From Theresa P., Larder Lake, Ontario
My Story truly begins in Africa, Tanzania to be exact. I was on a journey of discovery although at the time I did not know it. I followed my heart Jeanne to her new job in Mwanza, Tanzania on the shores of Lake Victoria. Before leaving Canada, I went to my Doctor to get the required vaccines and for a general checkup, in compliance with Health Canada and World Health I was given a yellow fever vaccine as well as a prescription for Mefloquin to protect against malaria. For the first 90 days or so everything was great, I was volunteering for an Orphanage in Mwanza while Jeanne was working. One night I was unable to get to sleep, something didn’t feel right I couldn’t quite explain it then suddenly I was terrified of everything. I was looking everywhere and couldn’t focus on anything I was scared! Scared doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I was shaking on the inside, my brain seemed to be screaming at me things I couldn’t quite make out. At one point, it was as if I could see myself sitting there looking terrified which only intensified my feeling of dread.
If it wasn’t for Jeanne I’m not sure what would have happened, she tried to calm and soothe me. The look of concern on her face resonated with the fear I felt inside to the point of panic. She held me, she remained calm and took charge. Her voice soothed my dread, her arms made me feel safe until little by little the fear loosened its hold and rational thoughts began to return. Jeanne then began searching online listing all my symptoms and the medications that I had been taking, she happened upon a website called www.tolariamornottolariam.com
. The prescription for Mefloquin (Also Known as Lariam) has a high propensity to cause Psychotic Episodes. This information was not provided by my Doctor nor was it mentioned by the pharmacist that filled my prescription. If my Doctor and the Pharmacist failed to mention such important information what else were they not telling me?
I immediately stopped taking Mefloquin, it took a few days until I was feeling almost normal again. Up until this point in my life I had always had 100% trust in my Doctors and Health Care Professionals. I was raised to believe that Doctors knew everything and were to be revered like Gods. We didn’t ask questions; we did what we were told and took whatever medications were prescribed. And there I was losing my mind in Tanzania because I had whole heartedly trusted that my Doctor knew what was best for ME!
I survived my Lariam Psychotic Episode and remained in Tanzania and abroad for a few years. During a R&R break Jeanne and I travelled to Thailand where we spent time at the Healing Child Clinic in Koh Samui. This was the first time that I had ever heard of detoxification, fasting or cleanses. We checked into a cabin on the beach, I remember asking Jeanne why there was a bench/bed installed over the toilet, she replied very nonchalantly “oh that’s for the enemas”. I love Jeanne and trust her with my life but at that moment I thought she was the one suffering from a Psychotic Episode. Enemas…? Weren’t they something from the time when Jesus walked the Earth? Surely people even here in Thailand weren’t that archaic? I’m laughing outload as I write this, remembering just how shocked I was at hearing the word enema or learning that we would only be consuming juices and herbs over the next week. Juicing, enemas, yoga, massage, saunas and meditation filled every day of our stay at the Healing Child Clinic, I learned so much about our natural energy and how important meditation is.
During our stay, we also joined a Thai cooking class in the evenings and learned all about Thai cuisine. Towards our lasts days at the clinic I couldn’t believe how amazing I felt I had never felt better. I had energy galore everything seemed so vibrant and bright. I had no pain, my knees didn’t hurt, my stomach didn’t have the stabbing pains that I was used to, I could think clearly for the first time in my life. It felt like I had taken some wonder drug and I was walking around with the greatest high ever experienced. We left Koh Samui and headed to Bangkok where we enrolled in some Thai Massage courses (me as a beginner and Jeanne as intermediate). You would think that with feeling so amazing I would have wanted to continue with all the changes that I had made during my stay at the Healing Child Clinic, I however am a very slow learner and managed to convince Jeanne that eating McDonalds in Bangkok was a good idea. It wasn’t very long before my food and life style choices had me feeling like my normal sack of crap with joint pain and digestive issues.
In 2006 Jeanne and I returned to Canada and purchased a house and some property in Northern Ontario. I had been suffering from Hidradenitis and acid reflux and was taking a never-ending prescription for Previcet and various antibiotics. I would take a course of antibiotics and the hidradenitis would clear up and I would develop a UTI so the Doctor would put me on another antibiotic to clear up the UTI only to have my hidradenitis flair up again. This was a vicious cycle that last quite a few years. In 2008 I was referred to a general surgeon who said that removing the right auxiliary would stop the hidradenitis. I went for the surgery he only removed scar tissue that had built up from the hidradenitis. After surgery, I still had the same problems. Not once did my doctor discuss nutrition or detoxification as options for helping or preventing my issues. The only discussions were over which antibiotics I had already tried.
