When I first read about last week’s health warning from the increasingly nanny-like UK press, that red meat and alcohol are likely to cause cancer, I was reminded of a joke someone told me a while back. Old couple arrive in heaven. Both at least 100 years, very thin and knackered. In heaven there is an All You Can Eat and Drink! buffet. All the angels and inhabitants of heaven are tucking in gleefully. Old man turns to old lady and says angrily, “You and your Tofu sausages,” then runs towards buffet table. In other words becoming a teetotal vegan may allow us to live longer but we will end up as joyless old farts trudging through our twilight years.
“Okay so listen Henry, when we get home, you chop the carrots, I’ll pour the wheatgrass and then we’ll get straight down to the yoga.”
Here is what I wrote for a publication recently on the matter:
(Note I have to tone it down for the grown-ups).
Millions of us imbibing carnivores are at risk of getting cancer unless we slash the levels of alcohol and red meat in our diets. A panel of world experts spent five years on an in-depth analysis of 7,000 cancer studies from around the world in order to evaluate what increases the risk of cancer and what decreases it. They concluded that people must be leaner, take more exercise, eat more whole-foods, virtually cut out alcohol, consume less red meat and eat no bacon or ham at all.
Now this made me cross. I exercise, keep my weight down, do not smoke and avoid eating barbecued food every night but I will not let anyone decide what is on my plate or in my glass, especially when the evidence appears to be very tenuous and just another data-dredge dressed up as science to control our lives.
Picture the scenario: You give up all meat and alcohol; avoid salt, sugary drinks and processed foods; you take up exercise big time. Will you live longer?
Here’s a strange thing: The average French man eats a so-called “French paradox” diet of heavy cheeses, meat, foie gras and red wine. The Swiss join them with slightly more cheese than foie gras, and an apéro that traditionally starts at 11am. Both of these countries have low heart disease statistics. This new study claims that alcohol is clearly linked to several cancers including breast cancer but acknowledges a conflict with the British Heart Foundation which found that moderate drinking can protect against heart disease. Just last year the BHF decided that alcohol, especially red wine was good for us. In other words, what’s it to be cancer or heart disease? Choose your poison.
World Radio Switzerland recently invited an expert from Ireland talking about this so-called link between diet and cancer but try as he might,Tony Johnston, the WRS interviewer could not get him to commit. Not even to the five-a-day fruit and veg maxim which has been rammed down out throats for the last few years. The expert was asked three times what we should and should not be eating. This is what he finally said. “There is no definitive proof only associated evidence.”
We are all blessed to live in an era where we are prevented from dropping dead from many ills, including just plain old age. Has anyone stopped to ask if there is a correlation between the rise in cancer cases and the fact that we are all living longer?
Before we all bow under government pressure and decide to become teetotal vegans let’s think about moderation and individual preference. A meatless diet can be delicious and healthy but is it for you? A forced life of self-denial is no good to anyone and you can bet the science and “thinking” will no doubt change again soon, maybe in the very next half hour.
My friend Claire cycles up and down the Jura on a daily basis but she also smokes two cigarettes every night after dinner. She was told that her chances of developing cancer were the same as those for a chain smoker, so she gave them up but only for a short while. “It was as if a very good friend had died,” she said.
We all have to die of something but let’s not let it be misery.
PS, Just this morning’s headline in The Telegraph read “Sunbathing can reverse ageing process”……I rest my case.
Copyright Jules Ritter November 2007
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Okay, So listen Henry when we get home – You pour the wine, I’ll cook the bacon sandwiches and we’ll watch Strictly Come Dancing together – Bliss.
I love it sis! Real LOL moment. I can see “it” runs in the family.
I love this site – it makes me laugh out loud!
