Why Ms Raccoon is howling at the biggest moon since the year she was born and taking no prisoners.

by Anna Raccoon on November 15, 2016

Other than a couple of days last week, I have been in hospital for the past three weeks. First Sepsis, then the effects of the attempts to cure me of that. I am now the original Christmas Turkey – being fattened up so that I can die comfortably of the cancer. The irony is not lost on me.

Last Tuesday, I sat in a wheelchair in the hospital, waiting for a bed to come free.  Unable to stand or walk, unable to move from facing the wall in front of which I had been put, unable to reach the bottle of water which was in a bag behind the chair, and in gob smacking pain, pain at a level of which I had no idea existed…

The TV behind me was on loop with the headlines every fifteen minutes. I couldn’t see the faces, but I could hear the voices. The world was spontaneously combusting; Corbynista babies were having their names put down for Dignitas not Eton; media leviathans were mopping their tears and, voices choking with emotion, announcing that democracy had gone terribly, irretrievably, life threateningly – wrong.

Hillary Clinton packed her bags and said good-bye to the caucus,

Off she went with a Trumpety-trump, Trump! Trump! Trump!

©Anna Raccoon (since someone has enquired!)

Interspersed with this earth shattering, apocalyptic, termination of civilised existence – was the Henriques report.

I learnt, as I sat on a shattered and bloody bowel, on a bone hard wheelchair (do not try this at home children) waiting for a horizontal surface in the ‘envy of the world’ that:

‘Victims’ and ‘Survivors’ had magically morphed back into ‘claimants’. Not even a capital ‘C’.

Allegations were to be investigated before letting the media loose on the reputations of innocent men and women.

Liz Dux had crept out the door and sidled off to ignominy where she couldn’t further damage the reputation of Slater & Gordon.

Hogan-Howe’s one year extension contract will terminate in three months – just as soon as everyone has thrown rotten eggs at him.

IICSA has ditched the Savile Inquiry; the Janner Inquiry; and will spend their £110 million budget over which no one has oversight, as they choose, when they choose, if they choose.

Lol Goddard is happily chuckling to herself in New Zealand and laughing at the preposterous Mrs Balls talking bollocks while her husband lumbers round the dance floor like an out of control dustcart – entertaining the plebs.

Even with my condition being as it was – I can but laugh uproariously. Passers-by must think I am nuts.

You see, I have spent five years now, keeping my mouth shut. Only Jonathan King and my husband are aware of just how tightly I have been wound into the entire shebang. Not because I am ‘clever’ or even ‘brilliant’, which I am neither, but because of who I am, and what I am, and an entire network of people from my past who had reason to trust me. I have ended up being the confidant of more celebrity names than you could shake a hat at; of policemen and forensic computer experts – and even, God help me – in the end, of ‘Survivors’ and ‘Victims’. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, and do nothing more than pass them along the correct path at the back of Raccoon Towers – and write 1,000 odd words every day or so on whatever came to mind to keep the AR show on the road. It has been the most extraordinary juggling act, a monumental strain and an exercise in keeping your mouth shut in the face of daily provocation, and all conducted against a background of terminal cancer. Do excuse me if I seem a tad irritable at times….

On Tuesday, it came to an end. I was free. Need never re-open Anna Raccoon again, can slip quietly into the twilight of my life. No fuss, no bother.

However.

On Tuesday, various people finally woke up to the fact that Kat Ward had published another book in August – ‘Victim Zero’.

Two of them pride themselves on being the ultimate experts on Savile, all things Duncroft, and keeper of the Holy celebrity flame.

They both started life as commentators on my blog, but have subsequently established their own home base, quietly nicking several ideas, and phrases.

One of them, Moor Larkin, I have expressed some admiration for in the past; his positively autistic ability to worry away at the same loose thread for hours, days and weeks, has actually come up with some useful information. Since Friday night he has lost every brownie point I ever awarded him.

The other one, rabbitaway, I have never had an ounce of respect for. She is a useful idiot.  She fell out with me over her foul-mouthed habit of sending round robbin e-mails littered with anglo-saxon language into my inbox and also that of several working barristers in chambers. She took great exception to being asked to desist. She took further umbrage when, on sending me an e-mail telling me ‘it wouldn’t hurt me to support the Savile family more’, it transpired that I also spoke fluent anglo-saxon and was just in the mood to take her head off verbally and ever so neatly at the shoulders. We have never spoken since.

She went off and established her own blog. So be it. The rift occurred just as I fell ill again, and simultaneously suffered a rift with the Savile family – a vital piece of information that I could have encompassed in what I was doing, had been decided too toxic to share, which left me temporarily embarrassed.  I understand the whys and the wherefores now, and have long since healed the rift. Quietly, not publicly. There was neither need nor point in continuing to write about Savile – he had been appointed poster boy for a juggernaut called ‘there’s a paedophile under every bed’ and nothing was going to change that. Too many vested interests, too far down the rabbithole.

The Savile family have my undiluted admiration for the dignity with which they have conducted themselves, against a tsunami of allegations and prurient speculation of the most intimate kind – of their brother, their uncle, their flesh and blood – even from money grabbing members of their own family; it has been death by a thousand cuts for them from the most painful, twisted, jagged, dentated, knives that cyber anonymity could conjure up.

They are real people. Flesh and Blood. They have real lives, births, deaths, marriages, illnesses that have had to be subsumed beyond the fact that their family name had now become synonymous with the most heinous evil. No hiding behind an avatar and nickname for them – not even to collect their dry cleaning.

Think about that for a moment. They have done nothing to deserve what has happened to them. Not that anyone cared.

I will include Barbara Hewson in that admiration too – she also has stood proud, in her own name, and been subjected to intolerable interference in her working and private life – for holding to the concept of innocent until proven guilty. Good Lord! That a Barrister should hold such a concept dear!  Oh, I nearly forgot – and having the sheer temerity to suggest that we might have a debate concerning the age of consent…

Sadly rabbitaway appears to have a messiah complex. As she postured and pranced across cyber space, talking herself into a belief that she was an expert on Duncroft, Savile and all points in between, she rarely entered the periphery of my vision – the pouting princess had taken all the usual cyber steps of disapproval, blocking me on Twitter (thank God!) using my material but never linking back to me (Good!); I’m surprised that we didn’t have ‘block Anna Raccoon’ wristbands; at one point chairing a meeting with a reformed crack addict, an out of work car mechanic, and a selection of cyber characters and declaring that she was offering herself to the Nat West Bank as arbiter of the Savile claims. I nearly fell off my chair laughing.

