My Naturopathic Healing Biography and a Disclosure Statement
I have a certification in Iridology from the Institute of Natural Therapeutics as taught by Jack Ritchason N.D., Ph.D., March 7th, 1993. I completed a course certification in Natural Healing, Herbology, Clinical Cleansing, and Detoxification at the School of Natural Healing with Dr. Richard Schulze School Founder, August 2nd, 1996. I was awarded a Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine from Trinity College of Natural Health, January 5th, 2004. I successfully completed a course in Clinical Microscopy and Blood Cell Analysis in Biological Medicine with Biomedx Professional Training Programs, October 3rd, 2004. I granted myself all honors, rights and privileges which appertain to a Professorship of Science in Herbal Botanicals through Gordon University for the experience and education listed and unlisted above on the 18th of June Two Thousand and Five. I did this in response to some unjustified laws in California and the USA. I continue to take classes such as Advanced Nutrition, The Use of Enzymes in Naturopathic Medicine, and Analysis of the Face, Tongue and Nails etc. through the Institute of the National Association of Certified Natural Health Professionals.
My transformation into naturopathic medicine began twenty years ago when I cured myself of cancer. I utilized diet, cleansing, detoxing, exercise, neutralizing stress, spirituality and other various methods of Naturopathic Medicine. I pursue all of these techniques today, they are part of my life.
Well here is how it all started. Approximately twenty years ago, I was experiencing the symptoms of prostate cancer. However, I did not know where my symptoms were leading me at that time.
When I look back at those days my symptoms started at least two years before the cancer showed up. Those first symptoms were a loss of energy that was all pervasive. I felt bloated as though I was not digesting what I ate; I had a lot of gas. I had also lost interest in food, my appetite was gone I did not feel hungry. I would eat lunch because it was noon or supper because it was time for supper not because I was hungry. I was gaining weight. I have a six foot three medium frame that felt best at between one hundred seventy to one hundred eighty pounds. I was pushing two hundred pounds and my belly was beginning to hang over my belt. There was a nagging pain in my low back that would not go away. Occasionally I would pass blood in my stool. I was stiff all over especially the low back, my knees and my feet. When I got up in the morning the pain in my joints and back was so bad that it would take at least five minutes before I could straighten up enough to walk.
I added up all these problems and I figured that this was just old age catching up with me. I was approaching fifty and I had put my body through a lot. I figured I just needed to accept the fact that physically things were going to go down hill.
Then two years later the prostate problems started to show up. I noticed that I was having a problem urinating and sometimes there was a painful burning sensation. I could not completely empty my bladder. I always felt that I was approaching the need to go. It was always physically in the background, this feeling that I would soon need to go but then when I went only a small amount would come out; I could not quite finish.
It bothered me mostly at night. You know how it is; you wake up and realize you are getting a signal from your bladder it is time to go. Normally you go, then get back in bed and sleep soundly the rest of the night. That is not what I was experiencing. I had that feeling all night long it never stopped. I got up at least a dozen times every night and that feeling of "I need to go" never left me, what a nightmare.
I prayed every day that I would wake up and find that the problem was gone. I was deluded and I was afraid. It did not go away, it just kept getting worse. Then I started to feel a strange pain when I had an orgasm. It was not only painful it felt like my guts were falling out. It did not happen every time but it happened enough.
It was not long before my family found out what was happening to me and tried to convince me that it was time to see a doctor. I was literally afraid to find out what was wrong and I would not go. Then they told me something that I did not know about my grandfather on my father's side. He had died of prostate cancer and they told me it was a horrible death. Also, at about this time my father was being treated for prostate cancer. That information really raised my anxiety level.
Finally, a friend of mine, who heard about my plight through my parents, called me. He said he was going for a free prostate screening at a local hospital and why didn't I come along. Consequently, I did go to that screening with my friend.
I filled out a questionnaire and had a PSA test and digital exam. The doctor said there was something in the prostate and it would take further tests to determine what it was. The doctor's office called and sent cards urging me to come in as soon as possible for more tests.
I spent a couple of weeks thinking about this and I decided that I wanted to study things first. I am the type of person who before I buy a car or make any big decision I like to look at all the options available. In addition, I had a very life threatening and unpleasant experience with the medical system when I was young.
Here is what happened to me. When I was about five years old, I developed tonsillitis after several bouts of the cold and flu. My mother worked at a hospital as a phone operator. She found out which surgical doctor had the best reputation at the hospital as a surgeon for the operation.
I remember this doctor very well because he had a strange sense of humor. When he finished examining my tonsils, he told me he was going to line me up with some other children and one at a time, using a pair of pliers, pull our tonsils out. He laughed as he made the motion as if to pull my tonsils out. I was terrified as you can imagine.
Having my tonsils removed was one of the worst experiences of my life. At the hospital, there was a boy my age in the same room. I am not sure but I believe he had a urinary tract problem. We became good friends we talked a lot about our friends and school. He was afraid of the staff. When they would work on him, they would pull the curtains around his bed. I remember them asking him to breathe deeply in order to pee but mostly he just screamed and cried. A day after the operation my parents came to pick me up. When we left the room I felt so sorry for this boy, the look on his face, I still remember it.