In 2010 my father took sick, he went for a normal checkup and was rushed to ER where he was told that he had multiple aneurisms that were ready to burst. He was rushed to Health Sciences North in Sudbury, he underwent surgery to bypass/repair the aneurisms. After surgery, he was prescribed multiple medications for blood pressure/heart rate/ blood thinners and so on. In spring of 2012 he was hospitalized with an infection that originated at a tooth and travelled to the graft site closest to his heart. He was placed on extremely high doses of IV and oral antibiotics for 6 months, and remained on high doses of oral antibiotics for the rest of his life. This infection triggered an issue with his heart valve and he subsequently had surgery to replace the valve. In 2014, my Dad was experiencing blood in his urine and made an appointment with his Kidney Specialist (he had many specialists since the aneurism surgery), the Doctor ordered blood work but did not see my Dad again for 3 months. During this appointment, the Doctor seemed confused as to why he hadn’t seen my Dad sooner and said that he was sending him for an MRI. It was another 3 months before the MRI was scheduled, after the MRI in 2015 the Doctor informed my dad that there appeared to be a mass on the right kidney (we are now talking 6 months after first having the blood in his urine). After more tests the Doctor stated that the kidney would need to be removed, without removing the kidney my father would live for only 3 – 6 months.
The Doctor never once said cancer to my father, he only referred to the “mass” on the kidney. Jeanne and I had been doing our own research at this point, trying to understand what the best course of action would be. Jeanne had studied reflexology and aroma therapy and we had already started doing reflexology on Dad and using essential oils. During our quest for information we came across The Truth About Cancer and information about Doctor Max Gerson. I immediately enrolled in Gerson’s Online Course and based on everything we had read we were convinced that removing my Dads kidney was not the route he should take and we tried very hard to convince my Parents and Brothers that this time the Doctor’s did not know what was best for Dad. Unfortunately, we couldn’t convince my Parents and Dad underwent yet another surgery. The surgeon removed Dad’s right kidney and 1/3 of his bladder. After surgery, the surgeon explained that the tumour was the full size of the kidney and had spread to the bladder. The day after surgery my Dad started to complain about pain in his hip, he would say “it’s the bone the hurts”. The Doctor sent Dad for another MRI and stated that the “Cancer” had spread to the bone and that the pain my Dad was experiencing was from a tumour that was growing on the hip bone. The Doctor sent Dad to see an Oncologist, I went with my Dad to this appointment once again at HSN in Sudbury. My Dad was in extreme pain and couldn’t lie, sit or stand for even short periods of time.
The Doctor entered the room and after talking to my Dad for less than 5 minutes he stated that Radiation is what you need Mr. Pelletier. He stated that Radiation would shrink the tumour and relieve his pain immediately. I was extremely concerned and asked the Doctor what effect the radiation would have on his Kidney, the Doctor looked at me like I WAS CRAZY and said that he wasn’t radiating the Kidney and therefore it would have no effect. I begged and pleaded for my Dad to leave with me right then, I cried and cried and asked him to just please leave with me, but he was in so much pain and truly believed that this Doctor would help him and that the Doctor knew what was best for him. My Dad was immediately admitted to HSN Cancer ward and given multiple Radiation Treatments on his hip. When my Dad left HSN he was a very sick man, he couldn’t eat because he was nauseous, he was still in so much pain and so thin and frail. Up until the radiation treatments we had been giving Dad fresh juices to drink, and had discussed again and again how bad sugar and dairy were for him. After radiation Dad couldn’t really eat or drink anything, a small sip of juice or bite of fruit and then he would vomit. Dad decided that he wanted to go home and so the arrangements were made and a Nurse would come to the house to check on him throughout the day and the Health Clinic in Virginiatown would take over his care. Once Dad was home he still was not feeling better and we managed to convince him to try some of the practices from the Gerson therapy, we were still doing reflexology and were giving him detoxing foot soaks with essential oils. We again started making fresh juices, set up Coffee Enemas, and administered clay packs and castor oil packs to help with his pain and detoxification.
The first couple enemas were difficult but after that it got easier and after 2 days he started to drink more juice and was vomiting less. My Mom unfortunately seemed to fight us on everything and still brought him Pepsi and sweets when we weren’t looking. His kidney function showed a slight improvement after only a few days. His Nurse Practitioner showed up to do an assessment one day while I was at work, March 20, 2016. My Mom told her all about the coffee enemas that we had doing with Dad. The Nurse Practitioner was irritated and told my parents that I was going to kill my Dad with the coffee enemas! This woman who had never heard of Max Gerson and without doing any research or at the very least an internet search told My Dad that coffee enemas would dehydrate him and he would surely die. I was not there when this “Know it all” paid her visit and I often wonder how I would have responded to her. By the time I returned from work, my parents had decided that this woman was right and that there would be no more enemas. My Dad died on March 30
, 2016, his death certificate states that he died at home from Kidney Cancer! This bothers me to this day because I know that my Dad died at home that day, but it wasn’t Cancer that killed him, he died from Kidney failure as a direct result of the Radiation Treatments that he received. Yes my Dad agreed to all of his treatments but as far as I am concerned it was under false pretenses.
