Essiac Essentials

half-yearly appointment to see the oncologist again. He wouldn’t do it because he was so convinced that I wouldn’t be around to see him. He started laughing when I walked into his office three weeks ago.
    “’You don’t look ill,’ he said. Then one of the other doctors came in.
    “’Is this the guy who shouldn’t be here?’ he asked.
    “Neither of them could explain why I was still around and looking very fit. I asked the oncologist how he would explain it if I was still around in another six months. He just shrugged and said, ‘Then you didn’t have cancer.’
    “So if I die, I had cancer. If 1 live, despite the cancer-positive results of all the previous tests, I didn’t have cancer. So who is in denial?”
     
    L. Evans, UK, June 1998
    “At Christmas last year I was thinking that I would lose my twelve-year-old Jack Russell terrier. She had had two heart attacks and was very poorly. I offered her Essiac and she licked up about a teaspoonful from my hand. I continued doing this for a week. As she wouldn’t take a larger amount, I put 10ml in a measure and she did not object to me just putting it into her mouth.
    “By March she was much more lively and eating well and now she does all the things she remembers doing when she was a puppy. For some years she had had a large lump on her rear end in an inoperable position. The veterinary surgeon says it’s OK as long as it is not causing her any pain or becomes worse in any way. It has not improved since she has been taking the tea but it is not getting worse so we live in hope.
    “For myself, having been a very fit seventy-eight-year-old, I was diagnosed as having high blood pressure and put on beta blockers etc. The tablets made me breathless and unable to do very much at all. Since taking Essiac I have regained a great deal of lost energy, I have cut down almost all of the tablets and my blood pressure averages 145/85. A friend of ours who takes Essiac as a tonic says it makes her sleep much better for the first time in years.”

     
    D. Richmond , UK, July 1998 — Age 53
    “I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) in February 1991 after extensive tests, MRI scan, lumbar puncture, x-rays, etc. My neurologist said there was no treatment but if my symptoms {trembling limbs, body, head} worsened, I would have to have steroid treatment. I was not very happy.
    “In August 1993 I was asked if I would like to try botulin injections into my neck every ten to twelve weeks — anything rather than steroids. Although this helped to stop my head shaking it didn’t help the shaking limbs.
    “In 1995, I started taking Essiac every night before retiring to bed and the tremors in all limbs ceased, with the exception of my left hand and arm. I continue to visit the neurologist but the amount of botulin he injects is half the original amount and he can’t believe how well and calm I am. I have told him I take herbal tea. There isn’t much of a comment but there again they don’t scoff because they can see how well I am. I feel I am very lucky as I am able to work, I can drive and I can walk. I have a lovely, caring husband and family, and finally I can write because I am right-handed!”
     
    Mali Klein , UK, June 1998
    “My husband was supposed to be dead by Christmas 1993. Our diagnosis was brutally terminal after only eight months of marriage. A large and aggressive Glioblastoma Multiforme tumour growing on the site of my Vietnam veteran’s old gunshot wound at the back of his head, seemed to be determined to give us a Christmas we didn’t want. Greg started taking Essiac on December 7th 1993 and within a few days he was much steadier on his feet, his eyes came back into focus, he was out of bed and reading whole books again. I booked us a holiday in Iceland to see the New Year fireworks and then a place on the ferry to France.
    “Greg’s illness was directly related to the war wound he incurred in action in Vietnam in May 1967. The resulting hole in his skull relieved the pressure of the developing tumour on his brain to the point that it was already so large on diagnosis as to be completely inoperable and untreatable. Greg died May 11th 1994, with a sun tan and at home in the South of France, without ‘tubes or morphine’, pain-free and in awareness, exactly twenty-seven years to the day, all but fifteen hours, since he was so badly wounded in Vietnam. He was only fully comatose during the last four hours of his life and he died a