Help Charles Upton survive colon cancer.

Dear Friends, “Followers” and Potential Patrons:

Greetings of peace. I was recently diagnosed with a fairly early stage of colon cancer. This has not come at a good time in my life because my wife Jenny and I are also facing serious economic difficulties; due to fluctuations in the bond market our investments stopped paying nearly 2 years ago, so we have been living mostly on our savings. (There are indications that this may soon change, though of course nothing is certain.) I am also in need of extensive dental work that I can’t afford, plus some necessary home repairs, etc. etc., but it was the cancer that finally convinced me that I needed to ask for help. Now that I’ve mostly gotten beyond the shame of asking, which comes from pride, and the fear of being rejected, which comes from lack of trust, and the fear of dependency, which comes from attachment to my own plots and schemes, I have found the courage to share my needs with my friends; and with those who have expressed appreciation for the books I’ve written and my various videos; and with those others who—for one reason or another—may at least have heard of me.

After a colonoscopy discovered the tumor, I was sent for follow-up to a colorectal surgeon who turned out to have some sort of serious character flaw or mental illness, so I made no follow-up appointment. Around the same time I heard of an M.D. in a nearby town, Dr. James Roach, who practices world-class integrative medicine. When I consulted him he devised a regimen for me that includes a large number of herbs and supplements, though his main therapeutic agent is artemisia annua (see https://www.oncology.news/2018-10-31-sweet-wormwood-powerful-alternative-to-chemotherapy.html ). I took all these events as signs that I should avoid having a large percentage of my colon surgically removed, at least for now, since at the age of 75 I would certainly risk ending my effective life through such an operation, would likely no longer be able to take care of my wife Jenny whose health is also frail—and we might well lose our house. I also consulted with a more conventional physician at the Markey Cancer Center at the University of Kentucky in my home town of Lexington, who said: “Officially I have to recommend that you have the operation; nonetheless we are well aware of Dr. Roach’s interesting work; some of us at the Center have consulted him ourselves. And we are presently doing a study of artemisia annua.”

My problem is that the major elements of Dr. Roach’s regimen, by my calculation, would cost $8,916.96 out of pocket for one year. (If, after that year, I see no improvement, I will considering more conventional therapy.) Some of these supplements I can probably get from cheaper sources than the company he uses, but prices could go up and new supplements will apparently be prescribed in the future, so I will stay with that figure. And in view of other expenses we face, I’ve decided to set my GoFundMe goal at $35,000.

At my age of 75, the temptation is to say: “I’ve lived my life, lived over 7 years longer than my father did, so just let death take me”—which is really only a smokescreen to hide the feeling that “struggling to live is too hard and will force me to face and overcome too much personal darkness, so let me just take the easy way out and die.” Therefore I’ve come to the conclusion that doing what I need to let God purge me from the spiritual impurities that lie behind my disease is exactly the same thing I need to do to get ready for a good death. As for which way it will go, that’s in God’s hands.

Many of you know what I do, in my books and YouTube videos and interviews; some of you have also been in email contact with me. So if you want to make it easier on me, I hope you let me express my gratitude by using my talents to serve any needs that may present themselves to you. I am convinced that I still have some useful things to say in view of the darkness of the times, which I have dealt with in many of my videos and books. Apparently those books are known all over the world, and at least every month I get a request for another video interview, so for me to let myself die now out of pure neglect looks to me like a willful refusal of the gifts I am being given, gifts that I am apparently supposed to pass on to others. But to let me do it I need your help now, or rather God’s help through you.

Sincerely,

Charles Upton