CHAPTER 8

We are bringing to your attention two groups of cancer heroes. These cancer heroes, except as noted, were all alive and well and cancer-free in 1986.1 unplugged my computer the 30th of August, 1986, and closed the doors on the Kelley program. Many of these heroes lived many more years, but for the most part I lost track of them. A large number are still alive and well. I have talked to some in 1997.1 feel many others will contact me when they find this booklet. The number of years being cancer-free listed in this booklet for each of the individual patients are listed in two groups:

GROUP I were contacted by Dr. Carol A. Morrison, M.D., F.A.C.C. and Dr. Kelley in late 1986. Group I patients were also written up by Nick Gonzalez. He spent five years of serious investigation and review of Dr. Kelley's patients medical records for technical publication, under the direction of former president of Sloan Kettering Institute, Dr. Robert Good. Of the thousands of cancer patients available, they narrowed the group down to 1,000 original patients who could meet the high standards of this study. Of the 1,000 qualified patients, they chose 50 to be written up. The 50 patients represented 25 types of cancer, half of which were diagnosed at major medical centers such as the Mayo Clinic, Sloan-Kettering Institute and others. The results of this study were extraordinary. 

Dr. Kelley chose six of these 50 cases to present to you in this booklet:

HODGKIN'S DISEASE

Hodgkin's disease is a moderately rare cancer of the lymphocyte system and associated organs that claimed 1,500 lives in 1987.

Physicians classify this malignancy by a claimed 1,500 system of four "stages" (l-IV). Stage I represents early, localized disease; stage IV defines advanced, widely disseminated cancer involving many organs of the body. Stage II and III include more intermediate forms. Physicians further categorize Hodgkin's disease by the letters "a" and "b". The designation "a" refers to patients without symptoms. The letter "b" identifies patients with symptoms such as fevers, chills, night sweats, and fatigue. Hodgkin's if untreated, is often rapidly fatal. "A single series of untreated patients reported by Croft in 1941," writes Devita, head of the National Cancer Institute, "leads us to believe that the course of patients with Hodgkin's disease, if left untreated, regardless of the stage, is brief, measured in 1 to 2 years. In that series, the median survival was less than 1 year and most patients were dead by year 2, with fewer than 5% alive after 5 years." At present, the "MOPP" chemotherapy regimen is the most widely recommended treatment for Hodgkin's. This protocol employs four drugs - mitogen mustard, Oncovin (vincristine), procarbazine and prednisone - given once every twenty-eight days for at least six months. As Devita explains, "Unless chemotherapy is contraindicated for medical reasons, all patients treated with MOPP and other combinations should be given a minimum of six cycles (a dose) or as many cycles as needed to achieve a complete remission, plus additional cycles to consolidate the remission….."2. With protocols such as thus, at least 50% of all patients will survive five years.

MICHAEL MORELAND

Mr. Michael Moreland is a 37-year-old man from Washington State alive nine years since diagnosed with Hodgkin's disease. In late 1977, Mr. Moreland developed mild fatigue and a tender swelling in his neck that rapidly increased in size. In January of 1978 he consulted his family physician, who suspected a low-grade infection and prescribed a course of Penicillin therapy. With treatment, the swelling did decrease slightly over a period of a week, but then worsened. In addition, Mr. Moreland began experiencing drenching night sweats as well as sharp pain in the upper part of his chest. Several weeks later, Mr. Moreland returned to his physician. A chest X-ray revealed a large upper mediastinal mass, and laboratory studies were significant for an elevated white blood count of 21,000 (upper limit of normal 10,000). Because of these findings, on February 6, 1978 Mr. Moreland entered Vancouver Memorial Hospital in Vancouver, Washington. On admission, Mr. Moreland was noted to have extensive lymphadenopathy in the cervical area, described in the records as "a very large mass present in the left side of the neck with some surrounding smaller masses also present There were some more discrete masses on the right side as well, measuring up to 3 to 4 centimeters in diameter. There is a bilateral auxiliary adenopathy present." The following day, Mr. Moreland went to surgery for biopsy of the neck mass, and was then discharged from the hospital after the procedure. Subsequent evaluation of the tissue specimen confirmed an aggressive form of Hodgkin's disease, well-described in the official pathology report: "There is no question that nodules are being formed in this lymph node but in many areas the picture is more than a mixed cellularity type and there are remarkably large collections composed mainly of malignant reticulohitiocytic cells with lymphocyte depletion..." With a diagnosis of Hodgkin's confirmed, Mr. Moreland was readmitted to Vancouver Memorial on February 13 for additional tests. A chest X-ray showed "mediastinal adenopathy which is a little more pronounced on the right. There is evidence of.. bilateral cervical nodes..." And a lymphangiogram, a dye study of the abdominal lymph node system, demonstrated extensive disease, as summarized in the records: "Abnormal lymphangiogram due to enlarged modes caused by Hodgkin's disease at L2, L3 and probably along the right iliac chain.'

On February 13, Moreland underwent a staging laparotomy - exploratory abdominal surgery - and removal of his spleen, a procedure often performed in patient's with Hodgkin's. Although the spleen was free of disease, a periaortic lymph node was positive for cancer. At the same time, a bone marrow biopsy was attempted, but the specimen could not be conclusively analyzed. Mr. Moreland was told he suffered advanced Hodgkin's disease, officially recorded as "Hodgkin's disease, nodular sclerosed type, stage Ill B." His doctors advised that aggressive multi-agent chemotherapy was the only hope for prolonged survival, and proposed their standard six-month, six-cycle course of MOPP. Mr. Moreland agreed to the treatment, which he began in late February as an outpatient at the Vancouver Clinic.

After the first round of drugs, Mr. Moreland became extremely weak, fatigued, and anorexic. His symptoms did improve over a two week period, but while undergoing the second cycle, Mr. Moreland became severely ill. He did struggle through a third course, but felt so debilitated he decided to discontinue chemotherapy. The attending physician warned Mr. Moreland that without appropnate treatment, he would quickly die, and suggested a six month course of radiation as an alternative. Mr. Moreland accepted the plan and in late May received his first dose of cobalt to the chest.

Once again Mr. Moreland became ill, and in mid-July, after receiving a total of 4060 rads to the chest and upper abdomen, Mr. Moreland refused further treatment. At the same time, he was not believed to be cancer-free: According to Mr. Moreland, his doctors warned that he would die within a year, unless he agreed to additional therapy.

Mr. Moreland did not change his mind. Instead, after investigating alternative approaches to cancer, he met with Dr. Kelley in late July and shortly thereafter began the Kelley program. Within a month, he noticed improved energy and well being, and within a year, he says he felt better than he had for a decade.

Mr. Moreland followed the full regimen for three years, and today, nine years since his diagnosis, he remains in excellent health. He also has two healthy children, currently, aged four and six; this is unusual, since MOPP chemotherapy causes sterility in a majority of male patients. Despite his abbreviated courses of both chemotherapy and radiation, I believe Mr. Moreland is a relatively simple case to evaluate. Although there are, in the medical literature, several documented instances of patients with advanced Hodgkin's enjoying prolonged survival after incomplete treatment with MOPP such cases are extremely rare. While he did undergo radiotherapy, all of it was directed to his chest and upper abdomen. His extensive lower abdominal and pelvic tumors were never irradiated.

In summary, Mr. Moreland suffered Stage III B Hodgkin's disease, treated with partial courses of chemotherapy and radiation. When first seen by Dr. Kelley, he was clinically debilitated and not, according to his doctors, in remission; it seems reasonable to attribute this patient's prolonged survival and current good health to his nutritional protocol.

SCOTT STIRLING

Mr. Stirling is a 36-year-old Canadian, alive 15 years since developing Hodgkin's disease. In January of 1971, Mr. Stirling noticed a swelling on the left side of his neck.

He consulted his local physician who believed the lesion to be a benign cyst, and no additional evaluation was recommended.

Over the following year, the swelling fluctuated in size. Finally, when his neck enlarged dramatically in June of 1972, Mr. Stirling returned to his doctor, and was

admitted to Reddy Memorial Hospital in Toronto. Mr. Stirling subsequently went to surgery for removal of the presumed cyst. However, the mass proved to be a matted collection of cancerous lymph nodes, fifteen of which were found positive for nodular sclerosing Hodgkin's disease.

Mr. Stirling was transferred to Princess Margaret Hospital for further study and treatment. Serial X-rays of the mediastinum (mid-chest) showed no evidence of metastatic disease, but additional X-rays confirmed extension of cancer throughout the pelvis, described in the radiology report as "...filling defects with dilated intranodal and peripheral sinusoids in the paraortic nodes on the left. These changes are typical of early involvement by Hodgkin's disease."

A bone scan demonstrated abnormalities in the pelvic region consistent with metastases, summarized as "Increased deposition of activity in the left side of the pelvis and the left sacroiliac joint. Appearance suggests the possibility of an abnormality of this site."

A liver-spleen scan revealed an enlarged spleen, and a liver infiltrated with tumor. The records describe "appearances on the anterior and right lateral scans are strongly suggestive of the presence of a space occupying lesion located in the anterior right lobe (of the liver) - There is also poor concentration of activity within the left lobe, suggesting the presence of an extensive infiltrating lesion. The spleen is moderately enlarged."

The standard six-month, six-cycle MOPP chemotherapy protocol was recommended. After agreeing to the treatment plan, Mr. Stirling received his first round of MOPP as an inpatient on June 30, 1972. He tolerated the chemotherapy without significant side effects, and was discharged from the hospital in early July. But alter the second course of drugs, Mr. Stirling developed severe weakness, fatigue and anorexia. He did eventually recover, and returned to the hospital for a third round of MOPP in late August. While being treated, Mr. Stirling again became very ill, and insisted the chemotherapy be stopped. At the time of discharge several days later, he was told he most probably would not live a year.

Mr. Stirling then began a long automobile trip through the United States. In September of 1972, while staying with friends in Arizona, he quite by chance learned of Dr. Kelley's work. Several days later, he was on the road again, heading for Dallas and an appointment with Dr. Kelley. Within a week, Mr. Stirling had begun the full regimen.

Shortly after, the lymph nodes in his neck and auxiliary regions suddenly enlarged. Dr. Kelley was unconcerned, and only advised Mr. Stirling to continue the protocol. Over a period of months, the swelling regressed, and today, 15 years alter his diagnosis, he still follows the Kelley Program, remains cancer-free and is in excellent health. Although a single course of MOPP can cause sterility, Mr. Stirling now has two children of his own and a third by marriage.

In summary, Mr. Stirling suffered widely metastatic, stage IV Hodgkin's disease. After an abbreviated course of MOPP, the disease recurred explosively. However, Mr. Stirling's cancer went into remission, apparently for good, as he pursued only the Kelley Program. Update February 1997: Scott and Family are doing fine, cancer free, healthy and happy in San Diego.

Mr. Philip Bonfigho is a 52 year-old man from Ohio, who has survived 13 years since his diagnosis of metastatic squamous cell carcinoma of the lung.

In early 1974, Mr. Bonfigho, a heavy smoker, developed a persistent upper respiratory infection and cough. He consulted his family doctor, who prescribed a course of antibiotic therapy.

Despite the treatment, the symptoms only worsened, and in March Mr. Bonfigho returned to his physician. At that time a chest X-ray revealed a 3 centimeter (cm). mass in the upper lobe of the right lung.

Mr. Bonfigho was admitted to Akron City Hospital on April 7, 1974, and the following day went for exploratory chest surgery. He was found to have a large inoperable tumor in the right lung that had metastasized to many lymph nodes. These findings are clearly described in the operative note: "A tumor approximately 4 cm in greatest diameter was found in the periphery of the posterior segment of the right upper lobe (of the lung). In the area below the azygos vein were multiple nodes which extended posteriorly up along the vena cave and acquired a maximum diameter of about 3.5 cm.... Because of the massive involvement of the mediastinum, curative resection was not feasible..."

Evaluation of a biopsy specimen confirmed "Poorly differentiated carcinoma consistent with squamous cell type..." In addition, all lymph nodes removed at surgery were positive for metastatic disease.