Sometime on Friday night, she ceased to be a joke, or rather became the sickest joke in existence, and is now the reason this post is being written.

By God I will take no prisoners.

The prattling prima donna rabbitaway has finally woken up to Kat Ward’s latest abysmal opus. Do keep up Ducky.

Kat, in the face of mounting legal expenses, is yet again re-adjusting her story to fit with proven facts.  This time she is covering her court case with Freddie Starr. She has declared her ever dying love, ‘crush’ and lifelong admiration for Susan who gave evidence against her weird and wonderful story of the 75th man in her short life who had said she had small tits.

Well, that caused some cackling in Raccoon Towers, I can tell you.

In order to give evidence; Susan had to declare her real identity. Unlike “Miss C” who had been raked up, much against her better will, to bolster Kat’s tale of pubic hairs being removed at what may or may not have been the same event – who was a ‘protected witness’, allegedly terrified of reprisals from the army of the insane that follow the VIP abuse circuit; from the exposure of her past to her family and friends; from the destruction of her carefully rebuilt life as a good and honest citizen…da dum, da dum, ad nauseum and in recognition of all that, she shall, by order of the court, remain “Miss C” From now to eternity. (Yeah, but we know who you are, don’t we tweetie-pie?)

Susan, and I, had no such protection. We were dastardly individuals daring to doubt the word of a multi-time fraudster, proven liar, and need I go on? We must be named and shamed at every opportunity.

Susan’s evidence, (accompanied by every possible occasion being taken to ensure she was identifiable) was no random event.  It took hours, it was a line by line hermeneutic examination of every word that Susan had authorised to be put on my blog. There were no ‘off-piste’ questions. Every question posed had appeared and been answered on this blog.

You’d have known that, turnip brain, if you’d been there. You’d have known it if you’d stumped up £900 for a transcript – but you didn’t, of course. You rolled up on the last day – but there you are now, an expert on the Freddie Starr case. Voila!

You have no idea what it is like to be publicly identified on the internet – on the wrong side of an argument. Total strangers sit down and write the most incredible, unbelievable lies about you. They make up fantastical tales of how you are transgendered, with full details of the surgery in Tunisia; or an MI5 agent; they track down your former colleagues, your former employers, your family, your friends. They steal pictures of you and transform them into monsters. One sent me an e-mail every effing day for three years saying ‘Aren’t you dead yet’ – charming when you are in the middle of chemotherapy. They post disgusting items through the post. They do because they can. (And when you live in France, you have to go through Interpol. Ever tried phoning Interpol to report a turd in your post? Neither have I! What is the point?) They are the cyber army of the insane, and you just have to do your best to ignore them.

Until Kat’s book appeared, there was no mention of Susan’s full name anywhere. It didn’t appear in the judgement**** (see addendum) nor did mine. Nobody else had picked up on the reference. Susan had been spared all that, thank God – she lives alone, a very respectable and happy life built up over 50 years; she had chosen to put it all at risk for the sake of telling the truth.

Truth backed up by a trunk load of documents. Acht! Sorry, you didn’t know about that either, did you – your cohort Moor did, but you were too untrustworthy and gossipy to be included. Moor is ‘building a database’ of the documents apparently, swotting away over his computer. Only Andrew Rosthorn had the good sense to pay for his own petrol, drive to Susan’s house and photograph every last document. Old fashioned respect for facts, you see. Thank you Andrew.

Unbeknown to you all, there was a sense of urgency, as you will see.

So now you have your hands on Kat’s new book – and it gives Susan’s full name. Wheee! A new bone for you to pick over. Yap, yap!

Two little cyber puppies wagging your stumpy tails with excitement. You  can show off your knowledge by using her full name, over and over again. Kat Ward has named her – why not you? You and Moor can discuss Savile’s non-existent masturbatory habits – why not? Are you not the keepers of the eternal flame and the ultimate obsessive fact diggers?

And so, you prattling pair of pretentious posturing pygmies, you gave yourself permission from behind your cyber names to speculate, based on that inveterate liar Kat Ward’s rendition of the court case, to start the process by which Susan will be exposed to the speculation, as I have been, of her neighbours, friends, nurses….

Did I say nurses? Yep. What you two obsessive corpse twiddling know nothings don’t know, is that Susan, like me, is in her final days of terminal cancer. So far she has lost part of her left leg, has a large hole in her pelvis that used to contain bits and pieces that held her upright, tumours growing in her bones – and that is the most painful version of cancer that you can have – bone is unyielding. It has invaded her lungs – about the only thing that beautiful girl, who has more truth, honesty and courage in her toenail clippings than you two and a hundred like you, hasn’t lost – is her sense of humour.

Neither of us know what tomorrow may bring – and as for the day after, we don’t even think about it. Since I am in the same mental space as her, we have howled laughing this morning, to the consternation of both our nurses. Hundreds of miles apart, but on the same wave length.

Other people, cyber strangers, will dissect and discuss her on the internet. They will speculate, and the nonsense will accumulate. That cannot be stopped now. Thanks to you two drawing attention to that bloody book and her full name. I can forgive, if not forget, the army of the insane that will now pick up and repeat Susan’s name and every last detail of that turgid book that had only sold 9 copies.

But you two? Two of the few people who claim to be on the side of the falsely accused? You are beneath contempt. Coming from you two it has finally tipped me over the edge.

I have spent the day dreaming up imaginative back stories for you Moor, or should I say David H. and you, rabbitawayendlessly aka Mary T. I know your full names and addresses; I chose not to identify you further right now.

Your new backstories are all cobblers of course, no more a word of truth than the stuff that has been written about me over the years. Or Jimmy Savile, come to that. Pretty lurid stuff. I’m particularly proud of my efforts for Mary. That deformed labia was a stroke of genius. All rubbish.

