It’s so frustrating isn’t it! I’ve got one in my office who won’t vax her kid because of this lunatic. Believes every word she says.I actually have a couple of friends who follow her and believe her
It’s so frustrating isn’t it! I’ve got one in my office who won’t vax her kid because of this lunatic. Believes every word she says.I actually have a couple of friends who follow her and believe her
Surely all of that breaches The Cancer Act 1939? I just wouldn't have a clue who you can report that to. Once she starts shilling her white label supplements Trading Standards may be able to use her selling alongside the claims, but as an individual, whilst it still seems like she is in breach of the Act, it isn't as clear who would act.Nosey To The Rescue.
I try really hard to not let these kinds of topics divide me from people who I get along with outside of our differences of opinion, but they’re so mislead. I’ve been listening to the conspirituality podcast which is really interesting, and talks a lot about how cult dynamics are used to recruit people in these kinds of circles. One of my friends is constantly involved in pyramid schemes just gotta keep them all at arms length I guess (they are NOT inner circle friends!) and hope they come around one day.It’s so frustrating isn’t it! I’ve got one in my office who won’t vax her kid because of this lunatic. Believes every word she says.
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I have been studying all these for years.
No you haven't, you have zero academic or professional qualifications. You don't understand research or the scientific method.
I have prepared one protocol for cancer treatment in general based on scientific literature and anecdotal reterences and many other protocols made by other alternative treatment practitioners -
No you haven't, your ability to read scientific literature has been shown again and again to be at a level that disqualifies your opinions from having any weight.
BUT this is different for EVERYONE and I am NOT advocating ANYONE to go against their health practitioners.
You constantly do exactly that, you ask people to ignore advice gleamed from millennium of manhours of research and the best you can provide is cropped screenshots from suspect sources.
As far as my knowledge goes,
Not very far
I understand that all the items I have kept in my protocol have deep scientific bases.
Aside from the fact you mixed up 'bases' and 'basis', your thinking isn't deep you are not a scientist nor are you a lawyer nor anything else of note, even your motherly duties are limited now that your kids decided to live elsewhere.
First of all, our target is to hold the disease in a static state, then go for cure or management.
Ellie, you've achieved absolutely nothing in your life and you know your entire existence is based on the lies you spout and now you expect us to believe you can cure cancer? You are a cancer on society and you know it.
The MLM stuff is definitely just as frustrating. I know people who seem to finally realise 'X' MLM was all a bit of a con and they were never going to make money, and had really bad predatory behaviour, and finally leave. You have this happiness for them, then a couple weeks later they are signed up to another and are completely incapable of seeing the exact same model set up just using different words. It's scary to see how easily led grown adults who seem sensible can be!I try really hard to not let these kinds of topics divide me from people who I get along with outside of our differences of opinion, but they’re so mislead. I’ve been listening to the conspirituality podcast which is really interesting, and talks a lot about how cult dynamics are used to recruit people in these kinds of circles. One of my friends is constantly involved in pyramid schemes just gotta keep them all at arms length I guess (they are NOT inner circle friends!) and hope they come around one day.
live with their dad & his new gf.Evening! I’ve not logged onto this for a while and had a break from her because all her shite was driving me insane. Anyway…..where have her children disappeared to? What have I missed?!
wow. Thanks for clarifying! Xlive with their dad & his new gf.
I need to run through and add all the commenters on her posts to the page. Too tired today but I’ve a long boring phone meeting tomo so I’ll do it then.
I noticed one of my friends (not a nursing/medical friend) was following her & decided to have a conversation with her about it. Luckily, she wasn’t *too* far down the the Ellie rabbit hole to be pulled out.I actually have a couple of friends who follow her and believe her
I’m going to show her bleep posts to one of our oncologists this week. Let’s see if he agrees with her ‘advice’ …..View attachment 865491
I have been studying all these for years.
No you haven't, you have zero academic or professional qualifications. You don't understand research or the scientific method.
I have prepared one protocol for cancer treatment in general based on scientific literature and anecdotal reterences and many other protocols made by other alternative treatment practitioners -
No you haven't, your ability to read scientific literature has been shown again and again to be at a level that disqualifies your opinions from having any weight.
BUT this is different for EVERYONE and I am NOT advocating ANYONE to go against their health practitioners.
You constantly do exactly that, you ask people to ignore advice gleamed from millennium of manhours of research and the best you can provide is cropped screenshots from suspect sources.
As far as my knowledge goes,
Not very far
I understand that all the items I have kept in my protocol have deep scientific bases.
Aside from the fact you mixed up 'bases' and 'basis', your thinking isn't deep you are not a scientist nor are you a lawyer nor anything else of note, even your motherly duties are limited now that your kids decided to live elsewhere.