Mr. Bonfigho's doctors recommended a course of cobalt radiation treatment, which he began while still hospitalized. Nevertheless, he was told that even with such treatment, his chances of surviving one year were dim.

In the discharge summary, the attending physician wrote "...the patient, due to the metastatic nature of this carcinoma does have a poor prognosis.

Mr. Bonfigho completed the suggested regimen of 5000 rads to the lungs as an outpatient. When the tumors continued to grow despite the radiation, a course of intensive chemotherapy was proposed. But since his disease was believed incurable, Mr. Bonfigho refused all further orthodox treatment. Instead, Mr. Bonfigho decided to investigate unconventional cancer therapies. He soon learned of Kelley, consulted with him and began the Kelley program in late spring.

Over a several month period, his persistent respiratory symptoms resolved, and within a year, Mr. Bonfigho says he felt better than he had for a decade.

Today, 13 years alter his diagnosis, Mr. Bonfigho still follows his nutritional protocol and is in excellent health with no sign of his once metastatic disease.

Squamous cell carcinoma of the lung is one of the most deadly of cancers. The five-year survival rate for patients with stage III disease, regardless of treatment, is less than 5%. (1) Stanely reports a median survival of only 24-27 weeks in 32 symptomatic patients such as Mr. Bonfigho with unrespectable tumors.(2)

In summary, Mr. Bonfigho suffered inoperable, metastatic lung cancer which did not respond to a course of cobalt therapy.

It therefore seems appropriate to attribute this patient's long-term survival to the Kelley program.

References

1. Devita, VT, et al. Cancer - Principles and Practice of Oncology. Philadelphia; J.B. Kippincott Company, 1982, page 409

2. Stanley, KE. "prognostic Factors for Survival in Patients with Inoperable Lung Cancer." Journal of the National Cancer Institute 65:25-32,1980.

Mr. Robert Beesley is a 67 year-old man from Iowa who has survived nearly 12 years since his diagnosis of metastatic colon cancer.

In mid-1975, Mr. Beesley first became fatigued, and developed severe constipation alternating with episodes of watery diarrhea. Some months later, after noticing bright red blood in his stool, he consulted his family physician who referred him for tests at a local clinic.

At that time, a barium enema revealed a large, 5.7 cm. mass in the right colon, which was believed to be consistent with cancer.

On July 7, 1975, Mr. Beesley was admitted to Iowa Methodist medical center for further evaluation. A liver-spleen scan was Positive for a "suspicious defect of the left lobe of the liver," measuring approximately 2.5 centimetres in diameter.

Other studies, however, including chest X-rays, showed no sign of metastatic disease. The following day Mr. Beesley went to surgery for removal of the right half of his large intestine.

In addition to the colon tumor, he was found to have unresectable metastases in both lobes of the liver, described in the operative note as "two lesions in the liver, one in the right and one in the left lobe of the liver. The right one was larger than the left, measuring about 2 by 2 cms..."

Review of the specimen confirmed a fulminant grade III Adenocarcinoma extending into the adjacent tissues, as described in the formal pathology report:

"The rectal pouch is filled with bulky ulcerated neoplasm, which is almost completely circumferential measuring 10 by 6 by 2 cm.

Tumor infiltrates directly into the contiguous mesentery (the tissues adjacent to the large intestine) -" Mr. Beesley was told he might live three to six months, at most.

The attending physicians, believing him beyond cure, recommended neither chemotherapy nor radiation.

After leaving the hospital on July 21, 1975, Mr. Beesley decided to investigate unorthodox approaches to cancer. Later that summer, he learned of Dr. Kelley, consulted with him and began the Kelley program.

Mr. Beesley continued the full Kelley regimen for seven years before tapering down to a maintenance program which he still follows. Today, despite the initial terminal prognosis, he is in excellent health and cancer-free. Although he has not been formally evaluated since his original surgery 12 years ago, Mr. Beesley believes his continued survival is proof enough of his cure. Colon cancer, when metastatic to the liver, is invariably rapidly fatal.

Pestana and colleagues at the Mayo Clinic report a mean survival of only 9.0 months in 353 patients presented with liver involvement. (1)

In similar studies, Bengmark describes an average survival of only 7.8 months (2), and Morris a median survival of 11.4 months (3).

Obviously. Mr. Beesley's progress represents a most unusual outcome for this disease.

As a footnote to this case, the author was surprised to learn that supporters of Lawrence Burton, an unconventional therapist with a clinic in the Bahamas, had been advertising Mr. Beesley as a "Burton success." When I mentioned these reports to Mr. Beesley, he explained that he received several weeks of Burton therapy in the fall of 1975- after he had already improved significantly on the Kelley program.

Furthermore, Mr. Beesley claims he never finished the prescribed protocol, and never received any further treatment from Burton. Mr. Beesley himself attributes his recovery to his many years on the Kelley regimen and not to Burton.

Unfortunately, I have found over the years that many unorthodox therapists repeatedly claim Dr. Kelley's long-term patients as their own; misrepresentation obviously does not help cancer patients.

References

1. Pestana, C., et al. "The Natural History of Carcinoma of the Colon and Rectum." American Journal of Surgery 108:826-829, 1964.

2. Bengmark, S. and Hafstrom, L. "The Natural History of Primary and Secondary Malignant Tumors of the Liver." Cancer 23:198-202, 1969.

3. Morris, MJ et al. "Hepatic Metastases from Colorectal Carcinoma." Aust.& New Zealand Journal of Surgery 47:365-368, 1977.

Mrs. Sonia Nemethy is a 53-year-old woman alive more than 17 years since diagnosed with breast carcinoma.

Mrs. Nemethy first noticed a painless mass in her right breast in 1970. After biopsy studies confirmed infiltrating carcinoma, she went to surgery for a right radical mastectomy at St. Anthony's Hospital in Florida.

Mrs. Nemethy was belied, cured, and received no further treatment at that time. In 1973, alter a second tumor developed in the left breast, Mrs. Namethy returned to St. Anthony's and underwent a left radical mastectomy for what proved to be infiltrating carcinoma.

Mrs. Nemethy was again assumed to be cured, but over the following year, her health gradually deteriorated. She suffered fatigue, lethargy and bouts of depression persisting for months at a time.

In mid-1974, Mrs. Nemethy also developed pain along the length of the vertebral column and into the right shoulder.

By late 1974, the pain was so severe at times she was unable to dress or walk. Although Mrs. Nemethy consulted her physicians repeatedly, an evaluation was not pursued. Finally, in May of 1975, at Mrs. Nemethy's insistence, her doctor arranged for a series of spinal x4ays.

These studies revealed an obvious abnormality in the fifth lumbar segment, described as "indicative of osteolytic metastasis disease."

On May 28, 1975, Mrs. Nemethy returned to surgery for a bilateral oophorectomy (removal of both ovaries), a procedure doctors hoped would slow the growth of the tumor and ease her bone pain. Despite the surgery, Mrs. Nemethy was told she probably would not live out the year.

In desperation, alter leaving the hospital on May 31, Mrs. Nemethy decided to investigate alternative cancer therapies.

She quickly learned of Kelley, consulted with him and began the Kelley prograrn in the summer of 1975.

Within six months, the persistent pain and depression completely resolved. Furthermore, a bone scan performed at the end 1975 showed some improvement, and a third bone scan from mid-1976, was completely normal.

Today, 12 years alter her last episode with cancer, Mrs. Nemethy still follows the Kelley program and is in excellent condition.

As discussed previously, the five-year survival rate at that time for patients with metastatic breast cancer approaches 0% regardless of therapy. And oophorectomy, which may lead to symptomatic improvement in this group is not curative. As Hellman writes:

"in patients whose tumors are estrogen dependent the procedure can be expected to induce a regression lasting 9 months to 12 months. In unselected series (of patients) almost 30% to 40% of patients will respond... Prophylactic castration (ovary removal) following mastectomy does not decrease the potential relapse rate or prolong the survival of those who relapse..."(l)

In summary, this patient developed evidence of metastases after successive mastectomies for recurring breast carcinoma. Although she did undergo oophorectomy, Mrs. Nemethy continued to deteriorate after the procedure. Her extensive disease and many symptoms resolved only alter she began the Kelley Program.

References

1. Devita, VT, et al. Cancer - Principles and Practice of Oncology. Philadelphia  J.B. Kippincott Company, 1982, page 945.

Mrs. Wojt. is a 47-year-old woman from New Jersey alive 10 years since her diagnosis of stomach carcinoma.

Before her bout with cancer, Mrs. Wojt had a long history at general poor health and chronic digestive problems. In 1974, she first experienced episodes of severe abdominal pain that usually occurred between meals, and were relieved by eating. Over the following three years, her symptoms gradually worsened, although she was not normally evaluated until spring of 1977. At that time, a barium swallow revealed a tumor, described in an official report as a "suspicious lesion in the fundus and cardiac of the stomach."

Mrs. Wojt was referred to a gastroenterologist, who biopsied the suspect tissue during endoscopy (examination of the stomach with a flexible tube inserted down the esophagus). After review, the specimen was identified as a carcinoma.

Mrs. Wojt was admitted to Patterson General Hospital on April 17, the following day, she went to surgery (or a radical subtotal gastrectomy, which is resection of most of the stomach). The tumor had akeady metastasized into the surrounding tissues and lymph nodes; the final pathology report describes "Adenocarcinoma of the stomach with metastases to the gastrocolic nodes and omentum."

Mrs. Wojt was told she most likely would not live a year. Nevertheless, alter leaving Patterson Hospital in late April, she was referred to the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York for possible experimental treatment. But Mrs. Wojt, who already knew of Dr. Kelley's work, decided to refuse all orthodox therapy. Instead, that same month she consulted Dr. Kelley and began the full Kelley program. Mrs. Wojt followed her nutritional regimen for five years. At present, ten years after her diagnosis, she is in excellent health, apparently cured of her once metastatic disease. According to Mrs. Wojt, her doctors are "dumfounded" by her prolonged survival.

Mrs. Wojt is indeed a remarkable case. The five-year survival rate for patients with metastatic stomach cancer is close to zero - even with aggressive therapy. Mrs. Wojt received neither chemotherapy nor radiation after her surgery, and chose to follow only the Kelley program.

Group II

Group II were collected and written up in 1982 by Mr. Fred Rohe for his book Metabolic Ecology. They are presented in the patients' own words, and include Dr. Kelley's spontaneous thoughts recorded immediately upon reading them. Mr. Rohe selected 24 patients of the thousands available. For this booklet we have presented 11 of these for your review.

At age 61, this lawyer, blessed with a lovely wife and eight children, was diagnosed at Ochsner Clinic, New Orleans, as having acute myelogenous leukemia. My friends at Ochsner Clinic opined that the condition was terminal and that I had at best a few months and at worst a few days to live.

Following three courses of Cytosar and Thiogunine at the Clinic (from October 7,

1977, through about mid-December 1977), I fortunately had a remission. I was to continue with maintenance therapy which the medics told me would, at best, improve the quality of life. There was slim, if any, hope for recovery.

Dr. Kelley's book miraculously came to my wife's attention. We visited him in Washington in December, 1977. We were enthusiastic and got on the program and experienced dramatic improvement. The idea that you treat the body, or host, and not the symptoms was so intellectually stimulating and sensible, I wondered why my medical friends and my doctor son could not understand and why they discouraged and belittled my efforts. I very shortly resumed my practice, golf and a normal but different lifestyle.

About midsummer of 1978, it became apparent that to continue the chemotherapy would destroy any hope I had of body building. These shots would nauseate and disrupt me and would knock my blood count from near normal to complete disarray. My mind indicated that they be discontinued, despite advice to the contrary.

I have continued with Metabolic Medicine and on the complete lifestyle change that holistic medicine demands for optimum health. I had no problems with leukemia since the initial remission was obtained.

I know that when I took the chemo maintenance, my body was disrupted. I know that when it was discontinued, I continued to improve without the disruption of the blood picture and the nausea.

Metabolic Medicine is so sensible, it is hard to see why anyone could dispute that it has a place in the lives of the acutely ill. Nothing is perfect and nothing makes one eternal, but in my case, I am thankful for the opportunity for the benefits of this nontoxic therapy and the miracle it brought for me.