That won’t matter when your children’s friends look at Facebook, or you want a new job, or perhaps you get cancer and need the support of your community.

‘Cos let me tell you from experience – at least half the people who read it, will believe it.

Welcome to our world.

One more effing word out of the pair of you, one last remaining hair (sorry Susan, couldn’t resist that one!) trembled on Susan’s head, one iota of worry or distress caused to her – and even Mr G ‘old tin can fingers’ himself knows where to find the ‘destruct button’.

That is a threat. A direct and heartfelt threat. So feel free to call the police. Tell them we’ll need a fully equipped ambulance each – and they’d better hurry up. With any luck we’ll land up in the same police station – and we can give each other a last hug.

We’re taking bets on which of us will go first.

A plague on all your houses.

  • ****Edited to add – I am reliably informed that Susan’s full name does appear once in the judgment. Just goes to prove that no one ever reads original documents – they take their news from the internet or the dead tree press.
FrankH November 15, 2016 at 8:50 pm

Welcome back Anna, and in such fine form.

I don’t know, as you don’t know, how much longer we’ll have the pleasure of your company but I, for one, will cherish the time we have left. I wish I could say it better, I’m sorry I don’t have your way with words. 🙁

Joe Public November 15, 2016 at 9:19 pm

Me too.

Don Cox November 16, 2016 at 11:39 am

“Not because I am ‘clever’ or even ‘brilliant’, which I am neither”

Yes you damn well are.

What a relief to know that you are still alive. Love and best wishes to you and to Mr G.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 12:12 pm

What a relief to know that you are still alive.

Not a sentiment shared by the entire world on this fine morning! Or in ‘Birtspeak’…..

‘Stakeholders currently find the route to sustainable empathy towards the emotional fragility of others challenging if not blocked’.

Wigner's Friend November 16, 2016 at 12:54 pm

It may not be a sentiment shared by the entire world, but it is shared by me. Take care of yourself. I must add my thoughts are also with Mr G who must be suffering too with all that you are going through. My thoughts are with you both.

English Pensioner November 16, 2016 at 9:35 pm

My thoughts exactly.

Jim McLean November 15, 2016 at 9:04 pm

If I was an NHS Chief Executive I would be thanking my lucky stars for those mysterious Moor Larkins and Rabbitaways…they certainly helped take the focus off the shitty service that seems to have been given to Anna and people in similar situations!!
Anna – a delight to have you back.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 7:46 am

“Shitty service” comes nowhere near to covering it- from the little I have heard . Milder men than G would be forgiven for going postal in the ward staff room with a nail gun and a lump hammer.

John Marsh November 15, 2016 at 9:09 pm

I must say Anna you lost me in this post. I notice that in point 39 of the judge’s summary of the civil trial of Freddie v Karin the name is given. No idea if correct but Susan is given a surname.

Anna Raccoon November 15, 2016 at 9:45 pm

Indeed. But nobody ever reads judgments. They read newspaper headlines and blogs.

That is different from two people who should have known better treating her as a new bone to gnaw on.

Try being in our position and see how the world looks through our eyes.

Æ November 15, 2016 at 9:14 pm

There is a line in Masonic Ritual which refers to the passing of a good man.
“He lived respected, and died regretted”.

This has to be said, with the correct pronoun, about you, after you are gone. I pray for you.

I am inspired by your work. Thank you.

Æ

Helen November 15, 2016 at 9:19 pm

Brava.

You have my utmost admiration not only for your writing but for your determination in the face of a battle that would have seen most of us off a long time ago.

Eric November 17, 2016 at 8:56 am

A powerful piece isn’t it? You said all that needs to be said. Get well Anna x.

John Bull November 15, 2016 at 9:36 pm

Anna,
You had my chums and I very worried. Welcome back.

gareth November 15, 2016 at 9:42 pm

God Bless You Anna, and thank you for your blog 🙂

Ajay November 15, 2016 at 10:39 pm

So sorry Anna, that you are having to deal with this rubbish and so sorry for your good friend too. May you still have a few laughs together.

You must be Joe King November 15, 2016 at 10:46 pm

My goodness, madam – what a living legacy you are creating! Journey well.

Lizzie Cornish November 15, 2016 at 10:46 pm

Superb, Anna…and under such duress too.

You have my utmost respect….and thanks too, for all that you have done in the past, all that you continue to do to blow this nightmare apart and let the Truth be seen.

I would do anything to magic you better, but please know that many people out here think about you a lot and hold you close in our thoughts.

Take THAT, David and Mary, with very big bells on, from Anna The Extraordinary…

Sending you loads of love
Lizzie xx

Chromatistes November 15, 2016 at 10:57 pm

Anna, I too am in awe of your achievements in this blog. So many ups and downs, recounted with British wit and self-deprecating humour. Were it possible to email a viaticum, one would now be sitting in your Inbox.A hug from Flatland!

Anna Raccoon November 15, 2016 at 11:00 pm

That sent me scuttling for Google. Viaticum. Can you knit me one?

carol42 November 15, 2016 at 11:05 pm

So glad to see you back Anna, I was really worried and sorry you have been so ill again. My respect for you and for Susan has no limits, unlike the others, the truth shone out of Susan’s statement. What you have done on this blog has been wonderful and we all appreciate it and will miss it so much. I hope there is an afterlife and you and Susan can have a great time, maybe join you one day though so far so good with me!
Love and a Hug
Carol xx

Anna Raccoon November 15, 2016 at 11:09 pm

Until you end up in this situation, you do not realise how much humour is around. I have spent the past week on a ward with ladies all at the same stage. We never stopped laughing. The black humour is extraordinary.

carol42 November 15, 2016 at 11:25 pm

Very true Anna, it was the same the I was in hospital, you need that black humour to get by. My young cousin who died last January was the same right up to the end as was Carol, Lysistrata. I have shared the wonderful black humour with so many friends I have lost and know that so far I have been very lucky, but its always lurking when I go for a scan. Maybe kindred spirits are drawn to each other.
Carol xx

Owen November 15, 2016 at 11:27 pm

I’m sorry you have had to go through what you have. It’s a very rough hand to be dealt and I wish you the strength that will allow you to continue playing it with the determination you’ve shown so far. I respect that determination but I’m glad that you’ve finally decided to offer us some transparency and some insight into the purpose of this blog. You’ve held others to a high standard as far as disclosure of interest is concerned. There’s quite some distance still to go beyond that acknowledgment of your collaboration with Jonathan King, and others. The ball is in your court. You’re not a shurker.

