I am a 74-year old man, a heavy smoker, divorced with 2 daughters. I live alone in Lazio. In November 2006, following a simple routine blood test to find the cause of my constant fatigue and general weakness, I was diagnosed with a fairly aggressive Leukemia that my hematologist thought best to hide from me. In fact, he was at first very vague about my disease and prescribed Oncocarbide tablets. Believing it was a simple blood dysfunction, I didn’t tell my 2 daughters in order not to worry them unnecessarily. But the drugs nailed me down in bed, more tired and weaker than before, giving me repeated nauseas. After a month of being unable to stand on my two feet, I decided to go see my family doctor, who, looking at my blood tests, said in surprise: “But you have leukemia, didn’t your hematologist tell you?”
The world crashed down on me in seconds, and I fell into the deepest depression, probably due to the sudden, unexpected revelation for which I was totally unprepared psychologically.
I decided it was time to inform my family. My eldest daughter has been very skeptical of official medicine from a very young age. Shewas very angry about the behavior of the neurologist for “deliberately failing” to inform me about the type of medication he prescribed and for “willfully failing” to ask for my opinion – an unethical and shameful act. She did some research on the drug he had prescribed and immediately informed me that my hematologist had put me on chemotherapy. She phoned him and asked very specific questions in order to prevent him from further humming and hawing.So he finally admitted that I would not live to see the summer, giving me about 6 months of remaining life.
Under my daughter’s pressing entreaties, seeing the discouraging results of subsequent blood tests and being unable to further stand the side effects of a drug that prevented me from having any kind of life (the effects were worse than the disease itself), I decided to stop all types of treatment.
In the meanwhile my daughter did some research on leukemia through the internet and found the Dr Clark website. I agreed to move in with her for a couple of months, so that she would help me follow the Clark treatment, combining the intake of Homeographic drops with zapping sessions, with a couple of sessions of ozone therapy and a dietary change. I also stopped drinking tap water and went to stock up on water from a nearby spring. We monitored new blood tests from time to time, and after a month of daily therapy all the blood values took the direction of improvement for the first time.
Although I haven’t managed to quit smoking, after almost a year of Clark treatment the red blood cells, which had been quickly halved by the disease, have gradually though slightly increased (about 15 – 20%), while the number of white blood cells, nearly doubled by the leukemia, has been lowered by 35%.
Today I am still alive, although very thin and sometimes very tired. But I have got past the death sentence announced meby my neurologist for the month of June, and I am preparing to celebrate Christmas, which is almost upon us.