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Docs Debate Esophageal Cancer Treatment
This is the first I've heard of this, and I'm surprised. Of course it's not implying direct causation but rather a heightened risk, but it's still pretty sobering, considering that, according to the article,


Here's the reasoning in the most bite-sized piece:

Yet another reason to take my Prevacid, and wash it down with Glenlivet and fried Habanero cheese poppers.

My husband has Acid Reflux and I'm terrified he'll get cancer (either skin because he refuses to use sunblock or esophagus). I think our medicine cabinet looks like a pharmacy's supply cabinet of heartburn medication.

I suffer from acid reflux. Every male on my father's side of the family, and that's a lot of males let me tell ya, seems to also suffer from this condition.

When I had my ulcer diagnosed, I had scarring and they biopsied it. My father just underwent surgery for his esophageal hernia about a month weeks ago. It was bad enough that the doctor and my mother lied to him about how much he'd have to alter his lifestyle during recovery. Otherwise, he'd have never gone under the knife willingly.

I take one or two Zantac 75's daily and it keeps my acid reflux completely in check. I can skip a couple of days before it really starts kicking in again. Before I went to Zantac, I went through several proton pump inhibitors with limited success due to adverse side effects.

When you puke blood with enough projectile force that you ring the toilet and still have to replace the wallpaper on all 4 walls of the bathroom, it's time to throw in the towel and go see a doctor. Stubborn *** that I am, that's what it took. I was completely unaware of the cancer risk at the time. Until the biopsy came back clean, the ulcer healed and the doctor told me the scarring had receded greatly in only a few weeks and would likely vanish entirely, I spent a good little chunk of time pondering my mortality, and how I might be able to cash in on it.

Plus, when a doctor plans to stick something down your throat to look into your stomach, he injects some GOOD STUFF into you. They started an IV, and put a little something in there to relax me a bit. I remember starting to feel pretty damn good, but not exactly the sort of damn good that makes taking an 18 inch metal tube down the throat sound appetizing, no matter what you may happen to think of I, Robot. So I told the dude, "Hey, that stuff ain't bad, but it's only making me feel a little OK about this. You got anything REAL over there?" He said something like, "Try this" but I don't remember if those were his exact words because he pushed the plunger down on a syringe hooked into my IV when he was talking. It felt like a ball of hot greasy lead rolling into my arm and I woke up in my LaZboy at home.

There may be some videos floating around the internet of me that day and I wouldn't be able to refute a single one. All I know is that I felt pretty damn good when I woke up and if I could lay my hands on some of that shiite, I'd be a junkie.

Maybe instead of investing billions into $400 a month drug regiments and lifestyle altering surgeries we could spend a few bucks finding out why nearly 20% of Americans report weekly episodes of a disorder that was unheard of 50 years ago. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the preservatives and additives the industry has been filling food with the last half a century

I had it once upon a time, but peeling my veggies (including tomatoes) and chewing gum after meals made it go away. I can't remember the last time I had it.