Anna Raccoon November 15, 2016 at 11:32 pm

Thank you Owen. Most gracious from you.

The ‘purpose’ of this blog was to entertain myself whilst I was in France back in 2009. I didn’t speak much French, it was a means of communicating with the English speaking world.

That all changed in October 2011. Are you saying you had no idea that I had been collaborating with Jonathan KIng for at least three years? Crikey – I have detailed every lunch and every meeting on here…..

Keith Walters November 16, 2016 at 5:47 am

Oh good; most of the day I’ve been getting a “404 No such URL message” from this page.
Such was the tone of the post I was afraid it was a sign you might have decided to pull the shutters down on this site early:-(
I sent you an email, and that didn’t bounce, so there was renewed hope, and sure enough here you are!
I hope you can at least get some light relief with the dramatic rate at which the paedo-industry is rapidly coming unglued:-)

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 6:30 am

Easily explained. AT 10.30 last night, I received the following e-mail – it was just one more layer in the hysteria!

Anna,
The server hosting annaraccoon.co.uk requires emergency maintenance which will be started Tuesday, November 15 by 12:30pm MT. You can expect approximately 30-90 minutes of downtime during the maintenance window.
Although this maintenance is urgent, we do plan for these types of events and will be following a clearly outlined procedure to mitigate any potential problems. We fully expect everything to be up and running properly once the maintenance completes.
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El Coyote November 16, 2016 at 10:26 pm

Good old Bluehost. Gave me a bit of a turn too, so I’m glad to see you back, for however long you’re able to stay.

Peter Whale November 16, 2016 at 8:06 am

Hi Anna glad to see you back and in fine form. Give them hell girl there is nothing as bad as a past confidant turncoat. I have always admired your restraint in keeping privillaged information quiet,which I knew you must have had.
I had no idea of the extent of invective you have endured.
Keep taking the pills as your return is an early Christmas present for me.
Best wishes and keep laughing.

windsock November 16, 2016 at 9:10 am

Well, Anna, what a diatribe. I do love the smell of retribution and furious, righteous anger in the morning, I was wondering why I had seen less of Moor Larkin’s comments in the recent past…

Anywho, tempus fugit and none of us knows when any of us will see each other again. You talk of “Need never re-open Anna Raccoon again” and “Neither of us know what tomorrow may bring – and as for the day after, we don’t even think about it”. If the situation occurs that you are unable to post again, I just wish to tell you that you have been brilliant reading – funny, provocative, informative and even at times infuriating. I have enjoyed your every post, for those reasons and I shall miss them if they do not continue.

Just as I shall miss many of the commenters here, who are as insightful, witty and provocative as yourself.

Don’t worry, I’m not writing you off – you have proven yourself a doughty survivor. But shit happens.

And as for black humour – my time spent temporarily at a hospice showed me that approaching death brings out the best in everyone. We really should treat every day like we think it will be our last. We might all get along so much better.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 10:28 am

We really should treat every day like we think it will be our last. We might all get along so much better.

Hear, hear. Absobloodylutely. If only.

Mudplugger November 16, 2016 at 10:38 am

Echo.

Keith Walters November 16, 2016 at 10:45 am

“Anywho, tempus fugit ”
Yeah, that’s what I say: “FUGIT!!”

windsock November 16, 2016 at 9:18 am

Moderated… but I think I know why…

JimS November 16, 2016 at 9:48 am

You’re the best Anna.

May you be free of pain.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 10:29 am

Fentanyl. Wonderful stuff. Works like a dream.

Mzungu November 16, 2016 at 10:44 am

This is a bit morbid, and selfish, but have you thought of writing your own obituary and getting Mr G. to post it when the time comes?

Nothing like going out with a (virtual) bang.

And if we were informed about it ahead of time, in the intervening period it would save us all from the nerve-wracking periods when nothing gets posted and we’re wondering if maybe, this time…

Peace (no, really).

Teapot November 16, 2016 at 11:45 am

Just to simply say, Thank You Anna.

Radical Rodent November 16, 2016 at 12:12 pm

Apologies for my intrusion, but have you considered taking cannabis?

I ask, as there is considerable (albeit anecdotal) evidence that it destroys cancer cells, which could be a good reason why cannabis is the only drug I know of for which absolutely NO research is legally allowed. Were I in your position, I would cling to any straw that passes.

Though I rarely comment, I find your site one of the true treasures of the “blogosphere”, and would hate to see you leave us.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 12:15 pm

I’ve never smoked pot in my life – I’m not about to start now!

Thank you for your kind thoughts though – Fentanyl is doing a magnificent job at the moment.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 1:11 pm

Fentanyl is doing a magnificent job at the moment.

Indeed….just make sure you switch off the electric blanket and don’t sit on radiators. (apparently direct heat can cause the patch to leak more of the good stuff than is good for you).

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 1:24 pm

Cooo, not a patch…..mainline…..and I note one of the side effects can be ‘unusual thoughts or behavior’- anybody notice anything like that about me today? Still the usual polite, placid, middle class soul?

Well don’t all answer at once…..!

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The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 3:35 pm

mainline

Anna Raccoon? More like Anna Skag-Rat.
Truly you can take the girl out of Scouseland…
Tell G he needs to hide the wood glue. 😛

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 12:23 pm

You have missed the Landlady regaling us with the tale of a girl friend of hers who also has cancer and who has been putting £thousands worth of weed up where “de sun don’ shine”. …putting the ‘tears’ in ‘phoenix tears’…

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 12:44 pm

Sadly Rosa died last autumn…it didn’t do her any good at all. I miss her dreadfully.

