Here, Dr. Philip Binzel recounts the influence of G. Edward Griffins and the Committee for Freedom of Choice in California, his shift from the comfortable and safe practice of traditional Family Medicine to the unconventional Nutritional Cancer Therapy which consequently got him embroiled in the politics of cancer (Alive and Well, Chapter One: Case Dismissed)
Chapter Two: The Nutrition Connection
So, how did a Family Physician from a small town in Ohio ever get involved in a conflict with the FDA in the first place? If you read the Preface, you already know the answer. It was the fault of Mr. G. Edward Griffin.
It was Dr. Manuel Navarro who suggested pulped kamoteng kahoy for the malignant ulcers of my indigent patients.
My first poultice was crude and messy: grated kamoteng kahoy pulped with mortar and pestle, then applied directly on the breast ulcer. Though it worked, actually stopped the oozing on the first day, the problem was clearing off the previous application without abrading scabs that had formed. Continue reading →
I just had my HCG urine titer done and it came in positive at 50.5 units — that’s a 4+, meaning ‘faintly positive’ in the Navarro HCG Immunoassay. I have no doubt whatsoever as to the findings. There’s a malignancy growing somewhere, somehow, and I aim to catch it before it becomes a scourge.
I’ve often enough said how cancer is simply a deficiency disease, much like diabetes. In cancer, the tumor is the symptom telling those who would listen that their protein metabolism is in serious trouble, a warning that the body is unable to digest normal cancer tissue due to a deficiency of the pancreatic enzymes. Continue reading →
Ms. A., my patient in New York City back in ’64, was a very conservative, single, Hispanic old lady who never thought to go see a doctor for the simple reason that to show her breasts, even to a lady doctor, was immodest, and unthinkable! It was her sister who called us at the Visiting Nurse Service of New York; the stench had became unbearable and nauseating. When I first saw her at home, both breasts were cancerous. She was hunched over a hospital over-bed table, unable to lie back. Breathing was difficult with two hard and heavy mounds pressing down on her chest. The left breast oozed pus and worms. Dead tissue around the edges gave the stink of decay. Inoperable, this patient lived with her cancerous breasts for a good 25 years; it was truly a miserable existence. Laetrile would have made a huge difference for Ms.A.
The problem was, her doctors would have scoffed at Laetrile, pronounced a fake cancer cure by the FDA and therefore banned in the U.S.. Even in the ‘70s, it was still illegal in most states and Mama’s supply often had to be sourced from Tijuana, Mexico.
Luckily we have a local alternative to Laetrile: kamoteng kahoy or cassava.
Mama was 60 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, stage IV. She was irradiated only twice, had no chemotherapy whatsoever, but she lived for another 27 years!
Her left breast was hard as stone, with orange-peel skin, and retracted nipple when she had a radical mastectomy in 1973. With all her lymph nodes positive, she was irradiated immediately, straight from the operating room, and then again, early the following morning, in spite of explicit instructions to the contrary. That was the extent of my mother’s orthodox treatment. When asked how much time she had, the surgeon said he couldn’t give her a year, or a month…