Some call my luck "spontaneous remission"; maybe so. I believe that Metabolic Medicine makes for spontaneous remissions" from the symptoms of terminal illness in those whose bodies have not been abused beyond repair, wither by neglect or over treatment.

Some call letters such as this "testimonials" instead of "case histories." For me, this is a very brief history of my case for whatever value and hope it may give to others.

One last observation ought to be made. Some decry holistic therapy as that of "hucksters" and "quacks." Most practitioners of this art (and there are many medical men in this kind of practice) are those who have had a terminal diagnosis for themselves or loved ones and were disenchanted by the hopelessness and horror of traditional therapies. I have met many of the greats. None that I know drive Mercedes automobiles. All are healers and not moneymakers. The cost of a year of holistic medicine for me does not exceed the cost of one week of treatment in any good cancer hospital.

I enjoy my family, my practice and my life. I am grateful for a therapy that has, thus far, worked for me.

Dr. Kelley: "My dear friend Tom brings up a lot of wonderful memories and he brings to mind the subject of soft tumors. Soft tumors, it should be emphasized, are an entirely different condition from where we normally think of as cancer. What are soft tumors? I classify the leukemias, lymphomas, melanomas, tumors of the immune systems and those of the blood system as soft tumors. It's very frightening that soft tumors are becoming so prevalent in children. Before 1979, we find that the highest case of deaths in children were traumatic accidents, such as falling out of a tree or running in front of a car or something. But since 1979, we find that the leading cause of death of children below 16 is cancer. That is a sad commentary on our society. Most of these cancer deaths are from the soft tumors.

"Tom was a patient 62 years of age. A lot of people, as they get older, as their immune systems malfunction, as their energies wane, as they become exhausted, develop soft

tumors. Tom was a professional person who had a hard, active life and developed leukemia. It was very, very severe. In fact, so bad that he had started collecting fluid in the abdomen, a condition which is always fatal. It was quite rewarding to have a person with this condition so willing to give 100% attention and effort to following Metabolic Medicine in such a severe, advanced disease. It is always a joy to me to see a patient so conscientious and pure of heart in following the program. In Tom's case we find that the side effects of the program - such side effects as resuming his law practice and feeling terrific - were quite astounding also."

In January of 1973, 1 had another checkup from my breast doctor in Beverly Hills ( a breast surgeon, tops in this field). I had been going to him every six months for two years, then every four months for one year and then every two months until January of 1973, at which time he told me the lump in my left breast had gotten very large and I would have to go to surgery. His nurse told me he was an expert and that he could tell by feeling the lump if it were malignant or benign and that a mammogram gave a 96% account of the tumor whether it be malignant or benign. The doctor explained how nicely he would remove the breast, etc., and about bras for women whose breasts have been removed. He also was going to Europe for two months; my surgery would be scheduled when he returned.

I had read Dr. Kelley's book some months before and I decided to go to one of our local health food stores where I had bought the book to talk to the owner, who was always well informed on natural foods and vitamins. She told me to call some people in town who had gone to Dr. Kelley and that I should by all means go to him. I was very encouraged when I talked to the people who had gone to Dr. Kelley. All had cancer at one time, and one person in particular was most helpful to me.

I was just starting a new job at this time as a singer in a famous Italian restaurant singing opera and musical comedy. This was several times around for me to "start" my career again alter having three children and being a housewife for a few years. I was very excited but was not feeling good.

I flew to see Dr. Kelley, then in Texas, and my cancer count was 600. I took Dr. Kelley's advice, went home and started on his program of diet, enemas and supplements. I was weak at first but in a few months I really started feeling so much better. My husband was totally against the program, my friends at church thought I was crazy and I found it difficult to pay for all the supplements, but I was determined to stay on the entire program.

I kept my appointment with the breast surgeon but had been on Dr. Kelley's program for two months when I returned for my examination. I was told the lump had gone down and no surgery was needed. I left his office in early March of 1973 and have not been back since. The following year I was not only singing four nights per week but was working at a very busy TV station eight hours per day.

I continued to see Dr. Kelley once a year and my cancer count continued to decrease until my last checkup in August of 1977 when my cancer count was 60, which Dr. Kelley says is normal.

I couldn't say enough about how I would never take any other treatment for cancer than Dr. Kelley's. In fact, I consult him on all my physical problems, I wouldn't think of taking any other doctor's advice without asking Dr. Kelley's first. I tell everyone about Dr. Kelley!

I am a most happy and satisfied patient of Dr. Kelley's.

Dr. Kelley: "Many people want me to make decisions for them: Should I have chemotherapy? Should I have surgery? Should I do this? Should I do that? Should I do what the doctor tells me to d9, or not to do what he tells me to do? These kinds of questions have given me many, many hours of frustration and anxiety. First of all, I am in a legal position where I cannot tell the patient not to do what the doctor tells them to do. And I know the physician does the very best he knows how. It is just that he is suffering from a great deal of ignorance. So, legally I am in a very bad situation.

"Morally, I am even in a worse position. It becomes quite a dilemma in my mind. All of us would like to take the easy way out and have somebody make our decisions for us. But that doesn't give us the education we need and the experiences that are our responsibility to take on.

"So, the way I address the problem is this: God has given us a rule book to follow for our education. He tells us these are the principles we should follow in our life's activities; and if we do these things, this will happen; and if we do those things, that will happen. And then he lets us have the total freedom and free will to do what we will, and live with the consequences. I study and try to find the basic principles.

"In a similar sense, Metabolic Medicine is essentially a program based upon what I have observed in thousands of cases to be sound principles. I am continually improving in understanding these principles myself and all I can do is try to educate the patient. I look at each patient and say, "These are the things that I've observed, these are the principles upon which our program exists.

"If you have a life-threatening situation, such as a tumor mass blocking the colon or blocking the bladder or blocking the stomach or blocking the air passage, you should, of course, address it in such a way as to take care of it. Orthodox medicine has done a very excellent job of addressing life-threatening situations such as trauma, and infections. Each individual patient has to make the decision in a life-threatening situation. If you have a 5-lb. tumor in the abdomen and it is dead from your doing a nutritional program, it's certainly going to be easier to remove this 5-lb. tumor and throw it away than it would be to sit there and have your immune system and body chemistry gradually dissolve it, using a lot of energy and stressing the body to dissolve it into the blood stream and then cleaning out the blood stream through the liver and the other organs of elimination.

"In any situation that is addressed, you have to hold to basic principles and do some ecological thinking. It would be stupid to say you are going to follow a nutritional program when a tumor is blocking the intestinal tract and you can't get any food into your body and you can't get any nutritional support. It would likewise be stupid to say, "I am going to take chemotherapy because I have a snarled tumor in my colon and I'll take chemotherapy to the point of death and then have a better chance of survival." Every situation is addressed individually, with understanding, knowledge and wisdom." 

ROSSWITH A., MALAGA, SPAIN.

In June, 1976, I discovered a lump on my left breast. My gynecologist sent me to have a mammography done. The result was positive and he told me it was almost certainly a malignant growth. I went to a surgeon who examined me thoroughly and had some more X-rays done. He found I had an enlarged liver and said he would have to an exploratory operation before doing a mastectomy. After the operation, he told me I had cancer on the

liver too and that there was no point in removing the breast. He said he would give me two sessions of chemotherapy. I decided (alter two weeks of pills and injections) to go to the University Clinic Hospital in Franfurt, Germany, where my parents live. The surgeon in Malaga, Spain, gave me a report to take to Germany, which said I had cancer of the breast with a massive growth on the liver and another in the abdominal area.

I had more examinations and a scan test in Frankfurt, and the surgeon there confirmed the Spanish report and said the growth of the tumor was fist-size. He told my husband and myself there was no cure and the most we could hope for was a remission. He would not say how long a remission. He advised me to have a mastectomy to remove the primary growth in the breast and to have the ovaries taken out to change the hormone balance in the body, which would make the subsequent chemotherapy treatment more effective.

We were given the impression there was no time to lose and little alternative. I decided to have the surgery and chemotherapy in the hope that it would give me a remission and enough time to seek a cure elsewhere. By this time I was feeling bad. I was suffering, I think, from the reactions of the chemotherapy in Spain. I had an infection in the bladder which was painful. My hair was beginning to fall out. I felt weak and depressed. When I returned to the hospital a few days later for the operation, I could hardly walk. I was operated on July 28 and started chemotherapy (injections) on September 1.

I stayed in the hospital only three days after each chemotherapy treatment, and, after the third session, the doctors began to comment on this, comparing me with the other patients, who were on their backs for days after the treatments. I suggested it could be due to the diet I was on. The moment I learned I had cancer I had put myself on a healthy diet, cut all the chemicalized foods, and made adjustments to it when a friend in Germany gave a book on food for cancer patients. The doctors and nurses seemed amused at this and said I could eat anything I wanted - it would make no difference. I continued with my diet.

There was a woman doctor in the chemotherapy ward who seemed more willing than the others to discuss my problem with me and I told her of my intention to seek a cure and showed her a booklet on Dr. Nieper of Hanover. She had not heard of Dr. Nieper or his treatment and told me I was responding well to the chemotherapy and should forget about any other kind of treatment until I had completed the chemotherapy sessions. I couldn't forget about it, though, as I was becoming more convinced that chemotherapy was not going to give me the long remission I had hoped for and that I had better look quickly for an alternative treatment.

When I was told I had cancer, my husband and myself did the contrary to what many people do in this situation; we told everyone we knew about my problem, hoping somebody could point us to a cure. My husband, publishing the English-language magazine on the Costa del Sol (an international retirement center full of informed people from all over the world), is in a good position to find out about things, and, even before I began chemotherapy in Frankfurt, we had gathered a lot of information and were writing to a dozen doctors and clinics around Europe who were using unorthodox treatments to cure cancer.

A friend gave us a copy of the Healthview Newsletter at this time, and the long interview with Dr. Kelley in which he explained very clearly his theory and treatment gave me tremendous hope. He was proof that cancer was being cured.

I was given a break in the chemotherapy treatment and returned to our home in Spain towards the end of November, 1976. The chemotherapy was taking its toll and I felt I was going downhill. I was bald, often depressed, very weak and in pain. Till then, even during the worst moments, I believed I would somehow fight my way back to good health. When I read somewhere that only one in ten thousand survived chemotherapy, I assumed I was

going to be then one in ten thousand. Now I wasn't so sure, and was so weak I felt I'd had enough and couldn't go on. The cramps in my stomach became unbearable and we called in a local doctor, a friend of ours, and he gave me an injection to kill the pains. He told my husband aside that he had given me morphine and would come immediately any hour of the day or night to give me more as I needed them. He thought I couldn't live many more days. Another doctor friend, who runs a local clinic where I was having regular blood checks, had received a report from the Franfurt hospital which stated I had a fist-sized growth on the liver and several other plum-sized growths in the pelvis area. Questioned by my husband as to my chances, he simply shook his head and said, "malo, malo, malo" (bad, bad, bad).

I felt the stomach cramps were indigestion and became extremely careful about what I ate. In fact, at this point I was almost too frightened to eat anything. I knew now I had to do something quickly before it was too late. We began studying all the information we had gathered on cancer cures and set ourselves a time limit of two days to make our decision. This was perhaps the most agonizing time of all. I felt we had to make the right choice the fnst time as there wouldn't be time for another. My Yoga teacher joined us (I had started yoga some weeks before and each day was doing some simple exercises, mainly breathing exercises, which I believed would strengthen me and help me relax). We had several books on cancer treatments but kept coming back to Dr. Kelley's "One Answer to Cancer." It made sense to me and I was particularly impressed by the fact that Dr. Kelley had gone through now and had cured himself. I had felt convinced about Dr. Kelley for weeks but I was put off by the distance I would have to travel to see him. He seemed so far away and I dreaded the journey. I made my decision at the end of two days and phoned The Kelley Foundation in Winthrop, Washington. As much as my husband wanted to go with me, we agreed that it would be more practical if he stayed at home with our three small children (ages 5, 7, and 9) and I be accompanied on the journey by my yoga teacher, who - being American - would probably prove more useful during our time in the States.

