“Is your mom still on that weird diet, that potato one?” my son’s friend asked. We laughed together as he told the story. I reminded him, as I remind everyone who asks “are you still doing THAT?” that I have concluded I really like feeling good. That day when I made the decision to make a serious diet change, having discovered malignant cells invading my body, is a day I can only view as a gift of God.
We all have friends who have lived exemplary healthy lives and yet still found their bodies invaded by cancer, wondering, “how in the world did this bad guy get in there?” With 9 days confined to a hospital room, I had adequate time to read and make decisions about changes I would need to make simply to see my beloved young grandchildren grow to adulthood. Remembering the name Gerson from some Netflix documentaries and my holistically minded friends, I downloaded Max Gerson’s biography on my kindle the morning after the cecostomy and began learning of this brilliant German medical doctor’s adventure into the world of food as medicine. Plagued by migraine headaches as a youth, he discovered during his years away from home in medical school that diet affected his headaches. Through personal experience, he could help people cure their migraines with an arguably rigid plant-based diet. In the early 20th century tuberculosis was an epidemic that kept its victims confined to sanitariums. When he happened to treat one TB ridden woman for migraines and her tuberculosis was also cured, he knew he was on to something. The roller coaster journey discovering a plant-based cure for many cancers took multiple unexpected and scary dips, from the holocaust chasing him from his home to becoming a serious threat to American oncologists.
But in between the dips were the seemingly miraculous and countless climbs of cancer healings. I left the hospital without any doubt this was the path for me to follow. For someone addicted to salt, an ice cream nightcap, daytime snacks and meals filled with varieties of obvious proteins, and who had decided early on that any possible spouse I might consider must love coffee as much as me, the sacrifices would be significant. Dr. Gerson called patients to make a two-year commitment to his program regardless how healthy they might think they had become. That seemed an eternity, but 18 months later, I have determined I will never stray far from this plan. Why? I feel too good to risk giving up that wonderful completely good feeling of eating. Feeling not only good in the taste buds, but good in the stomach, and no feelings whatsoever in the digestive tract! It is my hope to share here with hindsight how this “weird diet” has not only changed my life but has many components that could make anyone else’s life not just healthier, but more comfortable, 365 days a year. What a blessing to live always feeling good! Could it get any better? What do you think?