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My story begins in
2004. A CAT scan showed that I had a very large mass on the right
side of my brain. I was diagnosed with a brain tumour! I could not
believe it. To make matters worse, I needed immediate surgery.
We waited two days to
see the neurosurgeon. The doctor wanted to take sections of my tumour
for a biopsy. My husband, Stuart, told them there was no way he would
allow this procedure. Next think we knew, I was dismissed from St.
Mary’s Hospital.
By this time, I was
having difficulty speaking and was suffering from terrible headaches.
I could barely walk and had blurry vision. I also could not write.
All my motor skills were not functioning, and I lost the ability to
maintain bladder control.
Faced with this dead
end, my husband and I discussed alternatives. We needed something
immediate and close, so we called the Hippocrates Health Institute
and spoke to the director, Brian Clement. We all know that I was
going to need surgery as soon as we could find a doctor to do it. Dr.
Clement urged me to change my eating habits immediately. This meant
no more coffee with hazelnut cream, no sugar, no flour, very little
fruit, no meat, no chicken, no fish. Only raw living food, lots of
wheat grass, green drinks, lots of sprouts, and water with lemon. I
had to make a major change in the way that I ate in order to save
myself.
Several months later, I
had my surgery at the National Institutes of Health (NIH) in
Bethesda, Maryland. It lasted seven hours, and I lost seven pints of
blood. The size of my atypical meningioma brain tumor was close to
four pounds (the size of a grapefruit). My recovery time was five
days in the hospital plus two days as an outpatient.
When we got home from
the hospital, the first thing we did was buy a juicer to make my
wheat grass and green drinks. I started buying sprouts and wheat grass
and even started growing my own.
Two months later, I
started feeling tired and my head was hurting again, so I had an MRI
with contrast. They found two small tumours in my brain. Then my
husband and I flew up the National Institutes of Health and had
another MRI with contrast. The doctors found one small tumour.
Since I had an
aggressive brain tumor, the doctors wanted to do immediate radiation
on my brain for six weeks, once a day. I know what the effects of
radiation would bring – and I know that I would have a malignant
tumour five to twenty-five years later somewhere else in my body.
Stuart and I agreed that we would take an alternative route. After my
surgery, I was consistent with the Hippocrates Program at first, but
as time when on, I slowly started to slack off by not juicing every
day. Also, I started to eat the wrong types of food more frequently.
We spoke to Dr. Clement
again, and he recommended no fruits, no carrots, no dairy, and
absolutely no sugar. He then asked me if I had an ironing board, and
I said, “Yes, why?” He wanted me to put my head on the floor and
raise my legs on the ironing board, leaning up against the couch
twice a day for fifteen minutes so the blood would rush to my head
and help with the healing process.
Knowing that Dr.
Clement know his stuff, I was willing to do whatever he asked of me.
I was afraid of what could happen if I did not stick to the plan. I
also went to an acupuncturist for two months, used aggressive Chinese
herbs, wore a magnetic headband, drank green drinks and wheat grass
juice, and ate lots of different kinds of sprouts several times a day
as well as other types of raw living food.
In November 2005, the
week before I was supposed to start radiation, I kept stalling; I did
not feel the need for radiation. I called my neurosurgeon and asked
him for one more MRI with contrast. I told him that if anything
showed up, I would go through radiation without a word. I got my
wish. I know in my heart there would be nothing there. They did
another MRI with contrast , and the finding showed no more tumors, no
blood clots, no more haemorrhaging. All the doctors could say was
that I did not need radiation. In May 2006, we went to the NIH for my
three-month check-up. I had another MRI with contrast. The white
matter disease was gone. I had made it through.
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