First of all, our target is to hold the disease in a static state, then go for cure or management.
Ellie, you've achieved absolutely nothing in your life and you know your entire existence is based on the lies you spout and now you expect us to believe you can cure cancer? You are a cancer on society and you know it.
You know what to do then……..Anyone on here on girlsmouth on Facebook? There’s currently a post on vaccinations and people are coming out recommending Ellie and her ‘truths’
i know a few people who follow her and i actually had an open discussion with one of them mainly about troofers and anti vax movement etc (which the person i know actually isn’t that kind of person they are just open to living a cleaner lifestyle as such so i guess some things Liey posts would appeal to her in terms of homeopathy etc) so i mentioned Liey and just how a lot of her tit is contradictory and doesn’t add up therefore I can see through it and can see how dangerous she is….said person i know actually said to me ‘tit yeah now you say it, this and that doesn’t make sense’ so i guess just voicing some logic can make a difference!!It’s so frustrating isn’t it! I’ve got one in my office who won’t vax her kid because of this lunatic. Believes every word she says.
This is beautiful Felix.Sending masses of love to you xSo my dear old mum died last week in hospital. Beeba you old hag there wasn't a single smiling assassin in a white coat anywhere. Just 3 consultants discussing how to make her last days comfortable. No empty wards, no tik tok and no hushed discussions on the depopulation agenda. My wife is a nurse and she tells me how mad it is but if you're not NHS then it comes as a shock when you see it first hand. Plenty of tea, toast and care for all of us in a side room they had somehow found for mum. The final indignation was we didn't have to argue to have covid removed from her death certificate, because it wasn't there. It just says stroke and heart disease which, funnily enough is what killed her. The poem below is for my mum.
Mum
Lots of people have great mums, but I think mine was better.
Like when you searched a dozen shops for a black and red striped sweater.
A present for my 10th birthday, a huge smile on your face.
I probably looked a right nobhead, but you said I looked “ace”
Remember mum, those chemicals you got from your friend Stan?
To make a weakened gunpowder I think that was my plan.
No Google then to help me out, so quantities uncertain.
And I blistered all the paintwork and set fire to a curtain.
You looked at me and shook your head and I thought “this is bad”
You shook your head again and said “I’ll pacify your dad”
Even then when dad came in he just said “oh my god”
“well you can rub the paintwork down you silly little sod”
Calls received at 4 am are often not good news.
I scramble in the darkness for my trousers and my shoes.
I grab my keys, tie my laces and gently stir my wife.
“its mum” I said “the hospital, they think its end of life”
Remember mum in Anglesey we were laughing on the floor.
Because our youngest brother trapped his bottom in the door.
You couldn’t help yourself and laughed, but didn’t let him see.
Just picked him up and kissed him and put him on your knee.
The doctor called us to his room and we knew bad news would follow.
No sugar coating for this pill and the pill was hard to swallow
No talk of depopulation, or doctors financial gain
Just 3 consultants talking to minimise mum’s pain.
“its ok nana, its just the nurse come to check again”
“shes got a small injection to help you with the pain”
My niece is sat beside her, shifting in her chair
Talking gently to her and stroking Nanas hair
Remember us at Christmas mum, perfection was your aim
But as we all got older you said it didn’t feel the same.
Then “13 bloody grandkids” , dad said “what a pain”
But really you both loved it as it was Christmas all again.
A gentle nock, the door opens “its only me again”
“ive got a small injection to help you with your pain”
My niece looks up to her and says “I think my nanas gone”
She slowly nods and quietly leaves and the nurses work is done.
A million happy memories mum, a thousand things to say
We were all beside you as you slowly slipped away
I close my eyes and see that sweater, and the smile upon your face
I probably looked a nobhead mum, but you said I looked “ace”
Crying. Your Mum would’ve loved to have read those wordsSo my dear old mum died last week in hospital. Beeba you old hag there wasn't a single smiling assassin in a white coat anywhere. Just 3 consultants discussing how to make her last days comfortable. No empty wards, no tik tok and no hushed discussions on the depopulation agenda. My wife is a nurse and she tells me how mad it is but if you're not NHS then it comes as a shock when you see it first hand. Plenty of tea, toast and care for all of us in a side room they had somehow found for mum. The final indignation was we didn't have to argue to have covid removed from her death certificate, because it wasn't there. It just says stroke and heart disease which, funnily enough is what killed her. The poem below is for my mum.
Mum
Lots of people have great mums, but I think mine was better.
Like when you searched a dozen shops for a black and red striped sweater.
A present for my 10th birthday, a huge smile on your face.
