Changing With the Tide

 

 

 

Doctors put drugs of which they know little, into the bodies of which they know less, for diseases of which they know nothing at all. - Voltaire

   What a trip this trip has been. Since I learned of my condition, life has taken a surreal plunge into the unknown and the undesired. Some nights I stayed up restless and worried, afraid my entire future was going to be taken or tampered with. There are always those inevitable and various life moments that happen at inopportune times and to people we love the most. Always after the fact, we wonder why we waited so long to change our course.

    I met a new patient yesterday, who not only understood me to the T, but also articulated the very phrase I have been saying in my minds eye about what we will accomplish here. It moved me to tears to make that kind of immediate connection with someone you just met. That morning at breakfast, I sat with another patient who was leaving after a two week treatment. She is in her seventies, lives in Riverside, and was here to get her diabetes under control. She and her husband were sharing with me the condition she arrived in. There were dark circles or liver spots on her arms and legs from all the toxicity she was carrying. Her voice was like old school Chicana; sweet, and calming, as she reminded me of my Nana Helen. Her family asked her to come here to get her body and sugar levels under control. Because of her age, she just figured she was too old to make that needed change to improve her quality of life for her remaining years. I assured her that her children and grandchildren would like her to be around for a long time, and without needless suffering. I cried again. I looked at her arms and let me tell you, they were without spots. Perfect seventy-something year old skin.

  Yesterday was a beautiful and emotional day for a lot of us. The clinic treats ten patients accompanied by their companions on a revolving time frame. More than half of the day we spend together on a property that lends itself very well to a kind of communal living lifestyle. We eat our meals together, enjoy our hourly drinks in the courtyard space near the nurses area. Then of course there is our time spent by the sea. During those moments of waking hours, we exchange stories of experience, strength, hope, loss, victory, and most of all change. Our conversations sometime consist of tears and emotion, usually followed by an abundance of laughter. Before my stay here, I longed to have that connection with another person who was walking the same path. We are similar beings in different ways and it is a blessing to be surrounded by them. Tomorrow is another day of goodbye's to more amazing people, and more experiences that will forever change the way I see the world.

The Journey to Gerson

    Many people have asked me how I found out about the Gerson Therapy. After I moved to Santa Cruz in 2011, there were pockets of time where I struggled to find solid employment, even with my Bachelor's degree. During that time I tried to stay educated wherever possible.  One of those days I recall coming across the Gerson Miracle on Netflix. At some point while I was watching it I thought to myself, how do people not know about this and why aren't more people using the therapy to treat canser? Naturally, the belief of healing your body by restoring its balance of homeostasis through detox and nutrition seemed like a brilliant yet devalued concept. I'm sure in the back of my mind there was the thought that if this ever happened to me I would want to go to Mexico for treatment. Looking back on it I wonder, did I manifest this to happen or was going to happen anyway and I was just given direction at that time.

   Last year when I learned that a dear cousin had canser, I remembered the Gerson Therapy and tried to suggest its adaptation in their home. I printed out the application for the clinic as well as the list of "Desired and Prohibited foods". They playfully called me "The Gestapo" because of the changes I was trying to strongly suggest. The other issue was the cost of the treatment, both for the clinic in Mexico, the supplements, and the cost/availability of organic foods. Rightfully so, the Gerson schedule is rigorous, precise, and multifaceted. While it is costly and labor intensive, the end result is what I consider to be simultaneously restorative and preventative treatments for all participants.

   Initially when I decided not to have the surgery to remove the mass in question and do a biopsy instead, I listened to the dr.'s recommendation. They said if it was lymphoma I'll just do chemo and harvest my eggs as soon as possible. Something did not feel right with that direction and on a subliminal level I started thinking about the Gerson therapy. We were all uneasy with my situation and the fear was flowing more and more. Shortly after my diagnosis, I decided to show my mom the Gerson Miracle. While she was receptive to the principles behind the treatment, she like everyone else, was hesitant to support me in taking that route.

   The day my mom, Steve, and I were in the exam room waiting to meet with the first oncologist, I read the list of chemo side effects aloud so the words of possible outcomes could really resonate with us all. The appointment was hostile, unreassuringly uncomfortable, and ultimately revealing the lack of consideration for me as a person. I felt like I was just another test group or walking data for the drug lords. After the oncologist had enough of our questions and left the room my mom looked at me and said, "So Mexico??" I said, "Yes please!"

 

My Healing Vibe Tribe

   Before I go on to share the happenings here in Mexico, I would first like to acknowledge and express my gratitude to the people who have come forward and offered their support for this healing journey. Every time a supportive message or donation came in, I felt the gentle push of mutual belief that this is the right path.

   On some level, we are all dissatisfied with the traditional treatment options for canser patients. (Thass right I spelled C-A-N-S-E-R like the author Kris Carr, just to piss it off.) We have all been affected by the disease in some way or another and immediately pray this is not a ill-fated precursor for a loved one or anyone else. I see the looks of condolences people give me for my current situation, mostly because we have been without hope for so long. The traditional treatments are a gamble for some, a victory for the fortunate, and a complete loss for many it seems. When given the opportunity, I have always been too frugal to gamble, and so it is today with my quality of life. 

   A million thank you's for every person who contributed money, sent out a positive thought, a good vibe, a healing prayer, or kind intention. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for believing not only in me, but also our amazing ability to restore our health with nutrition; or in my case, soultrition.

   If you are just joining me on this journey and would like to understand the reason for my appreciation and how I ended up on this healing path in Mexico, view my story here.

With much love and deep gratitude,

Jessie Renee