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Desperate and seriously debilitated, I flew to Mexico where I spent $15,000 on an intensive course of intravenous megavitamin and live-cell therapy at one of the alternative cancer clinics which had offered some hope for my case. For weeks, doctors poured nutrients and natural medicines into my veins and mouth. I watched as many of the cancer patients around me seemed to get better and better with the treatments. And I did, too-for about two months.
I spent my 40th birthday hopelessly sick and in bed, which was where I stayed that entire year. The drugs, operations and Mexican treatments had completely failed, and my usual herbs and homoeopathic remedies, although they gave temporary relief, seemed almost useless against the disease. And by now, even though I had health insurance, my husband and I had spent over $100,000 of our own money, and still I couldn't even get out of bed.
I had one last surgery which removed another large bleeding tumour. When I got home from the hospital I weighed 89 pounds and developed a post-surgical infection which required several courses of antibiotics. After taking the antibiotics, I developed an extremely severe case of candida (yeast infection). My hands and arms became covered with a horribly fungal infection that nothing could relieve or cure, and I remained generally exhausted, bedridden and in intense pain.
Because of the surgeries, I was also experiencing early and severe menopausal symptoms: hot flushes, mood swings, water retention and depression. But because endometriosis is exacerbated by oestrogen, my doctor recommended that I refrain from taking oestrogen supplements which she said would have relieved the severe and very unpleasant symptoms.
Several months after the surgery, the all-too-familiar endometrial symptoms returned. My doctor assured me that all was well, but when I asked for and received my surgical records from the hospital I found she had written that "all attempts to remove endometriosis will be done, but complete surgical care can rarely be guaranteed; the patient may require further therapy for endometriosis, medically or surgically". For my exhausted and bewildered husband and myself, this prognosis seemed like an insurmountable and final defeat.
I had one more heart-to-heart talk with a gynaecologist who told me, "Given the severity of your case, the reality is that you could be facing a lifetime of corrective surgery." Given the state of my health at the time, I couldn't envision that "lifetime" meant anything more for me than a few additional years of mind-numbing pain and misery before my body finally gave out.
After nearly a lifetime of illness, these last episodes in my late thirties and early forties seemed like the final blow, and in all honesty I felt that there was no way out and no hope in sight. No matter how many times I'd been assured by my doctors that drugs and surgery would cure the endometriosis and my other disorders and make it possible for me to live a normal life, the doctors had been proven wrong.
A few weeks later when I heard that one of my friends from the cancer clinic had died in his sleep, I felt sad for his family but happy for him because he was finally free of his pain and suffering. In many ways I felt that he was the lucky one and I almost wished that the same thing would happen to me. It seemed that death would have been a blessing, especially so that my family could be freed from the seemingly never-ending burden of my illness and be able to get on with their lives.
Sitting alone and discouraged one morning, I glanced up dismally from a book I was reading when my husband came into the room. "I've got something else we can try, honey," he chirped enthusiastically, and proceeded to describe his conversation with a woman who had cured herself of a serious and reportedly incurable kidney disorder by using an unusual therapy. "Whaaat!" I responded after he told me what the therapy was. "I don't think so," I said, and went back to reading my book.
But after several more days and many more horrible episodes of pain and episodes of pain and drugs, my husband handed me a small book and said, "You've got to try this." I picked up the book and began to read.
The small, unpretentious-looking book was full of fascinating stories about people who had been cured of even the worst diseases with a seemingly strange and little-known natural therapy. The therapy seemed incredibly effective, yet I still felt reluctant to try it. But as I read further on in the book, the stories were so compelling and the therapy was so simple that suddenly it didn't seem strange or preposterous to me any more. And at this point in my now nearly futile existence, I knew I had absolutely nothing to lose by trying it-so I did.
From the first day I began the therapy, to my immense surprise I got almost instantaneous relief from my incurable constipation and fluid fluid retention. Within a week, my severe abdominal and pelvic pain was unbelievably gone.
The chronic cystitis and yeast infections (internal and external) soon disappeared, and food allergies, exhaustion and digestive problems all began to heal.
After a few more months of the therapy I noticed that, amazingly, my colds, flu, sore throats and viral symptoms, all of which had resurfaced and become chronic after the after the surgeries, now rarely made an appearance. My hair, which had fallen out in handfuls after my fifth surgery, became thick and lustrous, my weight normalised and my energy and strength increased so markedly that I was even able to work again.
Last summer I hiked four miles into the Grand Canyon. For the first time in many years I can swim and even comfortably ride horseback or on my mountain bike for hours at a time-all formerly unimaginable activities. Much to my own and my family's amazement, I am back at work. After 30 years of almost non-stop illness, I have a rich, full life again-and all because of an unbelievably simple and effective natural medicine that almost none of us even knows exists.
This natural therapy became, for me, a priceless gift of health, as it has for many others. It gave the fastest, most dramatic results of any natural or manmade medical treatment I have ever tried and was truly the miraculous happy ending to my long story of illness and failed medical treatments. By using this simple, natural medicine, along with other natural healing approaches such as homoeopathy, herbs, good nutrition and rest, I have been able to remain consistently disease-free and I feel better and stronger than I have ever felt in my life since that fateful day in July so many years ago. And even though this natural medicine seemed so peculiar to me at first, I later discovered to my surprise that medical researchers have been intensively studying and using this medicinal substance for decades.
Prepare yourself by first opening your mind. Let go of your initial disbelief and preconceptions and get ready for the best-kept secret in medical history. This extraordinary miracle medicine that numerous doctors, researchers and hundreds of people have used for healing is HUMAN URINE.
2. Extract from Nexus Magazine, Volume 3, #2 (February-March 1996) Australia
© 1996 by Martha M. Christy