Winthrop was quite a contrast to the hospital in Franfurt. I had been very impressed at first by the vast buildings, the army of doctors and nurses, the apparent efficiency of the Franfurt hospital and felt, mistakenly, I had come to the right place and that here they must be clever enough to cure anything. Arriving in Winthrop, I wondered if it could be possible that such important work as Dr. Kelley's was being carried out in such a tiny place miles and miles from anywhere.

Dr. Kelley himself was quite different from the doctors in Franfurt who had made me feel I was being a nuisance every time I asked a question about my condition and treatment. This attitude I had found frustrating, as it was my life in their hands and I considered I had a right to know exactly what they were doing with it. The other patients didn't seem to mind being treated like children who should keep quiet and do as they were told. At least, I never heard any ask questions about the treatment they were receiving or drugs they were being given. When I suggested to a fellow patient receiving chemotherapy and in constant pain that she eat something healthier than Frankfurter sausages and ice cream, she said the doctors knew best and they would surely not give her food that was not good for her.

At last I was speaking with a doctor who treated me like an intelligent human being and was quite willing to discuss all the details of my illness. Dr. Kelley explained everything very clearly, admitted I was in a bad state but said he saw no reason why I couldn't come through if I followed the treatment. It was largely up to me. I felt tremendous relief and hope. It was like the chance to live had been taken away and was now being given back to me. I now had a chance and it was all I asked for. If my recovery

depended largely on my own efforts, I felt confident 1 would succeed as I was ready to do anything to get well.

Returning home, I stopped off at Frankfurt where I had a mid-December appointment for more chemotherapy. I hated the idea of having more drugs pumped into me but relatives and friends at Frankfurt, nervous at the thought of my dropping the orthodox treatment, advised me to keep the appointment, and Dr. Kelley did not seem opposed to the idea of my having one more session. I went to the hospital but the moment they started giving me the injections I felt I had made a terrible mistake and that all the drugs were going to do was poison my body and weaken it even more.

I felt terrible afterwards. I was in bed for several days with pains, nausea and exhaustion, and I felt very depressed. I felt so weak I couldn't face the journey home to spend Christmas with my husband and my children. I spent all Christmas day vowing I would take no more drugs. All I wanted now was to go home and start Dr. Kelley's program.

I began the nutritional program on January 3rd, 1977. Swallowing all the supplements and taking the morning enema was a bit of an effort at first but after a few days I got used to this and it became routine. I suffered none of the reactions Dr. Kelley warned me about. In fact, I began to feel better almost immediately. The pains went and, except for an ache in the shoulder during a bout of flu last winter, I have had none since I started the program.

I followed Dr. Kelley's advice and became selfish for a few months, concentrating all my thoughts and efforts on my own health and helping my body to become strong again. I continued my daily yoga exercises. I started a vegetable garden so we could have fresh vegetables. I began to make my own bread, made from whole-grain flour we bought from an old mill in an inland pueblo. I felt now I was doing something positive, and after months of pain and depression, was now on the road to recovery.

After eight months, I was retested and Dr. Kelley wrote me to tell me I was making very good progress. This was tremendously encouraging but I already knew in myself that I was getting stronger with each week that passed. Around this time, l went to see the surgeon in Malaga who had examined me the previous year. He examined me and was amazed that he could no longer feel the growth on the liver. He said he thought it had gone. I wondered whether he was trying to cheer me up but we later learned through a mutual doctor friend that he discussed my case during a medical reunion in Malaga and said I was taking some weird treatment in America and, whatever it was, seemed to be working.

We have several doctor friends here in Spain who are familiar with my case. Whenever I see them, they seem very pleased to see how well I am looking but show no curiosity or express the slightest interest in the treatment I am on. This puzzles me as I should have thought a doctor, more than any other person, would want to know how I am recovering from an illness they regard as incurable and which, according to them, should have killed me more than a year before.

After a year of staying most of the time at home and concentrating quietly on business of getting well and following my nutritional program to the letter, I began, little by little to go out and become more active. I consider I am now leading a normal life. I run a home, am involved in the PTA at my children's Spanish school, and help my husband in the office three times a week.

I might still have some cancer in my body but this does not worry me. I am convinced it is only a matter of months before I am completely cured. Dr Kelley told me that my illness could turn out to be a blessing in disguise. I could not believe this at this time but now I am sure he was right. I feel I am starting a new life. My family is now eating a healthier diet. And I feel my illness has brought my husband and myself closer together. I

also have the added satisfaction of being able to help other people. Quite a number have heard about my recovery and have come to me for information and advice.

Some people I have spoken to have been impressed by the nutritional program but have been unable to believe that the doctors who have put them on chemotherapy could be wrong. Most of them have since died and this saddens me because I feel their deaths were unnecessary. I only wish I had heard about Dr. Kelley earlier and had not submitted myself to surgery and chemotherapy. But this, perhaps, is negative thinking. I feel very grateful that I have been given the chance to get well. I feel lucky to be alive.

Dr. Kelley: "Rosswith brought to my attention one of the things I just take for granted and should be a characteristic of all doctors, people who are really doctors. She said, 'At last I was speaking with a doctor who treated me like an intelligent human being and was quite willing to discuss all the details of my illness.' That seems to me to be the way it should be, but I have to confess at this point that I am the one who benefited a thousand times more than the patient. Every single patient I have had the privilege of working with and talking to taught me more than I could ever teach them. Patients have given to me more than I could ever give to them. The lessons that I've learned working with each one of them have been such a beautiful experience that I just can't go one and leave it unmentioned here.

"I find it really sad if the clinician can't learn from each patient. I can't comprehend the clinician having this phenomenal educational institution right in front of him and not learning a great deal. Not only did I learn a lot, but the people paid me to learn and I always felt a little guilty about that. I learned so much that it looked to me that I ought to paying them. But I wouldn't have been able to function if they hadn't been paying me to be learning to do a better job each day. I certainly appreciated it and I hope it has been a feeling of mutual gain on both of our parts.

"Rosswith brings to mind a comparison of cancer with diabetes. Before Drs. Banting and Best discovered insulin in 1918 in Canada, a person would have diabetes and would ask the doctor if it could be anything he was eating, and should he change his diet in any way? And the doctor would say, 'Oh no, it doesn't make any difference - eat anything you want to, you aren't going to have much longer to live anyhow, just live it up and eat whatever you want to.' Doctors couldn't connect the diet and diabetes. Even lay people in those days figured out that if you ate a lot of leafy green vegetables and reduced the amount of sugar that you took in, you survived better and did well - better than the person who didn't watch his diet.

"And so it is that after the development of insulin, doctors figured out that there is a factor in diet. In the early '20s there weren't very good analytical facilities available. But the doctors empirically found that the people who ate green leafy vegetables, and a few other foods, survived diabetes much better and the sugar count in their urine was much better. They had a saying in the medical community at that time that leafy, green vegetables had 'natural insulin' in them. It wasn't actually the truth, but they became aware of the fact that including these vegetables in the diet did play a role and they were trying to explain it. We're in the same situation now with cancer. Some day in the near future, it will dawn on the medical community that diet makes quite a difference in people with cancer, and greatly affects health in general. It can't happen too soon. A lot of lives will be lived more healthfully and a lot of lives will be saved."

I am a farmer's wife, age 53. We live in a modern, ranch-style home in Northeast Iowa. We raise cattle and have about 500 acres in diversified farming. We have always been active in church, farm bureau, school, community affairs. We have four married children.

I have worked outdoors doing field work, chores, chickens to tend, and a large vegetable and fruit garden. My children had lots of sickness from tonsillitis to chronic bronchitis and coughing day and night with high fevers. When we learned about chiropractic, that helped us a lot. When our youngest daughter was 14, she missed six weeks of school with headaches as a forerunner of arthritis. She was in three different hospitals, with all the typical medical tests done, showing nothing but arthritis. They sent us home with the comment that there was nothing they could do for her arthritis but give her 6 to 20 aspirin a day. From here, I studied nutrition like mad and would give her various things for her condition and she improved dramatically. The next year, she needed a health examination so she could be a lifeguard and the doctor told us he had never seen anyone so healthy. I told him it was all the nutrition I was giving her and she said that had nothing to do with it, but I knew it was the answer. We have had numerous medical doctors but none knew anything about nutrition or will admit it has anything to do with health.

I spent nine years working with the American Cancer Society as door knocker, county chairman, crusade chairman, at district meetings and state conventions. My mother died of cancer. I know what the word cancer means - the hopeless feeling, despair - and am scared to death of it. When I made my last call on a dear friend who died of cancer, I wanted to say to her, "I'll be the next one," for I had found a lump in my breast at that time; also, I was having digestive disturbances. This was three years after I started learning about nutrition. I have read a lot of books, health magazines, etc. I knew what medical science was doing. I was determined I would not go to be butchered at the hospital. I said nothing to anyone about the lump. It got larger as time went on. I was trying to eat right, as much as I could read in the books.

The following March, my husband wanted to get each of us a life insurance policy. I said nothing but I knew I wouldn't pass a health test. The doctor told my husband about the lump and I was refused the insurance policy. He told me to go to the hospital and have a biopsy, etc. I wouldn't go. We went to visit my sister and told her. By this time the lump was plainly visible when you looked at my breast. In a few days she telephoned she had learned of a chiropractor that could help. He had helped his daughter. A light in the tunnel. We started going to the chiropractor three times a week, a 100-mile trip. After a few calls, he told us about Dr. Kelley and advised both my sister and me to go to him, as she had had surgery and they found cancer. In June we made our first call to Dr. Kelley. By this time the lump in my breast was 1-3/4 inches across and numerous small ones and even some in the other breast and more digestive disturbances.

Looking back now, I can see the Lord leading me to study about nutrition so I would be prepared to know what I needed when Dr. Kelley set up our nutritional plan. I told our children of the lump in my breast and our plans to go to Texas to see Dr. Kelley. From the beginning, I had the assurance that I was doing the right thing. I had accepted Christ as my Saviour and I knew his perfect peace and was assured of his leading. Our youngest daughter made it plain she thought I should go to a medical doctor. My husband was doubtful, but let me do what I wanted to do.

I ordered Dr. Kelley's book, "One Answer to Cancer" and started the beginning of the treatment. This looked like a large undertaking. Dr. Kelley was a long ways off and would be hard to contact regarding problems from day to day. Still I never doubted that this was the way I should go. I have doctored my children for 18 years with medical doctors and medicines and never had any help. This had to be the better way. I never told my family doctor about the lump in my breast. The only one who knew of it was doctor who had refused me the insurance policy.

When we went to Dr. Kelley for our test, he counselled us as long as we had questions. We left his office with our programs to follow. My sister and I studied our books all the way home which was a three day trip. Dr. Kelley had told us in his book what to expect, how we would feel, what our body reactions would be, so we would be prepared to know what was happening. Whenever we had doubts, we kept remembering that Dr. Kelley had this and he knows what to do. This was our confidence.

I bought a juicer and made carrot and celery juice several times a day. That took a lot of time. Preparing all of the fresh vegetables takes time. But, I had my own garden for years so I knew how much work it is to raise and prepare vegetables for the table. Now we were eating everything raw possible. Even my family co-operated.

Within two weeks, my digestive disturbances were better. At first I'd go out and work awhile and come in to fix carrot juice and lay down to rest. Then get up and go out again to finish the jobs. My family helped carry the water and feed for the chickens, but I still raised and dressed 150 chickens that first summer. In six weeks, I felt really good. I didn't have any of the things that Dr. Kelley had written in the book that I might have. My body responded quickly and I began to regain my strength that I hadn't had for months. I NEVER ATE ONE THING I was not supposed to eat. I took my nutrition exactly as he told me. I have always been a determined person. I did everything as near right as I could or knew to do. This helped me in my diet. If I had even once eaten sweets or such that was on the list of "no-no's," I wouldn't have been able to win the game. That's what you need: Determination to follow the rules.

