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!"