I probably looked a right nobhead, but you said I looked “ace”
Remember mum, those chemicals you got from your friend Stan?
To make a weakened gunpowder I think that was my plan.
No Google then to help me out, so quantities uncertain.
And I blistered all the paintwork and set fire to a curtain.
You looked at me and shook your head and I thought “this is bad”
You shook your head again and said “I’ll pacify your dad”
Even then when dad came in he just said “oh my god”
“well you can rub the paintwork down you silly little sod”
Calls received at 4 am are often not good news.
I scramble in the darkness for my trousers and my shoes.
I grab my keys, tie my laces and gently stir my wife.
“its mum” I said “the hospital, they think its end of life”
Remember mum in Anglesey we were laughing on the floor.
Because our youngest brother trapped his bottom in the door.
You couldn’t help yourself and laughed, but didn’t let him see.
Just picked him up and kissed him and put him on your knee.
The doctor called us to his room and we knew bad news would follow.
No sugar coating for this pill and the pill was hard to swallow
No talk of depopulation, or doctors financial gain
Just 3 consultants talking to minimise mum’s pain.
“its ok nana, its just the nurse come to check again”
“shes got a small injection to help you with the pain”
My niece is sat beside her, shifting in her chair
Talking gently to her and stroking Nanas hair
Remember us at Christmas mum, perfection was your aim
But as we all got older you said it didn’t feel the same.
Then “13 bloody grandkids” , dad said “what a pain”
But really you both loved it as it was Christmas all again.
A gentle nock, the door opens “its only me again”
“ive got a small injection to help you with your pain”
My niece looks up to her and says “I think my nanas gone”
She slowly nods and quietly leaves and the nurses work is done.
A million happy memories mum, a thousand things to say
We were all beside you as you slowly slipped away
I close my eyes and see that sweater, and the smile upon your face
I probably looked a nobhead mum, but you said I looked “ace”
In floods reading this. Just lovely. Am so very sorry for your sad loss Felix, your mum was clearly much loved... and she sounds "ace".So my dear old mum died last week in hospital. Beeba you old hag there wasn't a single smiling assassin in a white coat anywhere. Just 3 consultants discussing how to make her last days comfortable. No empty wards, no tik tok and no hushed discussions on the depopulation agenda. My wife is a nurse and she tells me how mad it is but if you're not NHS then it comes as a shock when you see it first hand. Plenty of tea, toast and care for all of us in a side room they had somehow found for mum. The final indignation was we didn't have to argue to have covid removed from her death certificate, because it wasn't there. It just says stroke and heart disease which, funnily enough is what killed her. The poem below is for my mum.
Mum
Lots of people have great mums, but I think mine was better.
Like when you searched a dozen shops for a black and red striped sweater.
A present for my 10th birthday, a huge smile on your face.
I probably looked a right nobhead, but you said I looked “ace”
Remember mum, those chemicals you got from your friend Stan?
To make a weakened gunpowder I think that was my plan.
No Google then to help me out, so quantities uncertain.
And I blistered all the paintwork and set fire to a curtain.
You looked at me and shook your head and I thought “this is bad”
You shook your head again and said “I’ll pacify your dad”
Even then when dad came in he just said “oh my god”
“well you can rub the paintwork down you silly little sod”
Calls received at 4 am are often not good news.
I scramble in the darkness for my trousers and my shoes.
I grab my keys, tie my laces and gently stir my wife.
“its mum” I said “the hospital, they think its end of life”
Remember mum in Anglesey we were laughing on the floor.
Because our youngest brother trapped his bottom in the door.
You couldn’t help yourself and laughed, but didn’t let him see.
Just picked him up and kissed him and put him on your knee.
The doctor called us to his room and we knew bad news would follow.
No sugar coating for this pill and the pill was hard to swallow
No talk of depopulation, or doctors financial gain
Just 3 consultants talking to minimise mum’s pain.
“its ok nana, its just the nurse come to check again”
“shes got a small injection to help you with the pain”
My niece is sat beside her, shifting in her chair
Talking gently to her and stroking Nanas hair
Remember us at Christmas mum, perfection was your aim
But as we all got older you said it didn’t feel the same.
Then “13 bloody grandkids” , dad said “what a pain”
But really you both loved it as it was Christmas all again.
A gentle nock, the door opens “its only me again”
“ive got a small injection to help you with your pain”
My niece looks up to her and says “I think my nanas gone”
She slowly nods and quietly leaves and the nurses work is done.
A million happy memories mum, a thousand things to say
We were all beside you as you slowly slipped away
I close my eyes and see that sweater, and the smile upon your face
I probably looked a nobhead mum, but you said I looked “ace”