In six months my lumps in my breast were gone. I felt much better than I had before. I had not had surgery and the awful ordeal of that, or intravenous feeding, and I still had a whole body. I was telling everyone to eat right. But I did not tell anyone (outside my family) I had cancer. People knew I had been really sick, but not what was really wrong with me. I guess I wanted to be sure myself I could do it before I would tell anyone you could lick cancer with proper lifestyle and nutrition. I continued chiropractic treatment for years, and still do. Mostly when I talk to people about eating poorly, not eating foods with preservatives, eating raw foods instead of cooked ones, they made light of it and never really listened. Yet, many called me with all of their ills and asked what to do. Some I can advise and some don't believe what you say anyway.

Three years later in March, I applied for another insurance policy with another company. I told them I had been refused a policy because of the lumps in my breast. He had taken me to another health examination with another doctor. I told this doctor also about the lumps, that I did not go to a doctor but I started taking nutrition and eating raw foods, etc., and the lumps went away, He couldn't find any lumps. They X-rayed my chest and found nothing. Yet he would not believe the nutrition had anything to do with it. He told me I was in excellent health and I got the insurance policy. It was a much larger policy than the one I had been refused because of the lumps in my breast.

In July after the X-rays, I noticed the lumps in my breast again. I had just read an article in the paper that they were finding "hard evidence that X-ray is actually causing cancers." July 20, 1976. When I discovered the lumps back again, I immediately went back on my original schedule and diet and within 6 months again my lumps were gone. My advise to others would be - don't get X-rays taken. The radiation exposure is too dangerous.

After 5 years with Dr. Kelley, I do not need tests as often as I did. I follow his diet list and my own home grown foods when possible. I continue to take all kinds of nutrition as he recommends. I am not as strict with my diet as I was the first three years but, when I don't eat right, or stop the nutrition, I don't feel good and I know what to do to get better

again. Dr. Kelley has answered personally all my letters to him about health problems that come up. He takes my telephone calls when I need to know something right away. Good health is something you need to work at daily. Dr. Kelley's advice works. My illness has given my husband and I a better, closer relationship than we have ever known. I know Metabolic Medicine works. I did for me.

Dr Kelley: "It's hard for you to appreciate the sorts of obstacles patients had to overcome to see me as a clinician. First of all, I am not a medical doctor, I am a dentist. Second, my office was unbelievably unacceptable when compared to where a lot of these people had gone - to the great clinics and hospitals of our world. They really had to lower themselves to come into my meagre surroundings. While adequately appointed and kept immaculately clean by my receptionist, there certainly was no pretention in any respect. On many occasions, people would drive up in their Cadillacs or Rolls Royces and drive away because they thought that they couldn't possibly find anything of worth in such an unpretentious office."

November 1973 (when D was 20) was our first indication of a problem. D was stricken with aches and pains and fever. A 3-day flu had been hitting our area with similar symptoms so at this point we were not overly concerned. After several days of unsuccessfully trying to keep Her temperature down, we decided this was something other than the flu. At the emergency receiving room of our hospital, chest X-rays, blood tests and urinalysis failed to locate her problem. Her temperature range for a 24-hour period went from below normal to 106. We were referred to an M.D. that specialized in internal medicine.

Thus began a nightmare that lasted many weeks. Testings for one week as an Out Patient ended in no answers. She was rapidly going downhill - weakened by the many hospital trips. We were advised to admit her into the hospital for extensive testings. Up to this point in our lives we had never even considered the fact that anyone could be this sick and not have a physician give the reason. We feared in the beginning a serious disease, but as time went on we would have welcomed anything that would have been a concrete answer. Watching D dying with no apparent reason left us quite helpless except for our faith in God. As time went on we found ourselves doing more praying and less reaching out to Man for answers. We needed a miracle and we had no doubt where that would come from.

Biopsies, scans, X-rays, bone marrow tests and blood taken every two hours became our way of life for the next ten days. No answers. D losing ground. Six local doctors and two consulting doctors from a larger city failed to find anything that could be causing death.

By now D had lost 40 pounds, most of her hair had fallen out, her menstrual periods had stopped, severe anemia and painful hot lumps traveled all over her body. Massive doses of penicillin and streptomycin had caused a near total hearing loss. She was dying from malnutrition.

The week before Christmas the doctor informed us that D had run out of time. ..The only thing left was exploratory surgery. After questioning the doctor closely about her chances of coming through the surgery and of their chances in finding the problem, we decided to take her home. It was a big decision. If she was going to die, we wanted her to be at home where her loved ones could be with her. No more tests and definitely no surgery. Only the Lord gave the strength for that decision. After a 16-day stay in the hospital, we were leaving for home with a lung fungus medication although all tests were negative.

Little did we know that this would be the turning point in our battle. Everything was downhill from there out except for one minor incident.

We were on our own now but somehow had a strange feeling of relief. We had no intention of just sitting and waiting; we could not just do nothing. We began with Adelle Davis' antistree formula and large doses of vitamin C - (the doctor refused to give D any vitamin C through the vein while in the hospital.). We had been taking natural vitamins for several years and knew vitamin C would do no harm. As we look back we know that this was God's way of letting us know we were finally on the right track. Many people all over the USA were praying which resulted in two tired weary people getting divine guidance directly from God daily.

Five days after the vitamin C was given, her temperature was normal. God in simplicity, restored life to a dying body.

Our first visit to the doctor's office three weeks later found D improved in every area, strong enough to walk, hair growing, appetite normal and gaining weight. The doctor's face could not hide his unbelief. His associates came for a look-see too. After we explained what we had done, he checked her records and gave all the credit to the fungus medication. He was so sure and convincing, we made our first blunder since leaving their hospital. We cut back on the vitamin C and concentrated on the medication. Her temperature rose immediately. We were shook. After asking God's forgiveness, we resumed with our vitamin C schedule, adding health-building foods as fast as D could take them.

A searching time began as we looked for answers. D was returning to health as rapidly as she went done, but what happened? Would it happen again? Did God want us to go on searching for the answer or accept her healing and let it go at that. God led our steps to the answer.

Because we were involved in a natural business, we had heard of Dr. Kelley. Thinking he could help us with a proper balanced diet that would be scientific instead of guesswork, we he began to investigate the possibility of a visit. We had exhausted our finances paying hospital and doctor fees, so back to earnest praying. When we received a check from a friend in the amount that we needed for the trip, we knew God had given us a green light.

In March our first visit to Dr. Kelley was made. We could not believe what took place. ANSWERS instead of questions. How refreshing! There was a problem. A malignant tumor on her pancreas. It was still there. Wasn't God good to keep us searching? (The tumor was later confirmed by a medical doctor.) Although we were saddened by the nature of her problem, we were relieved to finally have an answer. We were told when her problem started, how long it would take to clear it and a possible reason for the problem beginning in the first place. The diet alone would have worth the trip, the rest we considered priceless.

Upon our return we began to change our lifestyle to fit D's new program. It was difficult, but we followed it in its entirety without any alterations. D had amazingly few problems and returned to work June 1. (A total leave of absence of 6 months.) To date she has had no recurrence of cancer and no major health problems of any nature. She takes vitamin and mineral supplements.

What we have learned about cancer through Dr. Kelley has spared at least eight lives. We would go the same route again well knowing what we would be getting into and knowing the results. D's life was worth it all; the other eight we look at as a major bonus from the Lord. My unanswered question: Why could Dr. Kelley find in one day what many doctors could not find in many months?

Dr. Kelley: "Pancreas cancer is very devastating and very close to my heart because that's what I had. The average life expectancy of a clinically diagnosed case of pancreas malignancy is two months. This lovely young lady, with eight years' survival, is an example of what can be done with total family unity. This family is a wonderful example of 'how to' They addressed two contributing factors to successful healing - a positive attitude and the willingness to do whatever it takes to get well.

"Pancreatic cancer has some particular characteristics which are not like other cancers. These characteristics include a lot of excessive gas and very unusual mental states such as very severe nightmares, depression, anxiety and all the negative factors that otherwise happy and cheerful individuals would not have. Such individuals flip into depression and irritation and become hard to get along with.

"D is so nice, it's hard to imagine her being hard to get along with. But even if she was, her parents would have understood and paid no attention. That kind of unselfish support can make the difference between life and death."

"You have cancer."

When I heard those three words over the telephone, my only thought was "I'm going to die!" I was "shook up!" I barely heard the voice on the other end of the telephone tell me to come in and see Dr. S.L. as soon as possible.

Only another cancer victim knows what it means to be told "you have cancer." It is not only a sentence of death, it is a sentence of death linked with severe pain.

I was 46, living and working in New York City when I was diagnosed as having cancer. I had been feeling "poorly" since I was 37 and had had a partial hysterectomy. I was trying every day to live with "feeling poorly" because no doctor I saw was able to help me "feel better." And believe me, I saw many physicians in the "Big Apple."

Our family physician, Dr. H.H., said I should see a specialist because my periods were too long, I was losing too much blood during each period and I had no fibroids. I went to the specialist he recommended who urged me not to wait, but to have the operation "before it was too late." I followed orders. I had the operation. (By the way, I remember being sedated and prepared in the morning for the operation, which was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. I remember being wheeled into a long corridor and waiting and waiting for my turn in the operating room. I wasn't wheeled in until 4:00 p.m.! I was worried and wondered. ..will I get the right operation? This experience filled me with dismay and created distrust for the medical profession.)

I was discharged with a clean bill of health. Now that I had the operation, did I feel better? No, I felt worse! I was passing gas, feeling tired and terribly constipated. It did no good to hear nice words of assurance from the doctor that the tumor they had removed was the size of a five month pregnancy. I didn't feel better hearing that it was normal for some people not to have daily bowl movements. I felt loggy. Shortly after the operation and an "ok checkup" from the surgeon, I went to our family physician with the complaint "I have pain in the abdomen." He examined me and was surprised to find a cyst in the former womb area. He asked me to return to the specialist. I refused. I told our family physician

that my confidence in the specialist was gone. I asked him to take care of me. After much pleading, he did. He removed the cyst in his office by cauterization. Those were two painful office visits for me.

I still felt rotten. I was fatigued all the time and passing gas much of the time. I had attacks of illness diagnosed as myositis and facial neuritis. I had pains in my abdomen which were diagnosed as a nervous stomach. The family doctor suggested I take the gallbladder test. I took it. Fortunately, at the time, there was nothing wrong with my gallbladder. I went to the dentist often because my gums were bleeding and my teeth were loose.

I was born with a brown mole on my left cheek. When 1 was 14, hair began to grow in the mole. It didn't hurt, but I felt a pulsating sensation in the mole area. I saw a doctor who recommended removing the hairs by electrolysis. I did this. Afterward, the doctor said, "It looks ok; we'll leave it alone for now, but you should always watch the mole for any changes."

Two years after the hysterectomy operation at the age of 39, the brown mole on my left cheek started to throb and grow. I saw a skin specialist and had the mole excised. A biopsy was performed. Diagnosis: Nonmalignant.

In the fall of 1969, I saw a gynecologist for a checkup. This doctor recommended estrogen because I had had a partial hysterectomy. I took the estrogen for three months only because round white spots emerged on both of my thighs and a growth developed under the arch of my left foot. I had to have this growth surgically removed. This, too, was biopsied and declared non-malignant. At the same time, the skin specialist removed some small growths on my face, forehead and right wrist.

I was depressed; I was still suffering with passing gas; my eyes were deteriorating. I couldn't focus; couldn't see telephone numbers or addresses in the telephone book, found it difficult to read the newspapers. I suffered with muscle weakness and cramps. The latter condition would often strike me at night while I was sleeping with such severity that I would wake up screaming from the pain. My chestnut brown hair was turning gray; the texture was now brittle. Worst of all, my face "itched" 24 hours a day. I wanted to holler because there was no letup of pain. I found I could no longer tolerate any sunlight.

I went to yet another specialist. I gave him a list of my complaints. He gave me a battery of tests, a big bill, and said that the tests showed there was nothing wrong with me. He said, "You're getting older, try to make things easier." He suggested I see a psychiatrist. I questioned him about my facial condition. He said the facial problem was probably part of my active imagination. Ooh, but I was angry when I left his office.

I found the pain in my face intolerable. I made an appointment with a skin specialist in 1971. He performed surgery in his office and said, "We'll do a biopsy but I doubt that you'll get your money's worth." Well, his office is the party that called and told me, "You have cancer." I think I was shocked because I thought I had a charmed existence when it came to surgery and biopsies. After all, I had been through many operations and biopsies and all had been diagnosed as being benign.