How timely. I was having a discussion on the same subject with my personal trainer this morning, except the other way around. Well, I suppospe it wasn’t really a discussion. I was lecturing him on cancer and telling him that my views, which always seem to be pretty black and white (why is that, I wonder?): you abuse your mind, you create stress in the body, and you get ill. What is illness if it is not dis-ease, after all? For me it is obvious, but is that not what yoga teaches us? Take running, for example. The human body is designed to function in a certain way. If you act in accordance with that design, your machine will work well (see the studies of Nicolas Romanov, Pose Method). If you go against it, you develp problems. Yoga seeks to redress the balance by strengthening the body…but, more importantly, I would suggest, is the power of the mind to control the body. If one is at ease and can accept reality as it is, then we live free of stress. In effect, we are happy. And that is my point: happiness does not arise from the accumulation of wealth (I should know, because when I was an English teacher in Taiwan I was teaching 40 hours a week and earning a fortune – but all I did was hoard the cash!), nor from partaking of finest red wines and eating meat. Julie, underlying your argument seems to me to be the premise that eating or drinking what you like will make you happy. Now, far be it from me to lecture anyone on nutrition as my yo-yo act over the last 20 years categorically denies me the right so to do. But, I don’t think those are the thing that make any of us happy. I feel happy when I am engaged in what I am doing, connected with people, and producing good work that I am proud of and that helps people – i.e. making some kind of contribution. I feel good when I have those things present… when they are not I engage in addictive behaviour – such as compulsive eating. Or procrastination (It’s Friday and I still have not read all the reports I was supposed to plough through this week). Anyway, one good thing at least – I finished my book, which I am self publishing: From Peking to Paris. Should be in shops for Christmas!
…And how many of us are truly that good with moderation? 1 glass of good red wine will help prevent against heart disease but a bottle or more could lead to family break ups and liver failure. Some sunlight is good for lifting our spirits and getting a dose of Vitamin D – too much can lead to skin cancer. An innocent flirt with a good looking guy can be a great boost to confidence but spending the night could lead to untold heartache. Moderation is the secret to having pleasure without the pain.
Hi Adam, thanks for the comment. Actually, the underlining message is …do what is right for you….individual preference and as Vanessa put it so well, moderation rule the day. I don’t eat very much red meat because I don’t particularly like it but I love wine and so like Claire in the article I will keep my BMI to a healthy level through exercise but will not give up on my glasses of wine. I’m taking my chances and so is she. Re your book, great news. Let’s publish an extract on the site.
Hi Julie, I agree with you on that: moderation is the key. Have sent you an extract from the introduction to my book… thanks! PS what a great idea this is of yours. I know it will be a huge success for you.
The secret of eternal happiness I thought was to do everything to excess. Enjoy the moment, forget about inaugural fourier analysis and shade the world forever in Machiavellian overtones!
Be raidcal and don’t pander to the excess of ubiquitous carnivores; as laughter is the one true aphrodisiac!
Cool picture – by the way.
The secret of happiness is revealed by this quote from Einstein:
“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.”
My grandfather fought at La Somme and many other horrendous trench battles.
I wonder what his regimental dietician recommended? Following demob, he became an illegal bookmaker plying his nefarious trade in London’s docklands where pubs were opened at 06:00 for night workers. His daily intake of alcohol during a 15 hour work day was estimated at 25 bottles of Guinness with the occasional rum chaser.
His meals, apart from the Sunday roast, were fried and greasy. He died aged 87, happy but tired.
My Doctor, slightly concerned about my uric acid levels, has given me a list of food products to eat in small quantities and food products to be avoided at all cost. In the forbidden column I read “Veal, lamb, pork and meat extract. Liver, sweetbreads and kidney. Herrings, lobster, sardines, anchovies, plaice, caviar and sole. Goose. Alcohol and coffee.
It’s going to be a sad Christmas.
For the anecdote, I visited my grandfather in hospital during his last days. I asked how they were treating him. “’Andsome boy, ‘andsome. Look at this, I’ve just chosen my lunch, liver and kidneys”. He showed me the card where he had ticked the boxes. “You silly old bugger” I said, “that’s a donor’s card”.
Welcome to the site Vym and thanks for your comment – I had to look up fourier analysis! Never believe in the stats and correlation is not causation are my mottos.
I’m trying to persuade Graham to start his own blog….not because he’s always on mine (!) but because there’s an inner writer screaming to come out and a sea of untold anecdotes. Love your bit on your Grandad.