Radical Rodent November 16, 2016 at 3:33 pm

Ah, well. I have never smoked pot, or anything remotely similar (unless taking paracetamol for a headache counts), but I would try anything that is rumoured to help. As I said, I would clutch at any passing straw.

Sad that your friend has proved me so comprehensively wrong.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 3:43 pm

My personal ‘theory’ is that it is actually the nicotine in that joint that kills cancer cells, and to that end should I ever be diagnosed with cancer I shall be making my roll ups out of tobacco so strong it can only legally be sold as industrial insecticide, cut with some Raccoon’s Little Helper for the pain. I shall end my daze in some opium den , emaciated but happy, ministered to by waif like China girls in traditional customs bearing mugs of Lapsang and long ornate bamboo pipes.

It’s all about the journey.

Don Cox November 16, 2016 at 5:38 pm

I think the nicotine is more likely to kill white blood cells than cancer cells..

The medical effect of weed will be to calm you down and reduce anxiety, at least for a short while.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 6:35 pm

Anyone mainlining fentanyl is unlikely to need calming down IME….infact the big danger with such drugs is that the patient will get calmed down far too far and forget to breath.

…also IME cannabis has exactly the opposite effect and makes one, alright makes ME, even more psychotic and paranoid than what passes as ‘normal’.

Mrs Grimble November 17, 2016 at 3:25 pm

It has (or had, haven’t tried it for over 40 years) a similar effect on me – panic attacks and paranoia. The only time I had a worse experience with an illegal drug was when I was at a weekend party held in a commune in remotest Wales. I had just finished off a pint of the hosts’ home-brewed cider when somebody asked how I liked it. “Delicious!” said I; “Great!” said he, “That’s our special mushroom brew – want another?” I declined, and subsequently spent much of that night barricaded in an upstairs room, convinced that an ax murderer was rampaging through the house and slaughtering everyone. It was several years before I could face another glass of cider.

tdf November 17, 2016 at 4:01 pm

There is a theory that the crackdown on MDMA rave parties was lobbied for by the legal drug pushers – the brewing lobby.

Also the young people were having fun. And if there’s one thing the establishment hates, it’s that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPOQKBk0Wk0

Eric November 17, 2016 at 9:00 am

I think it’s Cannabis Oil that helps some forms of cancer and not the smoking of the drug. Personally, I love drugs that German Pharmaceutical companies have spent millions on refining. It’s also why I always have a German doctor. They are not nearly as timid as British ones when writing out scripts,

Bandini November 16, 2016 at 12:23 pm

Anna, it’s been both a pleasure and an education reading your articles (and the comments) – I only wish I had a wand to wave. (I’d send you “endless love & light” or summat but I guess that’d have us both retching.)

However, Susan’s full name was published HERE when you posted the Starr v Ward judgement in which it appears four times (and once more in the comments below from Margaret Jervis). If Susan happens to be reading I also wish you all the best – for all the good it does – and thank you for making the enormous effort in such difficult circumstances to set the record straight regarding ‘Savile at Duncroft’.

All the best.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 12:30 pm

Yes you’re right (just checked myself) but as AR said herself, “who reads judgements these days?”

Ho Hum November 16, 2016 at 12:50 pm

I think that at a time like this, when suffering quite a bit in a manner that the rest of us might do anything to avoid, Anna might be forgiven for not necessarily remembering every exact detail of everything that she has ever said, done, or written, especially when indulging in a paroxysm of justifiably righteous anger in respect of the somewhat crass extrapolations made elsewhere.

Or don’t you think so?

Good to see you back, Anna. And, as ever, saying some of the things that others won’t 🙂

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 12:52 pm

Yes, I am aware – I added an edit to the post reflecting that last night.

The fact remains that no one had picked up on that at all. Just goes to show. Who, but the saddest of the sad (er, I?) ever reads original documents….?

Susan is reading, and watching and listening. She is one beautiful person, inside and out – no wonder Savile was so enamoured – and if it was within my power to swap places with her right now I would. I am having a relatively easy passage by comparison.

Then again – there are several I’d cheerfully volunteer to take both our places…..pity, or just as well, I don’t have a magic wand.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 1:03 pm

There is quite a difference between publishing a full Court Judgement, which names S (and god help you if you’d redacted her name out of the judgement…the conspiracy loons would have had a field day) and that which Rabbitaway wrote….which i think is the crux of the matter….the difference between factual facts and salacious, possibly libellous , false ‘reporting’. That’s how i understood this post anyways.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 1:15 pm

I am having a relatively easy passage by comparison.
Didn’t think there was anything ‘easy’ about at your ‘passage’ :P…which i assume is part of the reason for Fentanyl and not another opiate.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 1:25 pm

Well spotted….!

Eric November 17, 2016 at 9:01 am

Hear hear.

Mzungu November 16, 2016 at 12:44 pm

Oh, and week of the presidential election was such a good time to bury bad news.

AndyM November 16, 2016 at 1:26 pm

Anna

I was delighted to see a post from you, because with the silence I feared the worst; it is tinged with sadness to know you have been suffering (and suffering from “the envy of the world……”). I would just like to add my thanks to you for your writing over the years – a beacon of truth and sagacity in a sea of misinformation; may God bless you, Mr G and Susan.

Thank you

Doonhamer November 16, 2016 at 1:35 pm

Meme Raccoon, you are amazing. Not a word wasted.
We all wish you well.
Lots of love,
Your Raccoonites XX

missred November 16, 2016 at 1:36 pm

Anna,
What a wonderful posting to come back with.
I echo the sentiments of those above me – It was pins and needles waiting for your return and knowing all I could do was hope for the best and keep you in my thoughts and prayers. I have truly become addicted to your writing; even when the topic is far removed from my sphere, you make it fascinating.
I am heartened to hear humour – black or otherwise – is part of what sustains you. I see that truth and righteous anger does as well.
You are an incredibly beautiful soul.

macheath November 16, 2016 at 1:44 pm

As ever, I am in awe at your powers of resilience, both physical and mental – Raccoons are clearly made of sterner stuff than most.

