology.
It is a game.
The patient plays, the family plays, the doctor plays, the society plays.
Each collects ego, profit, comfort.
The body alone pays.
But the game ends when awareness arrives.
When lifestyle is corrected.
When food is made pure.
When Simarouba is embraced as lifelong defense.
When surgery, chemo, or radiation are taken wisely, not worshipped blindly.
When family drops their masks and stands with truth.
Then the stage collapses.
Then life returns.
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The Turning Point
Patient: So the game is mine. And I can stop playing.
Spouse: I must walk beside him, not control him.
Mother: My scolding is fear. I must speak only love.
Brother: I must give strength, not poison.
Specialist Doctor: I must guide with honesty, not with illusions.
Neighbor: I must stop shrugging and start seeing.
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Closing Wisdom
Dr. Madhukar Dama:
Understand.
Get cured.
Escape the game of cancer.
That is the only path to freedom.
[The banyan tree sways. The group falls silent. For the first time, the game is gone — and what remains is the possibility of life.]
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The Game of Cancer
It doesn’t start with a diagnosis.
It starts with smoke from the cigarette.
With the bottle of liquor.
With pesticide in the rice,
plastic in the kitchen,
perfume in the air,
stress in the blood,
and sleep stolen by screens.
It starts with the chair that traps you,
the city that poisons you,
the greed that feeds you.
The first move is ignorance.
The second move is denial.
The third move is the doctor’s report.
And then the game begins.
The patient says: “Why me?”
The spouse says: “Without me, he will collapse.”
The mother says: “This is karma. He lacked discipline.”
The brother laughs: “Better enjoy than fight.”
The doctor declares: “Surgery, chemo, radiation — the only way.”
The neighbor shrugs: “Everyone has it now.”
Each voice is a mask.
Each mask is a role.
Each role is rewarded.
The patient wins pity.
The spouse wins importance.
The mother wins righteousness.
The brother wins generosity.
The doctor wins power.
The neighbor wins comfort.
The industry wins profit.
The body loses.
Hospitals buzz like factories.
Scans glow like neon advertisements.
Syringes pierce veins like receipts stamped in flesh.
Chemo drips like acid,
burns hair from the head,
skin from the face,
strength from the bones.
Radiation cooks cells
like the body is a meal to be served.
Surgery cuts.
Bills climb.
And the game continues.
Families collect their rewards.
The spouse becomes martyr.
The mother becomes preacher.
The brother becomes entertainer.
The doctor becomes savior.
The neighbor becomes gossip.
Each goes home swollen with ego.
The patient lies in bed swollen with drugs.
Pain is currency.
Attention is prize.
Suffering is theatre.
This is not imagination.
This is the smell of disinfectant.
The sigh of waiting rooms.
The silent tears of children at the hospital gate.
The blank stare of a man who sold his land for treatment.
The funeral where they whisper,
“We tried everything.”
“He fought bravely.”
“She was an inspiration.”
Even death is made into applause.
But here is the hidden truth:
the machine cannot save.
It can cut, burn, poison.
It can buy time.
It cannot change the soil of the body.
Cut the tumor, it returns.
Burn the cells, it spreads.
Poison the blood, it hides.
Because the root is still alive.
The root is lifestyle.
The root is toxins.
The root is neglect.
The root is ignorance.
The way out is not one road.
It is all roads together.
Clean food.
Clean water.
Active body.
Deep rest.
Honest emotion.
Herbs that fight back — Simarouba, lifelong, to block the spread, to stop the return.
Surgery when needed, but not worshipped.
Chemo when necessary, but not trusted blindly.
Radiation when unavoidable, but never mistaken for salvation.
Integration.
Balance.
Truth.
Most never learn.
They keep playing till the final act.
They die as pawns in other people’s theatre.
Some awaken.
Rare, but real.
They see the masks.
They drop the game.
They eat plain food.
They walk in the morning.
They rest when night comes.
They take Simarouba daily, quietly, without drama.
They let surgery cut when it must,
but they heal the soil so nothing grows back.
They live without theatre.
They die without spectacle.
They escape.
This poem is not comfort.
It is a mirror.
If you want soft words, turn away.
If you want life, look hard.
The game of cancer feeds on ignorance,
on pride,
on denial,
on profit.
It ends only with awareness.
Awareness that the stage is false,
the applause is hollow,
and the only prize worth keeping
is the body breathing free.
Understand.
Get cured.
Escape the game.
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