ALTERNATIVE HEALING: MAGICAL ELIXIRS

THAT AREN’T CHEMO

One of my new age friends recommended noni juice as the panacea. I decided I would try it the regimen required a quart a day for ten day, then ½ and so on til you reached 2oz a day. It’s about 30 from the dealer and it really tastes awful maybe the way whiskey tastes to a baby. I spent my month slugging it all day long, slinging back glasses of water to rescue my mouth from the taste. I drank from the bottle (while I was on the quart treatment) hoping maybe I’d get stopped for drinking. There was something about the image of me being pursued thru central park in the late afternoon as I slammed a tall green bottle. I wanted the officer to taste it or at least smell it. It never happened but it helped me get the noni juice down. When I went back for a blood panel my numbers soared apparently the magic of noni is its antioxidant value and I found out that my little mm loves antioxidants so they proliferated. It was time for treatment. There is no direction evidence as to what moved the numbers, but for me the timing seems clear.



Now, I have always been peripherally involved with supplements and health food, which means in plain English, I buy a multitude of supplements and take them for a while and then forget about it. I am aware of most of the latest trends, but am a little skeptical and a lot lazy.
Once the people in my life knew I had cancer, a friend of a friend of a friend called me to suggest I try a juice, which will go nameless. This juice was about $40.00 a bottle and I had to drink a bottle a day for ten days and so on. Now everything in my life had a protocol. I made phone calls, talked to people who had been healed and decided that what the heck, I’d give it a try. Of course, I didn’t call my doctor. At lunch hour the distributor arrived in my school parking lot with two cases of this stuff. It comes in green bottles that look quite like wine bottle and the stuff is reddish purple.
I brought one bottle up to the English office. I opened it and drank from the bottle-after all I had to finish it. It was awful, but I endured. By the end of the school day, I still had a half of a bottle left so I took it down to the car with me. I have to admit that I took a few slugs on my way back to Manhattan almost wishing a policeman might catch me in the act of poisoning myself. For ten days, I drank a bottle a day, then a half for a few days, a quarter and then I went back to see my doctor. My numbers shot up to 6500 (from 4500) and I was now going to start treatment. I can’t say the juice caused the increase, but my doctor told me that my cancerous cells crave antioxidants. It’s their candy. I passed the information about this wonder juice onto my sisters and two of the three started to drink it. One has made it part of her daily regime, swearing it helps her with her fibromyalgia.