My Moms story is similar yet different. I think all the troubles started for my Mom back in 1996 when they removed her gallbladder. The year after her surgery she started having allergies, not normal allergies mind you. Mom became allergic to Chicken, if there was chicken or chicken flavoring in something she ate she would break out in hives and her face would start to swell, she also became allergic to the cold. If she reached into the freezer to remove something her whole arm would break out in hives. We lived in Northern Ontario where 7 months of the year is -10 or colder, any time she would go outside in the winter she would break out in hives. The second year after having her gallbladder removed she started having extremely bad Psoriasis all over her body, her arms and hands were the most affected. I can’t begin to name the number of creams and pills that had been prescribed to her all of which did not help. In June of 1998 she went to ER with chest pain and was diagnosed with blood clots, she was kept in the hospital for one week and was given injections of blood thinners over the next 6 months. In 2011 still suffering with Psoriasis Mom was diagnosed with Diabetes and placed on a ton of medication to regulate blood sugar and various other issues associated with Diabetes. This was the first time a Doctor had discussed nutrition and things to stay away from.
By the end of 2012 Mom had her diabetes “under control” by using insulin and other medications but her Psoriasis was the worst it had ever been. The Nurse Practitioner suggested she try this new prescription that was currently being tested and seemed to be working amongst some of the patients in the study. It was a few months before the new pills arrived, as it turns out what they prescribed for Mom’s Psoriasis was a form of Chemo Therapy, she would take 1 pill a day for 7 days and then switch to taking a different pill for the next 21 days and then return to taking the first pill again for 7 days. She took this medication for almost a year and her psoriasis showed slights signs of improvement. In January of 2015 Mom was diagnosed with COPD and was prescribed 3 puffers along with 2 new prescriptions for pills to help control her COPD. In April of 2016 Mom was diagnosed with Lung Cancer, the options she was given were chemo/radiation which could prolong her life by 6 – 12 months and if she chose not to have treatments she would not last 3 months. My Mom agreed to treatments but fortunately/unfortunately developed some infections that would not allow her to receive the Chemo or radiation treatments. She was instead admitted into hospital and placed on several different antibiotics and pain medications. She had a bad reaction to two of the medications and spent a few days hallucinating which resulted in a bad fall and a bump to the head, bruises on her body and a black eye. Mom remained in the hospital where every two weeks they would send her to the Oncologist to see if she was healthy enough for treatments. My Mom passed away on November 11 2016, surrounded by family and friends in Deep River and District Hospital, even without chemo/radiation and with all of the issues she experienced with infections she outlived the oncologists death sentence. I can only imagine that had she chosen any of the “Alternative Therapies” she would still be with us now.
With what I have experienced with my Parents and on my own with our Health Care System, I truly believe that something is broken. Somewhere along the line the focus was shifted from “Care and Well Being” to “send them on their way so they can come back”. Somewhere we’ve come up with the idea that newer is better, that man-made synthesized drugs are better for us than natural herbs and organic clean grown fruits and vegetables. We live in a society where we are taught from a very young age that Drs. know what is best, that medications will always save us and that we shouldn’t ask so many questions. If an organ within our bodies is unwell, instead of nurturing and healing we cut and burn it out, thinking with arrogance that we are better off without it. Tonsils, gallbladders and appendix are all thought of as expendable when they are one of our first defenses against illness and disease. Within today’s healthcare system if we see our Doctor because we have a headache we are prescribed a medication that will take away our headache, if we present with pain in our abdomen we are given medication to take the pain away. It seems our Health Care is constantly trying to silence our bodies alarms systems, instead of heeding the warning that something is not right and taking the time to look for the cause. At what cost do we silence the warnings? At what point does the prescribing end and the healing begin? Should we settle on our health by knowingly damaging organs with pain medications/radiations or chemo therapies and a multitude of antibiotics? Should patients feel pressured into treatments or given death sentences hidden with in life expectancy estimations? It makes me feel ill to write this but I truly believe that our “Health Care” has tuned into our “Health Industry” where the bottom line will always be the top dollar.
I can’t be the only person who has had these experiences, nor can I be the only one that believes there is a better way. I think it is possible to give “Care” without “Harm” and that knowledge will always lead to the right answer. I believe that the human body should be treated not with chemicals and poisons but with nature and love the way the body intended. I believe that each body is capable of healing and regeneration through detoxification and Nutrition and that in providing the ideal environment, a body can heal from even the most devastating disease or illness.