I followed the skin specialist's recommendation of going into the hospital immediately and having the "entire cancerous tumor completely removed." He said he was sure this would be the case.

The short hospital stay was an ordeal. For a facial condition, I had to undergo a series of body X-rays and other tests. When I asked, "Why?", I was told it was "hospital procedure." I don't know what good they did; I do know it hiked up the bill. In the hospital I had a section between my lip and chin cut again. This biopsy also stated that "the patient has cancer." The doctor said, "Go home, let your face heal and see me in six months."

About this time I began to visit health food stores in my neighbourhood. Why? I thought there might be something to taking supplements. I was hoping to find something to take to have more energy. I bought books on health and I bought magazines. I was investigating another avenue towards feeling better.

I didn't wait six months to see the doctor. I called for an appointment four months later because of the continuing pain. I saw the skin specialist and on January 14, 1972, he cut another portion of my chin. Another biopsy was performed. Diagnosis: Cancer. He now told me that I should see another type of specialist. In his opinion, I now needed chemosurgery because the cancer had metastasized and evidently was deeper than he had previously thought. He explained the treatment to me. I would be under the care of a very well-known chemotherapy specialist. I would not have to be hospitalized for the treatment. I would go to the hospital for five to ten days, on a daily basis from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. Special chemicals would be put on my face and where an area revealed cancer, the specialist would cut. After following this procedure, he told me that if my face did not heal he knew of a very good plastic surgeon.

For several reasons, I decided not to follow the above path. First, the expense was beyond the means of my husband and myself. Second, female vanity. I could not bear to think of going out shopping, or going to work with a face any more mutilated with scars and blobs than I already had from previous facial operations described above. I must mention here that after the second facial surgery when the badges were removed, instead of a scar there was a big blue eruption on my skin, which I named the "blue blob". The surgeon said it was the "cancer showing." I reasoned that since neither the surgeon or the skin specialist had cured me - even though I was assured of a cure with each bit of surgery I went through - I was fearful of following the road many of my relatives had. Too many in my family have died of cancer. I can remember hearing the doctors assure them and members of the family that they would recover. Doctors assure cancer victims they will recover till the day the cancer victims die.

The surgeon/skin specialist recommending chemo-surgery wanted me to start treatment immediately. I had quite a time telling him I could not do this immediately; that I had to take care of business and personal matters first. I reminded him of his previous statement to me - that my type of cancer could be handled successfully. It was difficult but I finally convinced him it wasn't necessary for me to quickly hop into the chemosurgery program. I promised to call him soon and let him know when I would start the chemotherapy. I never did call him, but his office and he, called my husband, urging him to reason with me "for my own good."

Right after receiving the "black news," I called my husband at work and told him I wouldn't be back at our place of business or home until I had found another way to combat cancer. Don't laugh at me. I knew there must be a way to fight cancer without being cut, burned or poisoned any more. In the summer of 1971, my husband was tutoring in Connecticut. While he was out working one sunny afternoon and I was alone in our hotel room, for the first time in my life I prayed to God for help. I cried and prayed at the same time. I cried because I was in so much pain I let it all out because I was alone and no one could hear me. I prayed out loud; I prayed silently. I kept repeating, "If there's a God, then help me find the person who can help me get well." I fell asleep crying and when I woke I thought, "Soon I'll find a way to fight cancer."

While I was talking to my husband, it came to me that my prayers for help would be answered by visiting a health store in my neighbourhood that carried a varied selection of books on the subject of health, including cancer. Also, this health store posted notices of health meetings which I noted from time to time, but never attended because I was working when the meetings were held.

After talking with my husband, I took a subway to the health store and read the first

four pages of the Kelley book, "One Answer to Cancer" and got very excited because the symptoms Dr. Kelley describes in a cancer patient have matched mine except for the hernia. That condition I didn't have. I begged and pleaded with the owner of the health store to help me get to Dr. Kelley. She listened but did not answer. I told her that I was so sure she knew how to help me get the Kelley Test. I broke down and cried and told her I had cancer. Then she gave me the name of a person to contact.

I had my first Kelley Test in late January of 1972. The Kelley Test disclosed that I had only one tumor and that it was in the jaw area if my face. Imagine dear reader: Dr. Kelley told me the location of my cancer sight unseen; he told me the location without subjecting me to painful surgery or biopsies. I say shame on the medical profession for ignoring Dr. Kelley.

The first day I began the Kelley regime I took the Epsom salts "cocktail" and collapsed on my kitchen floor. Yes, I was that full of garbage. I know that today. All my life, until I started the Kelley program I did not eat food to nourish my body; I ate American Junk Food - french fries, pizza, soft drinks, potato chips, etc.

The Kelley Program is not at all similar to any program devised today by the Medical Establishment. You don't take a pill or a few pills; you don't get a shot or a few shots. By golly, you have to WORK to get well. I experienced many unpleasant, unusual conditions I had never experienced before. I had migraine headaches, and all too often because I went overly "gung-ho" on the program, I developed "flu-like body aches." The Kelley Program of purges, enemas and colonics, cleaning the kidneys and lungs, changing one's diet -from dead food to live food without additives or preservatives plus supplements - that shook up my body. Literally. At times I could feel my insides turn upside down. Often I felt so "goopy" ill I would complain, "Ooh, how can Dr. Kelley do this to me?" When really what I was saying was, "Ooh, how did I ever get this sick." I eliminated parasites and even live worms. Our apartment acquired a putrid odor. But then I started having days without passing gas! I also had days when I felt as young as a 12 year old. Then I would have some rotten, rotten days of feeling just plain punky.

I started the Kelley Program set up for me in February of 1972, I think it's important to note that the cancer I had, changed from cancer to a sebaceous cyst and then to a mydiox or mucous cyst. When my body was ready, according to the Kelley Test, I had the mydiox cyst cut by yet another surgeon, Dr. W., in 1974. The blue blob which Dr. L said I would have to live with was removed. Yes, my face is no longer a mass of scars.

The family physician, Dr. H.H., who was preparing my husband to accept my coming demise just couldn't believe the change in my face. When he saw the cancer was no longer there, he said, "My diagnosis and the biopsies were wrong; we were all mistaken. You never had cancer." I just couldn't believe his attitude; I can only guess that because of his medical training he couldn't see beyond the establishment." It is also my guess that if he were to recognize a nontoxic therapy, it would degenerate his schooling and work and...further, it would be mentally painful because he has lost many patients from the dreaded disease of cancer.

Three years ago in 1975, my husband and I left New York City. We now reside in Spokane, Washington. We left the tall canyons of the buildings in New York City for the tall Evergreens of Washington State.

I'm lucky; I no longer have to combat the pollution that exists in New York City. I find living in a smaller city compatible to my health. I enjoy the beauty of nature birds nesting in an Evergreen in our backyard, cats meowing, dogs barking, crickets chirping. It's lots better music to my ears and soul than the honking of cabs and cars, the sirens of police and fife trucks.

I work full time. I clean my own house, do the laundry, cooking and gardening. I enjoy my grandchildren. I'm happy to be alive. I am grateful and say thanks in my prayers every day for Dr. and Mrs. William Donald Kelley and the Kelley Program.

Dr. Kelley: "Betty brings to mind one of the important features of the current cancer situation; many people prefer to do nothing than to go through being tortured by chemotherapy and radiation and mutilated by surgery. They just ask for pain medication and leave. Interestingly, studies have proven that you last longer if you do nothing, rather than take a lot of the treatments that go on at this time.

"We are getting into a time-frame, particularly in our country, where there is hardly a family that has not lost a close friend or relative to cancer. And the family has watched this person go from fairly robust good health to a skeleton and be tortured by the treatments. When you have had one or two friends or relatives go that way and the doctor tells you that you have cancer, you don't jump right into the next operating room or in front of the next X-ray until that rolls by. You think about it, you consider it, you remember your friends' or relatives' stories and give it a lot of serious thought."

9-YEAR VICTORY OVER BONE CANCER.

"I would like to tell others what Dr. Kelley's book, "One Answer to Cancer" did for a number of us but more especially just how it began with me.

Doctors had tenderly, easily but emphatically, told me that they could do nothing for my condition. It was apparently cancer of the bone and as lovingly as a father with tears he said you will get worse until -? He left me immediately. Somehow I didn't feel shaken at all. I felt so secure in God's hands. I knew the doctor in the clinic had told my son that it was a matter of 3 to 6 months. This doctor said the spine was hopelessly deteriorating. Nine vertebrae were collapsed. This caused cramps across the shoulders and chest. When the attacks came upon me I was in such pain as to have to have pain-killing relief by medication. These tablets had such side effects that I could not endure them.

My bones were brittle and, as the doctors told my son, they were like chalk. So small a pressure as a bump of my elbow against the ribs would crack a rib. Faith in God as my greatest physician helped me to hold steady until one day I was touched by His healing power. The healing was instantaneous as to the pain and spine. Doctor's couldn't believe this but I never took an aspirin nor any narcotic. There was no pain nor cramps. The spine was healed.

At this time, Dr. Kelley's book "One Answer to Cancer," was laid on a table near my bed. So I picked it up two or three times. Finally, I realized I was not gaining strength but the opposite was true. However, I never had another pain in my spine nor cramps. So I read from Dr. Kelley's book these words, "Malignancy indicates an active pancreatic enzyme deficiency." I began in earnest to read. Every word sounded so logical and clear. Cancer always seemed like a killer that couldn't be controlled. The killer was too complex. But Dr. Kelley had the key. He was unselfish and tried to put the key on the lowest shelf where all of us, little or big, intelligent or uninformed could all reach the Key to one answer! The diet and nutritional program cost a bit but nothing compared to the fruitless efforts of the medical doctors, hospitals, etc. So on my bed of affliction, growing weaker all the way, I set myself to follow each step of Dr. Kelley's instructions.

Many times I would think, "Perhaps I am wrong," for our medical doctors wouldn't listen. With nothing to lose, I kept on. This book is most valuable. Here, I who knew nothing, was free from those painful unprofitable visits to the doctor's office. Eating was never a problem to me. I had been a missionary around 40 years. If a diet would help, I thought I should get on one strictly as Dr. Kelley suggested and not as I felt. So I took everything seriously. One year later I felt much better, was up and out on the road in the missionary services travelling 20,000 miles one summer. However, I felt I needed some guidance so I went to see Dr. Kelley. It had been a consistent battle to keep on a strict and proper diet with the stress and strain of my work.

I have gone abroad three times and carried a heavy work load in the U.S.A. To visit among hundreds abroad and at home and not eat "junk" foods takes a backbone of steel, a conviction that this nutritional program is Best. Stress and strain goes with the public appearances and directional work but these five years have been good years; although not without battles, but I am working 12 hours nearly every day but Sunday.

Even if members of our family and missionary group have no cancer, my husband and I urge all to consider the value of a nutritional diet as a way of life and health. Our grandchildren are being taught the importance of proper diets, purges and careful living.

There are those around us who are dying of cancer unnecessarily. We have suggested the Kelley nutritional program to people we've seen in need, but many have refused to put that much effort into regaining their health and are now gone. We've seen others who have willingly read Dr. Kelley's book in time, and have found the Key and are living examples today of what his program can do.

Dr. Kelley: "When the doctor says you have cancer, he gets your attention rather rapidly and God gets our attention rather rapidly. We address God immediately. Then we realize God has been talking to us all along, we just haven't been listening. He's been trying to communicate with us in several ways short of violating our own free will. The reason that he created us is to let us experience life and to have free will, and to come to him voluntarily and with love and appreciation - not by force, but because of the love that is in our hearts.

