A few years back I was working for a bank in Paris. I had been interested in natural health for a long time thus reading many books, and attending several courses on natural therapies. While in Quebec, I came across the work of Ann Wigmore. The book was different from what I had read before and somehow immediately spoke to me. Ann’s work was not well known in France in those days and finding information was not easy. Later I decided to study naturopathy and attended a conference held by Brian Clement in Paris in Nov. 2000 which heightened my interest in the Hippocrates philosophy.
I have been coming to Hippocrates for 10 years. This article would be much longer if I would express my feelings for Brian, Anna Maria, Wilbur, Hansa and all other therapists and staff members whom I have known for these past many years.
I was born in St. Louis, Missouri but now reside in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida and have been here for many years. I have had a long and successful career as an attorney, most of it being spent in New York City. Several years ago the physicians diagnosed me with prostate cancer and I was alerted to the immediate need for an invasive surgery, given that the cancer could spread to the bone. They said if I did not have the operation immediately I would die. This occurred in June so I took a strong drug and scheduled the operation for September. Before this occurrence, I had read about Hippocrates in health magazines and decided to attend the program. Immediately I embraced the Hippocrates life style and strictly adhered to the diet and exercise routine. One year later I returned to the physicians for a biopsy and was told the cancer had disappeared. My PSA went from 7 to 1, cholesterol from 250 to 188 and my weight went from 212 pounds to 178 and I have been staying on the living food program for years, I hold Hippocrates responsible for all the health and longevity with which I am blessed. I recommend this lifestyle to anyone who wants to heal a disease or improve his or her life.
My childhood was surrounded by a nurturing and supportive family, eating what I believed was a healthy diet: whole wheat bread, cold cut meat sandwiches, hot dogs, and pizza ”but no pop” with an occasional few mouthfuls of salad. However, everything changed when I left home for the first time to attend college in 1998. My diet and lifestyle became that of a rock star, without the rock and roll. I knew in my heart that my choices were not making me happy and ultimately destroying my health. Strictly for ethical reasons, one day I stopped eating animal products. However, choosing to avoid eating flesh created a major dilemma about what I was going to eat. I dabbled in macrobiotics and a cooked grain and legume-based diet mainly focused on soy, thinking it was a safe and effective alternate source of protein. My health began to deteriorate right before my eyes. Thus began my journey into the abundance of information and misinformation in natural health, longevity and spiritual wholeness. At 25 years old, I decided to study at Hippocrates. It was indeed a blessing. My level of health increased dramatically to the point where I was able to accomplish anything I set out to. Due to the knowledge and expertise I gained at Hippocrates, I was able to look within myself and find happiness.
As I travel the world lecturing about health, I use the principles from Hippocrates Health Institute (HHI) to help people heal and strengthen their bodies from illnesses, diseases and cancer. When I first went to HHI 19 years ago, I remember Brian Clement telling me that food doesn't heal the body; the body heals itself. We just need to give the body what it needs.
A third of a century ago, I began thinking in earnest about the fact that far too many apparently healthy individuals were dying or badly damaged by heart attacks, strokes, cancer, and a long list of maladies. I wanted to know why some of us are standing and others not.
I had reached a point in my life where I was physically, mentally, and spiritually bankrupt, I realized I needed a complete overhaul, having been addicted to alcohol, drugs, sugar and hyper-stimulation along with a wide variety of physical infirmities. If my life was not in chaos I didn’t feel secure. Stress was my motto. On my way to a final crash my mother’s voice of love and reason cried out that I should attend Hippocrates Health Institute. With great hope I walked into the doors. I have finally learned that everything that happened in life that bothered me was more about my perception and reaction to them than what I formerly believed. I have maintained the program for the past three years during which time my weight has regulated, a lump disappeared, the polyp on my vocal chord is almost non-existent. My surgery for gingivitis was no longer necessary and my hypoglycemia has come under control. Last year, feeling renewed, I graduated from the Health Educator Course and have now dedicated my life to teaching people about living foods and benefits of the Hippocrates lifestyle. One of my endeavors has been to create a wheatgrass and sprout farm in Webster, Florida, near Tampa. Thank you Hippocrates, now I have the love and serenity in life that I had been searching for.
I was born in Baltimore, Maryland May 13th, 1921. My mom passed away when I was 6 years old, leaving my father to raise four boys by himself. I was the oldest. My dad was unable to provide for all of us, so he gave two of my brothers to an aunt and uncle to raise.
In 1998, at 53 years old, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. To me, this meant death. My head was swirling with fear and I didn't know what to do. My gynecologist suggested I take hormones without even considering the danger they posed to my health. At the time, I was not very well-versed on nutrition or health and had never heard about living food. The doctors gave me a choice between chemotherapy and surgery, and I decide on having a mastectomy since I did not feel 100 percent confident in the side effects of chemotherapy, especially when considering the fact that they never know if all the cancerous cells are being killed.
Twenty years under my belt as a nutritional and functional medicine practitioner is quite an accomplishment after being diagnosed in 1984 with malignant meningioma, a type of brain tumor, followed by genetic osteosarcoma, or bone cancer, ten years later. I developed a sink or swim mentality as my very existence hung by a thread. I was cautioned that I would survive only a few years with far shorter estimations made over time, but I chose to fight back with every ounce of energy I could muster. I had to make significant changes. I began to heal my body through proper nutrition and self education. I spent many years researching what could be done from many angles and became aware there was much more to understand regarding nutrition as it relates to cancer and other life threatening diseases. I had to rebuild my body's ability to fight this disease for itself.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1992 when I was 45 years old, and decided to have a mastectomy immediately followed by reconstruction. At the time, I was a single mother with a home and company which I managed on my own. After the surgery, my life returned to "normal" rather quickly and without any deeper thoughts of what just transpired. Eleven years later, I felt something was not physically right with me, so I underwent several blood tests, but my doctor found no conclusive evidence of anything unusual. One month later I still had a shaking feeling in my body and returned to the doctor. Again, there was no evidence of anything wrong in my blood. I tried eating salt and sugar thinking it was my blood sugar, and that helped a little. Yet another month passed and I still knew something was wrong. I decided to take more initiative with my doctor and insisted on taking other tests.
My visit to Northwestern University in Chicago about 14 years ago was a trip I wish I did not have to take. The highly competent physician sat down with me and announced that I had aggressive breast cancer and with treatments may only have 6 months to live. Needless to say I picked up the thousands of pieces I had instantly become and almost like a zombie made my way back home. Devastated, confused and certainly heart-broken I started to discuss this shocking news with my two young children and friends. It was clear to me from the outset that the diagnosis and prognosis was not hopeful and I must, in spite of the fact it had not historically been possible for me to take total charge and try to bring about what most physicians would call a miracle a necessity to be able to move forward.
In early 1990 I was diagnosed with terminal bone marrow cancer. Luckily my brother Harvey, who had written “Fit for Life”, answered my pleas for sympathy with: “Stop crying and get a grip on yourself. Take responsibility for your own life away from the so-called God-like doctors, and start to really learn about health!”
It’s hard to believe! Twenty-five years ago at the age of twenty-three I bought a pizzeria with a down payment of a 1974 Thunderbird. The business grew rapidly, in the next two years the building was remodeled and a liquor license purchased. Being so young there seemed to be no end to what could be accomplished. I certainly had not considered my health or how I might be destroying myself in the next couple of decades with the easy access to the liquor, I became a full-blown alcoholic. I repeatedly entered into rehabilitation programs at the cost of thousands of dollars. Finally I sold everything and moved to Florida to change my lifestyle, which, of course, didn’t work.