The fact that you chose to keep going in the face of unspeakable onslaughts meant that, for those unjustly accused (and their myriad friends and relatives), there was confirmation out there that not everyone subscribed to the mass hysteria. Your position may have been unique – what are the chances that among those with first-hand knowledge of the paces and people involved would be a trained legal brain with the gift of the gab, extensive computer experience, a successful blog and a professed belief in integrity and speaking the truth? – but it was your choice to stick your head above the parapet and I salute your courage and persistence.

My best wishes to you and the imperturbable Mr G.

DtP November 16, 2016 at 2:02 pm

FFS, what kind of freak makes stuff up about potential sex pestery? I guess if there’s a £110 million reasons to jump on a gravy train but it’s manipulative grief jacking of the highest order.

Oh, sweet, sweet girl – thank you for being a voice of reason and humour and i’m so sorry you had such crazies attach themselves to you. I can’t much think of anything more disgusting – you think you’re having a serious conversation about hideousness and someone’s working mendacious angles – it, it, it’s perverted is what it is.

I hope the pain has subsided somewhat and that the fattening up is delicious.

You’ve managed to make the internet a place of academic and historical nuance, to question all and believe little – a Miss Marple for the Cyber Highways!!

Thanks ever so much.

Huge hugs to you and Mr G xx

Helga Speck November 16, 2016 at 2:41 pm

Hi Anna

I was getting a little worried about you as I hadn’t heard from you via here, for some time. Really pleased to see you still have that whiplash sense of humour but so sorry that certain “people” are still being so awful. Must remember to block them as I don’t like to see the language in writing either, although I swear like a trooper myself!

Hold on in there. (((HUGS)))

Andrew November 16, 2016 at 3:21 pm

Delighted and relieved to see another post from you; I will just echo the admiration for your barn-storming prose, which always manages to convey strong, salient emotional points, without resorting to the Anglo-Saxon vocabulary required from those of us without such a beautiful grasp of English. It made my day, merely seeing a link with your post showing hours not weeks – knowing that you were back – before finding another tour de force. By the way, I doubt you will ever slip quietly into the twilight of your life as you will always have something pertinent to say and your words ring so loud and clear.

Best wishes

Ellen Coulson November 16, 2016 at 4:03 pm

Glad to see you were up to writing again. Please tell Susan how sorry I am to hear of her illness but glad that the 2 of you are able to laugh at it.

Speak soon X

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 4:20 pm

Will do Ellen – please let Wendi and Sally know too.

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 4:34 pm

I have personally neither know IRL nor have any quarrel with Rabbit or Moor (beyond the answer I once gave to a certain former editor here) so bear that in mind please when reading further. I have just noticed how much of KW’s ‘book’ is reproduced as lo-res photos on Rabbit’s blog. Have they changed the copyright laws recently or has ‘fair usage’ been expanded to include whole chapters?

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 4:40 pm

Gurgle, gurgle, chuckle, chuckle….!

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 4:52 pm

I suspect (can’t be bothered to check right now, cos I’m cooking dinner- bratwurst and baked spuds with potato ‘Smilies’ for the Bestes Frau ) the law hasn’t changed since last i looked and that Rabbit couldn’t give an airborne coitus about such niceties as ‘copy right’ , she is fighting (as she sees it) a Righteous Fight and such laws do not apply to Warriors For The Truth . And I do have some sympathy with that point of view, if something was IMPORTANT to me I might risk the subpoena. However it does illustrate nicely the difference between you and her, between your attitudes. You pay for documentation (did I understand you aright that that judgement cost £900?!?!)and only publish it if you may, she it seems doesn’t.

Anna Raccoon November 16, 2016 at 5:17 pm

No, I didn’t pay for a transcript – I sat through the evidence taking notes. I still have the notes. I merely said that she ‘could’ have paid for a transcript had she wanted to know exactly what was said.

Transcripts are ludicrously expensive. Much cheaper to be there….Barbara Hewson was there on Day One, bless her.

If you want to see where Warriors for the Truth end up when they finally disappear up their own fundament, I commend the Hoaxsteadresearch Site. They and their commentators are doing the most fantastic job of fact checking the ‘Troothers’ and it is hilarious to watch. Patrick Cullinane (big figure in the Troother world) got out of bed on Saturday and promptly pegged it from a heart attack. So far they have tracked events through – “he was dead, he wasn’t dead, he was just cold but could be revived, he was dead and had been murdered, he was not dead but was missing” … and so on, seemingly ad infinitum. Some of them have even reported him as a missing person and are clutching their crime figure (hint – er, try the mortuary….!) It is comedy gold. Utterly brilliant site that started life dealing with the execrable ‘babies cooked in macdonalds’ satanic abuse scandal, refused to get bogged down by obsessiveness and has morphed into a thoroughly professional and enjoyable Jack of All Madness site. Do book mark it. Also trollexposure.com which I also somewhat dismissed intially, knowing its history, but that has also grown up over the past month and is doing a damn fine job of sifting the occasional grain of truth from the deluge of dross and has now become an impressive rescource. Tip of the Raccoon tail to both of them.

I would comment on both, but God knows where the password is for my wordpress.com account……

The Blocked Dwarf November 16, 2016 at 6:23 pm

God may but I suspect Mr G might too….like ‘wrapped around a lead brick at the moment of the river Ooze along with all the other logins that could get you into trouble when you should be resting and looking at the underside of house plant leaves’ .

I bet Cull-innane (how appropriately named) was abducted by aliens and TPTB are simply covering it up. No mystery there.

tdf November 17, 2016 at 12:23 am

Anna, welcome back.

You don’t actually need a Wordpress.com account to comment on the Hoaxstead blog, you can just add a comment once you provide an email address and a name, as with your own blog.

Realtrollexposure doesn’t allow comments full stop, apparently he gets too many abusive ones for it to be worth the bother. While I don’t always agree with his posts, he is doing an excellent job tracking the developments in the farce that the IICSA has turned into, and the influence one particular cotery of allegators has had on it.

The Blocked Dwarf November 17, 2016 at 8:11 am
Ljh November 16, 2016 at 4:36 pm

Thank you for your dedication to truth and the courage with which you pursue it. There is too little in the world. Perhaps you are one of the “just” in Jewish mythology who keeps God or whatever from closing down the whole show here on earth? Fentanyl is fabulous, although I prefer pethidine.