"As we address the situation of cancer, we realize that we did it to ourselves and this is, to me, the chief characteristic of God - his respect for our free will. It's one of the greatest lessons I have learned through the cancer situation, through my cancer. God in all of his wisdom and comprehension and completeness and knowingness does not force us to do anything - force us to be right, to do right, to be kind to each other, to do anything. He has set the rules, the requirements, and the example of how we should conduct our life activities, but we are so dumb we can't figure it all out. He has given us great freedom. He has respect for our beings and our persons. He allows us the privilege of getting into trouble. When we do get into trouble we turn around and blame God. Those of us who get into trouble with cancer are learning a pretty tough lesson, but we get the message eventually. When we get the message, that it is our fault, we turn, and in our pride and haughtiness and all the other things that go along with the proper description of us, we humble ourselves and vow ourselves to reality and truth and righteousness, and than God can talk to us. I just hope those who learn this lesson, as most of my counselees have, don't have to learn it again. Or suffer some other tragedy." 

When I fully realized that the forthcoming biopsy would reveal a malignancy, my emotions completely overwhelmed me. That horrible thought which had plagued me for years could and would come true.

For many years prior to the actual operation, I had been bothered with prostatitis. But with the absence of information and having a strong, youthful body, any thoughts of potential problems were quickly dismissed. These were things that always happened to the "other guy."

As the years passed by, the problem became more acute and visits to the urologist became more frequent. My attitude then changed to one of concern.

I was granted a brief respite from worry after a needle biopsy showed there was no malignancy. But still there was the burning and discomfort that intensified when my wife and I would take long trips by car. The embarrassment of having to urinate regardless of passing traffic played havoc with my nerves. There was a time when it became so irritating that it was necessary to visit a clinic in another state while travelling, in order to obtain relief. And it was the usual prescription of antibiotics. But it did provide temporary relief.

One night while preparing to retire, I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. There was a pain in the rectal area that surpassed all other pain. It was impossible to sit. After an emergency visit to our family physician brought relief, I returned to the urologist and was told there was a nodule on the prostate. This did not cause me any great concern until I read about the possibility of cancer when a nodule appears.

My procrastination forced my wife to make an appointment for me with a local urologist. My medical records were sent to him and after an examination and consultation I was informed that I needed surgery.

After the operation and a painful recuperative period my self-confidence was beginning to re-surface. But the following year a devastating bombshell exploded. There was a definite recurrence which manifested itself in the rectal area.

When the second operation was over and my period of recuperation felt complete there was another horrible and terrifying jolt. There was an elevation in the acidphosphatase reading. It was then I felt totally defeated and resigned to my fate as another victim of cancer. However, this resignation was not gracefully accepted. My emotions gave way and I was controlled by negative thinking.

Our son contacted a health food store owner who, by the Grace of God, was familiar with the Kelley program. After much insistence by my family, my wife and I visited Dr. Kelley.

The first visit in 1974 was overwhelming when I saw the amount of vitamins that were necessary for return to good health. There were anxious moments of nausea, dizziness and apprehension regarding its effectiveness. But it has proven to be the most significant step I ever made. Since that first visit, all medical tests and X-rays have been negative!

Each day I pray silently and openly, to thank God, our Creator, for His divine guidance in leading me to Dr. Kelley. God does act in a mysterious way, and when obeying His natural laws, we all prosper.

And today, at age 67, my life is more complete than ever. God in his loving ways, has granted me the ability to enjoy His great outdoors. Above all, my spiritual life has risen to greater heights in my love and appreciation of Him.

Dr. Kelley: "Walter brings to mind that cancer, or any degenerative condition, doesn't all of a sudden happen. It takes a long time to get there. You get sicker and sicker and it isn't all of a sudden you wake up one morning with a full-blown cancer. Instead, you have gradually earned every bit of it by your lifestyle, or by the dumb things you've done, and the abuse you put your body through. We earn cancer just as we make either A's or F's on our report cards. Walter also reminds me that in our society we do tell the patient that he has cancer, which I think is a much better attitude than in the European society where they do not tell the patient. You go to a doctor and he will never tell you what's wrong with you. He will let you die and then tell your relatives after you're dead, that you had cancer. If you were never told, what choice did you have?

"The word 'choice' brings to mind our former Vice President, Hubert Humphrey, who

was a cancer victim. I talked to a close friend of Senator Humphrey, who said that when Humphrey had a chance to carry out non-toxic therapy he wanted very much to do so. But he couldn't because he thought he would set a bad example by not supporting our medical monopoly. He wouldn't be supporting the multi-nationals and the National Cancer Institute and the National Cancer Society and the AMA and all that. He was essentially a sacrificial lamb - as is everybody who goes through the torture and inquisitions. He knew he had a choice and chose not to exercise a preferred alternative - a real tragedy."

Health is something I had enjoyed for many years, something I had taken for granted, and something I hadn't cherished as I ought. During the fall of 1974, I experienced a very tired feeling at the end of my day's work and often found it necessary to rest before preparing my evening meal. At the beginning of February, I had a complete physical and Dr. X gave this verdict, "You have a clean slate of health." I shook my head and he asked me why. I proceeded to explain this distressed feeling in my lower abdomen. The barium enema which followed revealed the cancer in the colon. You can imagine what thoughts arose within me but I am thankful I have learned, in a measure, to accept disappointments too. Our pathway is not always going to be sunny and bright.

After the colostomy, the surgeon discovered I had cancer of the liver which was inoperable. He recommended I have chemotherapy and an appointment was made to see the oncologist.

In the meantime, my daughter, who lives in Iowa, contacted a few people who had cancer and had received great help. She called me and asked what I wanted to do. That was not a hard decision since I knew I was aware of this type of cancer treatment. Mary and I went to talk to Dr. W. He was a real gentleman and did not put forth a successful picture of chemotherapy. He wished me the best and said he had never heard of the Kelley nutritional plan. My daughter also had to call the surgeon to tell him my decision. He made it clear that this was not in accordance with the American Medical Association, and this, of course, we understood. Am I ever thankful to my daughter that she got in contact with people who had proved that Dr. Kelley's plan really did work in bringing people back again to health!

My daughter helped me in filling out the questionnaire. There was a question or two I couldn't answer so she called Dr. X to ask. His manner of speech was shocking. The language he used was such no doctor would need to use to answer a question or two concerning my physical checkup. His attitude toward my decision was distasteful. Dr. X is my doctor no more!

About seven weeks after my surgery, I made my first visit to Dr. Kelley. This was the end of March. The night before my appointment with him I got the flu so you can imagine what shape I was. My Kelley Index was 720 and my body was so very deficient in every respect. I felt very comfortable in Dr. Kelley's presence and having my daughter with me gave me courage.

Before I reached my home I had a distiller, juicer and the necessary vitamins and supplements. Now started my new way of living. To the degree I understood the discomfort I could experience because I had read Dr. Kelley's book.

There was a tremendous change from my former way of preparing my food. I became very time-conscious since I needed some supplements every 2 hours during the day and in the middle of the night when my alarm helped me out. I had a great number of supplements plus all the carrot juice, seeds, nuts, boiled eggs, yogurt, etc. I had lost much

weight but quite soon I began to gain. I kept on the program for at least ten days - more if possible - and then I would vacation for five days. There was much to learn in the giving of enemas. A coffee enema makes you feel clean and refreshed.

This program required much systematic work but I felt I had a goal in view, God had spared my life during surgery and now with his help I could face the future. Every day I asked for guidance, wisdom and courage to walk and live as I ought so He'd be pleased with me here on earth and throughout the endless ages of eternity. My relatives and friends all encouraged me to keep on with the program. There was no opposition. If you feel a course is right, you'll pursue it. This is true spiritually, too. The outside pressure isn't going to defeat you.

At the end of the eight months I made my second visit to Dr. Kelley and this time my Index was 420-300 less than my initial visit. We all jumped for joy. April 1978, my Index was 10! I am a very thankful person.

This body God has given is a marvelous piece of creation. It functions so perfectly and isn't it only right that we should feed and care for it properly?

Dr. Kelley: "Mabel is a friend of several years and fellow member of our Christian fellowship. She had colon and liver cancer. The colon and liver are two of the main detoxification systems helping us get rid of toxins. Unfortunately, they themselves are high on the list of organs attacked by cancer. Metabolic Medicine is built around natural process, of which proper health of the colon and liver and the proper detoxification of the body are major factors. Like Mabel, we all take good health for granted and never think about having bad health until it hits us. Particularly in the case of cancer, we think it will happen to someone else, it will never happen to me.' We try not even imagine the prospect. It's so dreadful that we don't even think it could happen to us.

"A lot of times we are like the proverbial ostrich that sticks its head in the sand, and don't want to know about it, trying to ignore it so it will go away. However, as God's children, we owe it to ourselves and to God to take care of our bodies. It may cost a little money at first, but it will save money in the long run actually to take time out of your life and address the cancer issue. Have the tests run every 6 months so that if you ever develop cancer you will discover it early.

"Mabel's experience with Dr. W. is really more typical than her experience with Dr. X. Most family doctors, the ones out on the firing line, have our best interests at heart. Generally it is not the local family doctor that gives us problems; it is the massive, impersonal medical establishment."

On September28, 1971, I was admitted to the hospital as an emergency case suffering with acute severe abdominal pain. The next morning, I was taken to the operating room for an emergency exploratory with subsequent removal of an abscessed right ovary and fallopian tube (my healthy appendix was also removed). I was told I had peritonitis. Several days later, after X-rays of the colon, I was told I had three tumors in the hepatic flexure of the transverse colon. The doctor said he was "pretty sure at least one easy malignant" and I must be scheduled for colon resection in 30 days. I asked him what could be done if further surgery proved inadequate. He said they would give me cobalt.

On the way home and during the next few days, I pondered my predicament. I was in emotional shock and I was weak and sick in body. Mentally, I reviewed my symptoms

over the past months. My health had deteriorated gradually. For at least a year, I had been unable to sleep on my left side and more recently I was unable to sleep on my back. I felt a pressure like discomfort in the left upper quadrant and under the left rib cage. I also experienced shortness of breath when in these positions. I had "night sweats," awakening frequently at 1:00 or 2:00 A.M. drenched in perspiration. I had a persistent backache and low energy level. In the last six months I had lost 40 pounds. I was 45 years of age and as a registered nurse, I had nursed hundreds of cancer patients in various stages of the disease. I recalled some painful statistics. The survival rate for metastatic cancer was less than 1%. Later I learned the primary tumor was in the spleen with involvement in pancreas and lower left lung as well as metastasis to the colon. I had a difficult decision to make. I felt my body was too weak to withstand major surgery again in four weeks and yet my surgeon had told me I would be "very foolish" not to consent to further surgery. In my helplessness I claimed God's promises in James 1:5: "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally." As is often the case, God had already begun to answer my prayer before I asked. Six months prior to my hospitalization, I had read Dr. Kelley's book and was so impressed I stated to a friend, "If I ever have cancer, I think this is the treatment I would follow." Little did I realize that within six months, I would be faced with that decision. My ultimate decision was to go see Dr. Kelley with the thought that I would postpone the surgery until I could get my body built up on a good nutritional program.

I went on Dr. Kelley's program in November of 1971. My malignancy index was 700. I sent in an urine specimen to Dr. Conteras in Mexico. The test for malignancy was positive. I realized my weak body was fighting three major battles recovering from the trauma of surgery and peritonitis, cancer and severe emotional stress. Every three to five weeks, I suffered a healing crisis usually lasting about five days. During this time I stopped taking my enzymes. My symptoms were an ache all over feeling, nausea, abdominal pain, weakness and mental depression. I used zone therapy, hot salt baths and hot wet baths for pain control to avoid taking pill medication. My family provided great assistance and moral support. Friends and neighbors often brought fresh vegetables, fruits and nuts. Some even supplied fresh nonchlorinated water. Many prayers were uttered on my behalf.

After three months, I went back to Dr. Kelley. In spite of all the suffering since the last visit, I felt I was making progress. The test confirmed that in fact I had made remarkable progress. I decided not to have further surgery unless some emergency situation arose such as symptoms of intestinal obstruction.

I continued to improve. My healing crisis became further and further apart and less severe. My checkup every three months with Dr. Kelley showed remarkable progress. In September of 1972, my local physician checked my condition. My blood chemistry was normal, colon X-rays were negative and physical examinations revealed nothing abnormal.

Twenty-eight months later I completed another series of tests, X-rays, pap smear, etc. All were completely negative. By this time my night sweats had disappeared and I could sleep comfortably in any position. I had gained 20 pounds and my general health and sense of well-being was better that it has been in fifteen years.