My recovery from the tonsillectomy was very difficult; I just seemed to stay sick. A few days later, my breath became very foul and clotted blood started to come out of my nose. It looked like red toothpaste as it poured out. My mother said the smell was so bad that it was difficult to enter the room.
My mother called the doctor that day and told him of my condition.
He told her that I just needed more time to recover and not to
worry. My mother told him that his answer was not good enough and
that she was going to bring me into the office immediately. My
mother saved my life that day by not listening to that doctor.
In the doctors waiting room everyone was affected by the smell coming off of me. The doctor led my mother and me to his office. When he looked down my throat with a light, he exclaimed "Oh my God". Then with a pair of forceps, he pulled out some rotten sponges that had been left in me from the operation. Thank God, my mother insisted on bringing me in that day or it probably would have killed me.
So, with that fear of doctors and hospitals I started researching what is called the alternative medicine options. I read books on Chinese Herbal Medicine, Homeopathy, Ayurvedic Medicine from India, and the theories of natural healing from different Natural Doctors. Most of it did not make sense, it was confusing and obscure. It was written about people in different countries who lived differently and ate differently; it did not talk to me.
I tried a few of the techniques they suggested but it did not help. I took some herbs but I was not even sure that these herbs were any good. What do I know about herbs? The shelves at health food stores are loaded with herbs. I was like a turnip that just fell off the truck, I was confused
I got on many mailing lists because of all my research. One day I received a newsletter from a Thompsonian Herbalist. This Herbalist spelled out how Americans get sick. I read this article repeatedly because it made such good sense and it spoke directly to me.
I went to a seminar given by this Herbalist. He taught everyone how to use herbs, cleansing, detoxing, and other techniques to stop what was causing their cancer.
I did exactly what he said to do, by the numbers. I was scared, this was life and death. I was willing to do what it takes and though I had some doubt, I would give it my best.
Very close to three months later, I noticed that my symptoms were gone. It snuck up on me. I was so busy doing the techniques that I did not even notice the progress. It just suddenly dawned on me that the main problem was gone. When I went to the bathroom, I had a complete stream and my bladder emptied.
All those symptoms disappeared in about the same order that they came on. My energy and strength came back. I was again hungry for food and I enjoyed every bite. My digestive problems, the bloating and indigestion went. I lost the excess weight and I have remained between one hundred seventy to one hundred seventy five pounds ever since (that�s twenty years). I weigh what I weighed when I got out of the service. The pain in my back and the rest of my body disappeared including pain during sex. I could get up from bed and be ready to go immediately. I was reborn. And I swear to you that I have felt better every year, instead of feeling as though I was going down hill each year.
Even after the symptoms disappeared, I kept on doing the techniques as I was advised to. Approximately one year later, I passed what appeared to be tumorous material into the toilet during a bowel movement. I called in my roommate and she and I both observed what appeared to be wedged shaped sections of meat. All of it had right angles and did not look at all like fecal matter.
At about this time I needed to see a dentist. I had some cavities that needed some attention. This dentist, Doctor Merchef, x-rayed my mouth and said I needed three root canals.
I gave my OK and he started the procedure. After about ten minutes he stopped drilling, pulled down his mask, and made one of the most important statements I have ever heard which changed my life.
He told me that in his thirty plus years in dentistry he had seen only one other patient with a mouth like mine; a fireman in training twenty-five plus years younger than me. He said that my immune system is so strong that the nerves in all three infected teeth have built a calcium barrier between the nerves and the infection. He said that I did not need root canals. All he needed to do was drill out the infection and simply gave me fillings in all three teeth.
Then he asked me what I had been doing to create such a strong immune system. I explained what I had been doing for more than a year to beat my cancer. He was amazed.
That day I made the decision to become a Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine and I have never looked back.
In the twenty years since that time I have not drawn a sick breath. I have met a few other health challenges, a number of skin cancers on my face that I removed successfully with naturopathic treatments. Also, I was bitten by a black widow spider at a farm which I also treated successfully.
I never get a cold or the flu, or indigestion. My arthritis was cured so were my allergies and my weight stays exactly the same and I still do not need glasses. I do a maintenance program to keep my body free of all diseases.
My belief in naturopathic medicine is complete and I would like to help as many people as I can find the truth. This truth is empowering and I enjoy seeing the look on a clients face as they become empowered.
Let me summarize by making some comments on comments I have received concerning my biography. Most people applaud how I handled my disease situation and where it has led me. But there are a few who are afraid of what I have to say and do their best to pull apart what I wrote about this experience.
Let me just say a couple of things that I think can clear up any doubt that anyone might have. When this happened I had no plans to become involved in Naturopathic Medicine or helping other people do what I did. So I did not make a big deal of creating something I could use later to create a career. I just did what I needed to do at the time basing my decisions on saving my life.
About what I wrote in my biography; I just put down everything that happened to me at the time plain and simple. I could have made up a much more dramatic story to gain notoriety and expand my business. That would be easy because by law no one except me and the physicians involved have access to those records. But I do not think that way, I just tell it like it is and let the chips fall where they may.
Thank You So Much