Raymond T. Barfoot November 16, 2016 at 5:17 pm

Dear mrs. racoon, what can i say??? you are truly a truthsayer. i find myself happy to read of your exploits even when it is day to day life.it takes a great deal of courage to (metaphorically speaking) walk that last mile, head held high and knowing you have told the truth and nothing but the truth.i am awed by your incredible tennacity.it ranks up there with your recounting of your seeking out the troll whom shall not be named but but is thourghly shamed as he should be.as for moor larkin at least he posts on your blog. the other is not worth worrying over. kharma truly has a sense of humour..good wishes toward you and G. he seems like a nice man. much love and admiration, Raymond T. Barfoot

Oi you November 16, 2016 at 6:18 pm

Sorry to hear you’ve been unwell, but glad to see that you are back. Hope you’re around for a bit longer.

:o)

p.s. Matthew Scott, the Barrister Blogger, has fisked Hogan-Howe etc over at his place.

Ed P November 16, 2016 at 6:20 pm

Awesome writing as always from the best blogger of all. Wishing you peace here and there too.

But surely (putting the) rabbitaway is what a girl does before going to sleep?

TJ November 16, 2016 at 6:52 pm

Glad you are back…

Margaret Jervis November 16, 2016 at 7:27 pm

Great to have you back in fighting form Anna.
But as to the case – Susan ***** was a terrible witness for the claimant, and a great one for the defence in Freddie Starr’s case.
I surmise this only became apparent once the ***** statement was served, and the defence sought disclosure of the police statement. Thus skewing FS’s case, if only on the age point. So then the defence could have called ***** if she was dropped from the claimant’s case? I had previously remarked on ***** potential unreliability on a key point disinterestedly, as noticed by Bandini, but his link had disappeared. There is no property in a witness.

Edited by Anna: Sorry to have had to moderate you and alter your excellent comment Margaret.

I am sure you will understand that whilst elsewhere Susan may be a legal point or a point of discussion – on this blog, if nowhere else, this blog will remember that she is a dying woman and accord her the respect and privacy that this blog owner feels she is entitled to.

I am well aware that she will not be accorded that elsewhere – and that her blistering honesty meant that actually she was the worst possible witness for both sides. That’s the trouble with the truth, it’s just so damn inconvenient.

Bandini November 17, 2016 at 10:35 am

Margaret, just to be clear I hadn’t included a link so it didn’t disappear. (The original post is still available).
A drop of oil and all that… as The Raccoon Arms seems to have relocated to Liverpool!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STIvNjWobzA

tdf November 17, 2016 at 2:38 pm

Musical interlude

Anyone remember this one?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNGBB_nSwx4

Michael November 16, 2016 at 7:43 pm

Anna,

You were so well placed to play your part in this whole sorry tale it is almost as if someone planned it. If so, Internet nutters notwithstanding, I reckon there should be a real satisfaction in knowing you did what you were supposed to do. From our side, we love the fact that you do it with such bloody style.

Blessings ‘n all that…

Moley November 16, 2016 at 8:01 pm

So happy to see you back. Chin up old bean!

Bunny November 16, 2016 at 9:21 pm

Glad to see you back and posting

Robert the Biker November 16, 2016 at 9:24 pm

Glad you are back Anna and busy grinding the bastards underfoot (tail?)
Have you any thoughts about some of the latest Wikileaks stuff tieing the Clintons to wealthy paedophiles and hinting of Madeline McCanns being kidnapped by such a ring? You go off line a bit and all the nutters felt safe to come out.
Be well and for a long time.

Mrs Grimble November 16, 2016 at 11:13 pm

Thank you Anna, for still being here, still writing.

Jon357 November 17, 2016 at 12:20 am

Thinking of you, wishing you well and always, always thinking about the comfort and the sheer common sense your blog has had for someone who was falsely accused.

elleemmcee November 17, 2016 at 4:38 am

Dear Anna, I have read here for many years now and had spent the last few weeks checking in to see if you were “alright”.

Just want to take this opportunity to thank you for your writing, and for the pleasure it gives and knowledge imparted.

Lx

elleemmcee November 17, 2016 at 4:46 am

Dear Anna, I have read here for many years now and had spent the last few weeks checking in to see if you were “alright”

You have been in my thoughts.

Just want to take this opportunity to thank you for your writing, and for the pleasure it gives and knowledge imparted. With love,

Lola x

Bill Sticker November 17, 2016 at 4:57 am

Anna,

Your post was a splendid piece of succulent belligerence, so good I could taste the sauce from the very first syllable to the last full stop. Delighted to see you so on form despite your medical tribulations.

As always, the best of wishes from this side of the pond.

plantman November 17, 2016 at 9:39 am

Respect. Love. Thanks.

Lisboeta November 17, 2016 at 1:34 pm

A bitter-sweet day. Sweet, to see you back and howling. Bitter, to hear of your pain.

Nessie November 17, 2016 at 1:47 pm

I got worried when you dropped off the radar last month, so really good to see you back. Keep on going Anna, your dedication to the truth is inspiring.
Best wishes.

Corinne November 17, 2016 at 4:10 pm

It’s great to have you back, Anna. You’ve been missed and worried over these last few weeks. Please write when you can and let Mr G fuss over you a bit.

Major Bonkers November 17, 2016 at 7:38 pm

Dear Mrs. Raccoon,

Lovely to see you back.

I’m not sure about your post, though, which all seems a bit involved for me. I’m afraid that I haven’t got the inclination to work it all out; I start from the principle that everyone is entitled to a fair hearing in a Court, and that up until the point that they are found guilty, they are presumed innocent. Why does anyone need to go further? Contrariwise, anyone who starts loudly declaiming that ‘everyone knows’ that JS was a rapist/ paedophile/ mass murderer is simply stating slanderous gossip. The fact that he had a dubious taste in hairstyles, clothes, and music, seems to be the worst that I can come up; while he probably would not be the sort of person who I would invite round for tea, I note the tremendous good he did in raising huge sums of money for charity, even donating his estate.