Graham sent this to me as an email:
Christ, I’ve just looked it up too, and I didn’t understand a word.
Which, as the great copywriter in the sky, David Ogilvy, once said, is a total waste of time. “Present a reader with a word they don’t understand and they’ll turn the page”.
Graham.
P.S. On the health kick, and on behalf of my girlfriend, I went into a health food store today to pick up some linseed, sesame and tahini.
It was like joining the queue at the morgue. If 50% of them made it home I’d be surprised. Then I went for my lunchtime pint to the village auberge and everyone was laughing, smiling, joking and, unfortunately smoking. But they were having fun.ouldn’t resist putting it up as a comment:
Interesting thoughts. I always agree with everybody, eat healthy, do exercise, have regular sex (now why isn’t that mentioned anywhere, did someone forget?) reduce stress by doing sophrology every day and lots of heavy breathing (oh, that was the sex, sorry I get confused easily). Then I go and eat everything I shouldn’t, have no time to exercise, get stressed and fall asleep before I remember I was about to have wild rampant sex. Have just started reading an interesting book (unfortunately in French, but I will get over it) by David Servan-Schreiber called Anticancer (he also wrote “Guerir”, I think there is an accent somewhere, so put it where you like). He says that cancer isn’t hereditary at all, and is all about life style, but that is as far as I have got. Keep it coming Jules.
Graham, your comment reminds me about the joke about the old man who goes into hospital – but I have to phone my friend jonathan to remember the punchline. I’ll be back to you on that. Great story, thanks for sharing it. Enjoy your christmas.
Sandra – you sound nice. And clever. I don’t think I can sustain reading a book in french for more than a page. Check out the work of Byron Katie – who talks about the meaning of cancer, and how to love whatever it is you have. She has video clips on her website about people with cancer, and asks them to turn around the statements they make. For example – a man comes on with cancer in his eye. His statement is “I want my cancer to stop growing.” She asks him to turn it around and restate it as “I want my cancer to keep on growing because….” and he is forced to admit to himself why he is actively growing his cancer, but for reasons that until that moment remain buried within his subconscious. One of the reasons is because he gets attention and has a story to tell people, without which he is afraid of his abject normality. She has developed a very, very interesting truth finding process. She visits her friend in hospital with cancer and as she turns to leave, her friends thanks her for her visit and tells her that she loves her. “No you don’t. The minute I don’t agree with you or don’t give you what you want, you will transfer all your negative thoughts towards me. Until you can love your cancer, you cannot love me.” Her friend cries, and Byron says it is because she is so grateful to her for having told her the truth. Strange, but true. As she says, who are we without our stories?
I think she cries because Byron is being so mean to her and she is upset and angry. I am lost for words Adam, but will check out the site before I make up my mind.
Want a view to shake complacency? Read “Save Yourself”, page 64, Time Magazine, November 26, 2007. Excerpts: “Life isn’t worth living without a couple of vices.” Something’s going to get you in the end.” “I’ll take my chaces.” We all love to feign insouciance about cancer, or to tell apocryphal stories about its apparently random nature — of some haggard two-pack-a-day smoker who lived to be 96, versus the exquisite gamine who never smoked, always used sunscreen and did yoga, but went in for a routine check up and was told she wouldn’t see her 25th birthday. But while it used to be difficult to know who would and who would not be its victims, cancer is easier to predict these days. Its causes are actually very well understood, and many types of the disease are preventable – which helps to explain why braggadocio isn’t heard in the oncology ward, a place full of regret.
Picture yourself lying in one as your dumbstruck spouse and children hover over the bed. Are you really going to tell them you’re glad that you ate the wrong foods, never set foot on a treadmill and never stopped smoking?…..of course not. But are you willing, in the meantime, to modify your behaviour? Well, I wonder.
