As lsraeli’s we immigrated to Canada thirty — two years ago and decided to become vegetarians, slowly eliminating meats, coffee sugar etc. We began taking vitamin and mineral supplements and before we were through, probably took every one on the market place. Fortunately 15 years ago, Sol attended Hippocrates since he was under enormous stress from his corporate job in the defense industry. He enthusiastically took a new lease on life and with contagious vigor brought it home. We broke our habitual patterns, began eating living food and stopped taking the chemical supplements and worked hard on our negative thinking. Since then we have returned on a yearly basis and at times have brought our children. We know this is the best investment that we have ever made and the life change program has enriched our family. With elevated body/mind/health we feel in a natural state of blissfulness that rewards us with a sense of calm.
It was September 2008 when I noticed a lump on my neck. I wasn’t experiencing any pain so I didn’t bother telling anyone. I continued with my life doing what I love?—?she decided to go to a place called Hippocrates Health Institute.playing soccer three times a week and coaching my son’s soccer team. I lead a busy life. I’m a mechanic with two repair shops. I’m also on the board of a monthly automotive training seminar. I didn’t say anything to anyone about the lump on my neck because I had to go to Italy for my brother’s wedding. Also, upon my return I would help set a new Guinness World Record for the longest indoor soccer game. The previous record was 30 hours and we completed 34 hours of playing. After the game I told my wife about my lump. She was upset. I went to the doctor and had a biopsy done. They removed my lymph node and found a cancer called follicular lymphoma. There were two more swollen lymph nodes in my abdomen and in my chest. I told a couple of my customers and one of them told me about a friend who had breast cancer.
Hippocrates Health Institute in Florida has changed my life and given me a future. For me, food was my first priority and since 1992 I had been looking along the lines of nutrition but no one dealt specifically with living food. If one had allergies or food intolerances, you were told what to give up but never what to replace it with, such as bread/wheat flour, which was one of my serious addictions.
Ever since I was a child I suffered from an upset stomach and I was unable to digest almost anything. It wasn't until I was about 50 years old that I was diagnosed with pancreatic divisum since birth, which only five percent of the population is diagnosed with and only one percent ever have symptoms. Apparently I was part of the one percent. I experienced a terrible burning sensation, like my pancreas was being squeezed and a knife was slowly twisting in my back. I went to the hospital six times in five months with chronic pancreatitis. I couldn't bear to live that way any longer, and reaching a breaking point, I was ready to try just about anything to get healthy. At six feet tall and weighing about 250 pounds, I had always been a poor eater and overweight.
Ft. Myers Beach — Three summers ago, Jasse Matasse’s life was at a standstill. Six months after marrying and founding “The Sanctuary: A Spiritual Church” she was bedridden with no hope of recovery. She went from a marathon runner to a wheelchair and fifteen medications lined her kitchen counter. It would be a year and a half before she had a diagnosis of fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue and lupus. It is almost impossible for anyone who hasn’t lived through it to understand the world that Jasse and others like her live in. Her account of the complete mental, physical, emotional and spiritual collapse caused by fibromyalgia was unheard-of years ago.
When Brian Clement, the Director of the Hippocrates Health Institute, asked me to write on the subject of recovery, my very first thought was "what else is there to write about?"
Tracy is a Hippocrates graduate and a living successful model for this program. Bedridden for two years with Epstein-Barr virus and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, she participated in the Hippocrates twenty-one day cleanse program, made a complete lifestyle change and was able to make herself well. She now is committed to helping others to heal themselves- Mind, Body & Spirit. As a psychotherapist on staff at Hippocrates she is responsible for supporting in-patient guests psychologically and emotionally through educational lectures, individual, group and art therapy classes.
It all started with a small rash on my arms and always feeling tired. Within 6 months I was diagnosed with a full blown case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, Mercury Toxicity and numerous allergies to foods and the environment. It was a very frightening time in my life. I could no longer work (I’m a nurse), and when I most needed to be financially solvent I was falling apart. I had dear friends and family who were helpful and supportive, but I knew it was up to me to pull my life together.
I was born during a blizzard in January of 1963when the world was in upheaval and people were challenging their traditional beliefs. It was the coldest winter on record. As I grew I became an athlete and was thought of as a promising gymnast. Slowly my focus became science and I ended up at the Royal Veterinary College in London. As most others I was consuming the typical British diet. For many years I suffered the wrath of eczema and therefore I used steroids. By chance, I viewed a television program that spoke of the connection this disease may have to dairy food consumption. In short order I took them out of my menu and for the first time began to realize there was a relationship between diet and health. As a young veterinarian, I began putting in long hours and though I was slim and fit, strong and healthy, my 12 hour workdays with no break began to take its toll. My weight was down to 44 kilos (90 pounds) and my white blood cells were literally non-existent. My immune system had crashed and physicians had diagnosed me with advanced muscular degeneration. My complete diagnosis was Epstein-Barr virus (chronic-fatigue syndrome). Physicians advised that I take off at least one month which was not possible with my heavy workload. Although pharmaceutical drugs were suggested my chemistry training allowed me to know there was nothing that would be effective. I began my own search for recovery. My first step was to consume a diet of fresh fruit and vegetables, within a short time my slow return to health began. Before I new it was eating 10 servings of fruits or vegetables each day. I slowly adopted exercise which at first was a joke as I had little to no energy. My muscles could not support me. I began by using a treadmill for 1 minute then 2 and within months I entered 5 mile road race and completed it in 40 minutes. That very month my blood was retested for the virus and the report came back completely normal. My attending physician was disinterested and I am sad to say that 5 years later he suffered a massive heart attack.
After 5 years of debilitation from CFS, I arrived at Hippocrates on my 22ndbirthday, feeling more like a defeated old woman than the vibrant young achiever I had once been. The doctor who diagnosed CFS had only offered an indefinite prescription of pain killers and sleeping pills for the “illness I would now have for the rest of my life.” At first thought, “I’m young, I’m already a vegetarian—I can beat this.” Yet once a continual cycle of relapses began forming a painfully predictable pattern, I saw myself slowly letting go of dreams I once had for myself. I felt as if I had lost half of my purpose in life, and, by the time my mother discovered Hippocrates, I was spiraling into the worst relapse I’d had since my illness began. I had no ‘fight’ left and figured I had nothing to lose. Hippocrates was my last hope.
Life is full of pivotal moments in which we, individually, decide how we will react, learn and adapt from both good and bad events that take place. Interestingly enough, I have difficulty recalling the day, month or even the exact year that one such event took place in my life. Perhaps it was because I was in so much physical pain, anguish, and weakness that it was all that I could do to get through the next few minutes, let alone be conscious of the day of the week. But more likely I can’t recall the “when” because it occurred during the common occurrence of watching the late night news.