On February 19, 2009 an event took place at our Montessori school in Canada that was the culmination of my experiences at Hippocrates.
In 1994 I was running my own post-production film company with a stomach that hadn’t stopped hurting in years and I was ready for a change. My local health store suggested I come to hear a woman speak about wheatgrass, which sparked my immediate interest and I slowly began adopting the Hippocrates program. Within days my stomach ailment disappeared. A year later, Brian Clement spoke in Toronto after which I moved closer to the living foods and felt the rewards.
On a cold winter’s day, driving on I-95 between Rhode Island and Connecticut, I was involved in a devastating accident when my car was struck by an oil tanker. The rescue workers believed that I was at death’s door as they wheeled my broken body to the ambulance and rushed me to the hospital.
Immediately before graduating college in May of 2001, I started to show signs of jaundice. During the next two weeks, the itching became severe and I started making the rounds of doctors. After two weeks and three physicians and innumerable tests resulting in no concrete diagnosis, I was admitted to a hospital in Phoenix, Arizona where a second sonogram showed a stricture approximately 2c long in my common bile duct. This stricture had blocked the flow of bile and caused my bilirubin count (a yellow pigment consisting of bile salt, produced by the liver) to skyrocket. A stent was placed to keep the duct open and allow the flow of bile. For a few days I felt better.
Well, just like many others before me, I can say that illness brought me to raw food. I spent over 2 years trying to work with numerous doctors to get a diagnosis for myself All I knew was that whatever I put into my mouth caused me severe stomach pain and debilitating diarrhea. I spent years going from doctor to doctor, general practitioner, gastroenterologist, endocrinologist, etc. But no one could Figure out what was happening to my body: After numerous tests came out negative, I was told I probably had Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) and was given medicine to help me live with it; however, the medicines side effect caused not just drowsiness but actual sleep. This was not an answer for someone with two young children. I decided to find another ways.