Late last month, the World Cancer Research Fund released a report…that unambiguously spelled out the things we can do to substantially reduce the risk of getting the disease….The report should have been greeted by a global outburst of thanks…instead it has been met with either irritated silence or trite complaints. The feckless comments made to a discussion thread on the BBC news website were typical: “So the choice is, eat boring food, drink no alcohol and spend all my spare time in the gym in exchange for an extra 10 years in an old people’s home”…why is eating healthily equated with being boring when nothing is more boring than being dead? …In the end, few people will read the World Cancer Research Fund Report and act upon it…They will go on telling any one of the fairy tales that people who are committing slow suicide always tell themselves and each other: that they are happy with their choices, that they have no regrets, that when your time is up it’s all to do with the archaic cosmological notion called fate and nothing to do with you.”
Hello Larry, welcome to the site. I don’t think anyone is feigning insouciance or if they are they are incredibly stupid. I run, I don’t smoke and I have a BMI of 20.1 so by your analysis I shouldn’t ever be lying in an Oncology Ward…but life tells me another story and although I try and even my chances out as best I can, I will not be “nannyed” by government reports or scientific statistics.
I had two friends die of cancer when I was in my teens. One was my sister’s boyfriend Andrew who was one day swimming in the Aegean sea when his legs failed, he was in denial until the day he died aged 16. Duncan, was/is the brother of my friend Nick, a promising French Horn player who discovered a lump on his throat. That lump took a long time to kill him and unable to stand it any more he opened the car door and threw himself onto the road. I think these two would have something to say about fate/bad luck or would that be too apocryphal for you?
Hmmm…well Jules, I think you’ve got a point there. Apparently it does seem somewhat random. I suppose, to be perfectly rational about the whole debate (and, as you can see from my previous post, I tend to side with Larry – who has put forward a strongly worded and brilliantly forceful argument here), it is important to note that the report that was published distinguished between different types of cancer. And let us not forget the correct definition of cancer, which is the abnormal growth of cells which tend to proliferate in an uncontrolled way and, in some cases, to metastasize (spread), or that cancer is not one disease but a group of more than 100 different and distinctive diseases. As far as our debate here is concerned, the most important point of the report was its statement that two thirds of the occurences of cancer are preventable (i.e. by lifestyle changes – precisely Larry’s point) whereas one third are “apparently” more random – which is your point. But it is also possible that the cases you cite are caused by genetic conditions or maybe the result of some other lifestyle experience such as emotional trauma etc. (I remember my alternative doctor – she was a major in the Intelligence Corps and her ex-husband was the Colonel in Chief of the Gurkhas – telling me about one of her patients. She had bought her son a flying lesson for his 17th birthday, and she watched him come into land. Unfortunately the plane tipped up, and he was killed. Within a year, she was dying of leukemia – as Diana said – seeing your son killed in front of you, and blaming yourself, is enough to make your blood boil. That is what I mean by emotional trauma). Frankly, I think the debate you have sparked is interesting, and from your lifestyle choices and your wonderful BMI (must be thanks to Vanessa!) it is clear that you also agree with a healthy lifestyle. Me? I am still addicted to sugar – and no matter what I do, however long I give it up for, I eventually find myself swinging the other way (so to speak!). Perhaps the cycles are getting weaker… and I am beginning to make progress.
Adam,
I’ve missed you. So you have an addiction to sugar, so what? Could be worse, could be a lot worse. Don’t beat yourself up. I can’t live without black chocolate.
I bet if you ate an Italian diet you wouldn’t be eating the sugar – i.e., more complex carbohydrates, two bowls of pasta a day and lots of veggies should do it.
Jules, you are spot on with your dietary advice! By the way, driven by the change in my own lifestyle, from sub-urban/country commuter to city dweller, and the need to feed myself, I have found the best bircher muesli in Geneva – from the little juice bar on the corridor/ramp at the Cornavin train station – CHF 4.80 for a large pot. It also does a great plat du jour, exactly the healthy, balanced meal I like to eat. Talking of which, I can highly recommend the plat du jour at the Bagnes du Paquis – CHF 12 for a really nutritious, cancer fighting, balanced meal. Can’t beat that for value. Highly recommended. If you are gay, it is also a great pick up place apparently. Two for the price of one, alors.
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Penny Weeks said,
November 9, 2007 @ 10:06 amYou Go Girlfriend.
Have some fun when you can
Life is hard enough