As a society, we have moved beyond, ‘The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones’, and the social injunction against speaking ill of the dead; and we are a lower people because of it.

Keith Walters November 18, 2016 at 12:45 am

Speaking from the Antipodes, on the other side of the globe where Jimmy Saville was virtually unknown, I have to say I can’t find any video footage that shows him as being anything more than a “Professional” Ratbag. Certainly “Th’ Praaas” have gone out of their way to dredge up every mugged-up, face-pulling, red-tinted-glasses ugly-photo opportunity they can lay their hands on in an attempt to add something, however diaphanous, to the Emperor’s ensemble.
Earth to Th’ Praaas: You CAN find photos of JS when he was a good-looking and not at all weird-looking young man, just as you can also find sound bites where he speaks with an obviously intelligent and cultured voice. OK he’s old and decrepit now (well he was, he’s currently Brown Bread of course), but if that’s all you’ve got, apart from a lot of sworn statements about unlikely happenings from four decades ago made by ambulance-chaser-coached scrubbers obviously in dire need of a quick quid, I would agree that the whole thing is a crock of shite and innocent people are paying the price for it.

tdf November 19, 2016 at 8:23 pm

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy love
The sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone
On the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes

You run like river, on like a sea
You run like a river runs to the sea

And in the world a heart of darkness
A fire zone
Where poets speak their heart
Then bleed for it
Jara sang, his song a weapon
In the hands of love
You know his blood still cries
From the ground

It runs like a river runs to the sea
It runs like a river to the sea

I don’t believe in painted roses
Or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I’ll see you again
When the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red
Over One Tree Hill

We run like a river
Run to the sea
We run like a river to the sea
And when it’s raining
Raining hard
That’s when the rain will
Break my heart

Raining, raining in the heart
Raining in your heart
Raining, raining to your heart
Raining, raining, raining
Raining to your heart
Raining, raining in your heart
Raining in your heart
To the sea

Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2kWgm-0xmM

Savim November 20, 2016 at 4:44 pm

Wondered what had happened to you Anna. Abandoned in a wheel chair facing a wall. In pain for hours on end. The NHS can be very cruel. My answer to that sort of bowel bung up was 2 ducolax suppositories dissolved in olive oil delivered by wide bore catheter attached to a large syringe. No one looking over my shoulder and no one likely to sue either. Alas these suppositories are no longer available. It was a long time ago. Glad you met a ‘blue meanie’ who was good at her job, they seldom appear and never seem to do anything very much either, apart from walk about averting their gaze, as you say. So relieved to find you are still with us and giving it large and loud too. My fervent best wishes to yourself and your husband.

Davd November 21, 2016 at 1:16 pm

After reading this I would like to say that I am not ‘Moor’, I have never heard of these ladies you refer to above, and I have never had an interest in ‘Jimmy Saville’. In fact this is the first time I have ever typed his name. Good to see you are a bit better, and back at at home.

Bandini November 21, 2016 at 1:46 pm

We have a contender for the ‘Inadvertently Hilarious Forum Comment Award 2016’.

Anna Raccoon November 21, 2016 at 2:15 pm

Ah, you obviously haven’t been following GOD and Jesus chasing the Archbishop round the comments on a five month old post then……http://annaraccoon.co.uk/2016/08/01/no-laughing-matter/comment-page-1/#comment-18205726434461461

David has been totally outclassed while you were all looking the other way!

Bandini November 21, 2016 at 2:20 pm

I have, you know! Still signed up to receive comment notifications on that article, so been having a good old chuckle…
(Resisting the temptation to, er, bash the bishop myself.)

tdf November 21, 2016 at 2:30 pm

Amazing! I truly thought David was Moor. I am shocked to learn he is not.

Carol42 November 21, 2016 at 1:26 pm

Is it just me or is there no way to comment on the last two posts?

Liz Kaspar November 22, 2016 at 5:05 pm

Dear Ms Raccoon,

I am sorry to hear that you are in your own words, terminally ill, though presumably in a period of remission?

I know what you mean about horrible treatment and being exposed to extreme discomfort by the NHS; I myself was very ill (though not with cancer) earlier this year and experienced some of the NHS’s insensitivity at Cornish hospitals; also the fact that they can save your life! 😊

They ought to watch things like putting people on unsuitable furniture and giving them bed sores though, and the like; there are ambulance-chasing ads now that encourage patients to sue over bed sores…

Does anybody working in institutions really CARE what users think, if the institution DOESN’T get sued, though, hmm? 😡

I am also wondering why you didn’t chance it in the French health care system; treatment there is supposed to be free if you have the right form and we are still in the EU… (Though I discovered years ago that you have to *pay* GPs and then try to claim the money back or something awkward.. Do they still do that?)

Were European doctors not an option then? Despite its marvellous “free at the point of use,” I *really* don’t think that the NHS is the best or has the latest treatment: hence the growth of private medicine in England!

(My mother’s family were always saying that the German state medical system was better. And they’ll prescribe you things that they won’t in UK.)

I too should be sad if this dimension lost you. You produce a very interesting site. Legal eagles’ blogs in general are interesting.. Especially when they wrestle with issues such as “reasonable doubt”, and “innocent until proven guilty.” And – how does one prosecute a dead person? Anyway? I have only ever seen it done on TV in worthy documentaries where the object was to test some historical fact. It was never about something actually criminal or sensational as I recall..

Eric above is correct when he says it is *cannabis oil* that appears to have the greatest anti-cancer properties. This stuff has apparently already saved some lives. Some people have gone “Breaking Bad” and distilled their own; though I saw a little while back that it was available on the net from Holland or somewhere! Rather than being something “dodgy”; such mainstream outlets as women’s weekly magazines have quietly all-but-endorsed it in the past couple of years – I read the articles astounded at first – and I also assume that the oil has no “stoning” or hallucinogenic effects, as it has been “prescribed” for and indeed given to children, with the blessing of parents, doctors etc, and apparently with good, sometimes miraculous effects. Here, now, in UK.

I report to you these facts as I have read them.

Yours with good wishes,

Liz K.

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