I am indebted to Dr. Kelley and his kind and wonderful staff and grateful to God that an alternative has been provided for cancer patients who choose not to undergo radiation, chemotherapy and surgery.

Dr. Kelley: "Rachel and her husband and I have been friends for a long time. One of the blessings that I've had over these years, along with some of the problems inherent in helping to change the course of health care in our society, is the friends and friendships

that I have been permitted to have. Rachel reminds all of those who start on this program that they will have a lot of 'up' days and many, many 'down' days. It is hard, and it's painful and it takes a lot of energy and faith to continue. There is a lot of pain involved.

I can truthfully say that I have cured or healed myself of cancer (malignancy) and I can cure myself again if it ever becomes necessary. Better still, I have learned God's Law of Health concerning malignancy (cancer) and I will ever invoke this Law so that I am not likely to have the disease again.

In the old adage "Physician, Heal Thyself' two things stand out to me. One is, if a physician can't heal himself, how can he heal others? The other involves the true meaning of cure - cure for anything. It is so often said, "I went to Dr. Jones and he cured me." Nothing could be further from the truth. No matter how many years a doctor has gone to school, no matter how many college degrees he may have, a doctor can cure only one person - HIMSELF. It is important that a person understand that only he can cure himself of anything!

It is the individual and his body chemistry that cure him of disease. In doing this, he must take note that is physical, structural, mental, and spiritual, and that each facet plays a part in his cure. His physician or clinician can only bring to his attention some of the basic Laws of God concerning health. Unfortunately, many clinicians are not sufficiently aware of these Laws, even though they are honest and sincere, and try their hardest.

Although I am a clinician, I have no intention of treating anyone for cancer or any other disease. I am even more than a clinician - I am a teacher. My purpose in writing this book is therefore educational: I hope it will instruct you in God's Laws of natural good health - and particularly in those concerning malignancy (cancer) so that you can have a body free of this dreaded affliction. I call unto Yahweh - "I am that I am" - to bless this publication and send it forth to those who have the wisdom and need to use it.

TRUE EARLY SIGNS OF CANCER:

The true early signs of cancer are the signs of inadequate protein metabolism. They are:

· Gas on the stomach or bowel.

· Sudden weakness of the eyes.

· Tired feeling most of the time.

· Muscle weakness and cramps - first in the back, then in the chest.

· Extreme mental depression.

· Sudden change in hair texture or color.

· Development of various hernias (only in slow-growing tumors).

· Confusion - difficulty in making even simple decisions,

I had cancer for more than three years before the true nature of the problem ever dawned on me. At the height of the cancer, I supposedly had about two months to live. If I had not discovered God's Laws concerning cancer and applied them very diligently, I would not be here to share this information.

With few exceptions, by the time one discovers he has cancer he has had it for a very long time. This was my situation. Now that I really know all the true early signs of cancer, I also know that I was being warned many months before my case became clinical.

From time to time, I would notice belching just a little gas, but I didn't give it much thought -just supposed I had eaten a little too much. Eventually, I began to pass gas from

the bowel, a little at first, and finally so much that it was embarrassing to me and also my family. These were my first warnings.

My hobby was antique automobiles. On one trip the family made to Colorado in our 1923 Cadillac, I noticed that at dusk I found it difficult to read the road signs. I had to be right up to them before they became legible. I still didn't have the good sense even to suspect I had cancer, and didn't give the matter much more thought until two months later when I was showing some slides to the Antique Automobile Club. I couldn't seem to get the pictures in focus. I thought I had damaged my camera, but the club members said the pictures were very clear and that I'd better have my eyes checked. Finally, I gave in and made an appointment with the ophthalmologist for an eye examination. To my horror, he prescribed trifocals. My protests were for naught, and I could see my pictures and road signs much better. My second warning.

Things went on about the same for several months, until I began to notice that if I sat in one position for more than twenty minutes I would have muscle aches, particularly in the back. My physician finally gave me a muscle relaxant, after I'd visited him several times with the same complaint. I was still too naive to suspect cancer. The medication didn't help much, and in another month or so I began to have pains in my chest. This of course upset me considerably, and I rushed to the physician once more.

Over the next few months, several electrocardiograms were made and nothing out of the ordinary showed. It couldn't, because the pain was from the chest muscles - a frequent sign of cancer- but as usual, I was oblivious to the true early warning signs. My third warning went unheeded.

A long, long horrible period of mental depression followed - another true warning sign that cancer was rearing its ugly head. I went to the physician again and practically begged for help, asking for an antidepressant drug or anything that would help alleviate this chronic, severe depression. By this time, he was fed up with me and my complaints and he sat me down and carefully explained that there was nothing wrong with me. My heart was better than his, and it was high time that I stop worrying about it; after all, it was only in my mind!

As cancer progresses, it gives off a toxin that makes one extremely depressed, and there is a feeling of impending death a good part of the time. Gradually, during the entire three years of early cancer growth in my body, I became weaker and weaker. By this time, I knew something very tragic was taking place, but I didn't know what, and still don't have any suspicion that it might be cancer.

My job, the work I loved so very much, became distasteful. I wanted to give it up and start a new profession - anything to attempt regaining an interest in life. After all the many years of college training for a job I loved to do, I was seriously contemplating junking it all. After eight years of clinical practice and research, I found myself ready to throw in the towel. It was a terrible feeling to be so sick and not be able to understand why or put a name on it. My thinking became fuzzy, unclear and irrational. A fourth warning, and still not an inkling in my mind what the culprit might be!

During these many months of severe depression, my hair began showing some signs of lifelessness, becoming brittle and coarse. I was losing some, and what was left was fast becoming gray. Warning five also escaped my attention.

Also. at this time, I developed a hernia. This is typical of a person with malignancy, since the malignancy is accompanied by muscle deterioration. My sixth warning.

By this time I was feeling so bad that I reluctantly returned to my physician. He finally admitted that there might be something wrong and sent me off to an internist. After the passing of three month's time, during which the Beard Anthrone Cancer Test had proved extremely positive and I had undergone many other tests and diagnostic procedures including X-rays, the internist finally suggested biopsies of my pancreas, liver, and intestines. He suspected that these operations would reveal cancer. Although the biopsies were not performed, the physician's suspicions were correct.

My wife was privately told not only that I had tumors in all three organs, but also that in the doctor's opinion I had no more than 18 months to live. And though I had begun to suspect the worst, another month passed before I myself learned of all the facts. Meanwhile, the chief surgeon in our locale had ruled out full-scale surgery because he thought I was in such bad shape that I wouldn't make it off the operating table alive. My wife had been told to take me home and get our affairs in order as promptly as possible, for it wouldn't be long before I'd pass away.

Still, though I had been doing cancer research for several years, it had never occurred to me that I could have it myself. I guess I was just like thousands of people who thought it could happen to everyone else - but not me. Only the cancer victim can understand the fear and despair that finally overwhelmed me. This hit me harder, probably, than it would have the average person, because I had been studying and researching the details of cancer and had a firsthand insight into that horror of horrors.

Since early childhood, I experienced a deep and abiding interest in all facets of medicine and I had spent much of my life studying anything and everything I could find in the field. I had spent two and one-half years with the military medics and fourteen years working my way through college in hospitals doing everything from running electrocardiograms to assisting in surgery - viewing firsthand the complete gamut of medical practices and witnessing the tragic decline and ultimate death of hundreds of hopeless cancer victims.

With this great deal of knowledge about the medical community's various approaches to cancer, I knew that in spite of all the propaganda fed to the general public about success rates with certain treatments, there were actually very few people who survived the medical establishment's chemicals, surgical procedures, and radiation treatments. I didn't want to be another one of its statistics.

As soon as I realized my true situation, I decided not to take any new patients and prayed that I would be granted time to complete the work with the patients already under my care. It took me about two weeks to overcome the terrific shock and to wrestle with my fate.

After days of intensive thought and prayer, I decided not to accept the fate of an early death. Instead, I accepted life and my duty to seek out God's Laws concerning cancer and, if possible, apply them to myself and teach them to others.

My doctors had considered performing surgery on me, but they didn't think I would make it through the operation, I was so near death. God, in his infinite wisdom, had another path for me. Not being able to have surgery turned out to be a great blessing, but of course I didn't see it at that time. The only thing I could do then was regulate my diet. My life hung in such a delicate balance (another blessing), that I could feel very clearly the effect of each food I ingested. If I ate wrong foods, I could very easily tell it by the way I felt.

As time passed, I realized one of the basic laws of cancer: Wrong foods caused the malignancy to grow, while proper foods allowed natural body defenses to work and the malignancy was absorbed a little. This is one reason some people can live so long with cancer, while others succumb very quickly. Through a process too long to describe here, I worked out the relationship of enzymes, minerals, and co-enzymes, as well as proper detoxification procedures.

By the time I started my program, I was in very bad shape, extremely depressed, with nothing seeming to work out well. I had a feeling of impending death most of the time,

was always tired, and became completely exhausted at the slightest effort.

The cancer had eaten into the nerve connections to my heart, causing rapid pulse rates and irregular beating. My cancerous pancreas was so damaged and enlarged that I had hypoglycemia and was going into insulin shock several times a day. My liver also was cancerous and enlarged. I could not eat much, as I was so nauseated. My intestines were so laden with cancer that I was in constant pain. I will have scars for a long time to come.

When I finally worked out the total nutritional support program, I thought everything would be wonderful and I would recover without further difficulties. But I had still another lesson to learn. Recovery can be worse than the disease itself. I not only had to destroy the cancer, but I had to rebuild a badly damaged body also.

At first, I was anxious to destroy the cancer as quickly as possible, but I found that the toxic poisons made me extremely ill. I had to learn how to be sure the cancer was dissolving, but not too fast. At the proper rate, one would feel sick, but not violently ill.

As the cancer is absorbed by the body, it overloads the blood and liver with toxic poisons, making one feel constantly sick. This, for me, lasted about eight months after the cancer growth was stopped. All the while, the mental depression remains and the diet leaves you with cravings. One has been accustomed to all the tasty 'junk" and it is very hard to give it up forever.

As one begins to get over the "goopy" sick feeling, he will notice that he has a good day when he feels wonderful, then several bad days when he feels "goopy" sick again. He enjoys the good days so much that the bad ones seem much worse than they really are. Now he can realize how sick he has been.

About the time one is having a few more good days than bad, he starts having muscle cramps - very bad ones. This condition goes on for a minimum of mine months, and often much longer, while one is rebuilding muscle protein that was taken out of the tissue during the early stages of cancer. This stage is similar to the severe growing pains one might have experienced as a child or youth.

There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - one's good health! If all the steps have been faithfully carried out, one's body is in better condition than ever before in many cases. That wasn't true in my case, at least it hasn't been yet. Although my "incurable" cancer is cured, it did a lot of damage and it was five years before I was free of pain and felt really good. Nevertheless, years of precious, productive living. And if you can first find hope and then health through Metabolic Medicine, I will not have lived in vain. 

The most outstanding study in Medical History is of Pancreatic Cancer. At the request of Robert A. Good, Ph.D., M.D., former president of Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center of New York City, a medical student, Nick Gonzalez, reviewed thousands of Dr. Kelley's patients records selecting 22 patients with Pancreatic Cancer. Although Kelley had many more patients who were diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer, only these 22 met the rigid standards required in this study: i.e., Biopsy diagnosed at a major medical institution.

This study called a numerator/denominator, was requested by Dr. Good. In this study, a single form of cancer was chosen. Gonzalez chose pancreatic cancer since the five-year survival rate in orthodox medicine is virtually zero.

In this study, a total of 22 Kelley pancreatic cancer patients properly diagnosed by the orthodox medical community were broken down into three groups based on their level of

following Kelley's protocol. The median survival of the three groups is shown as:

Unit One: Ten patients never followed the protocol average survival 67 days.

Unit Two: Seven patients followed the protocol partially, average 233 days survival.

Unit Three: The five patients which followed Kelley's protocol completely achieved an average of nine years survival.

In fact, all five were still alive at the time of the study except one patient who had died (of Alzheimer's) after 11.5 years.