The Grape Fast
The lump, in my throat, had grown back considerably in just a matter of a week since the operation, by the time someone phoned us about an article that they had seen in the newspaper recently. My father contacted the newspaper for a back issue. The article was about a Victoria woman who was in remission from Hodgkin’s disease (a form of cancer of the soft tissue). She had been working with a fellow in town and following his advice had been on an extended regime, where its main factor was a grape fast.
Somehow my father was able to obtain the phone number of the lady the article
had been written about and talk to her. She was extremely supportive, helpful,
and obviously healthy, we were convinced that this grape fast had merit worth
looking into. Through her we were able to contact the fellow she had been working
with. This was to be our first alternative effort at beating the cancer.
I remember the elderly gentleman whom we contacted lived high on a hill somewhere,
in the older part of town, in a big white old character house. He had a wonderfully
impressive library, (I have always been impressed by books), and seemed knowledgeable
in many areas of non-traditional medicine. He was kind, non-aggressive with
his views, and I trusted that he knew far more about what he was talking about
then I did.
He didn’t profess to be able to cure me; he was just knowledgeable about
things that I could try. He mostly counselled us on nutrition, (this was the
pre-healthy diet era that most of us live in now), what and when to eat, what
vitamins I should be taking and why. What foods were hard to digest and would
strain my body’s limited energy supply, we learned how to read labels
on foods, to see what is actually in them. One of the biggest eye openers for
me was to find out that most of peanut butters on the market have icing sugar
in them!
From him we learned about how dead cells and toxins are forever being eliminated
through various organs, kidneys, bladder, bowels, as well as others, with the
skin being the largest organ of them all. I learned about the importance of
drinking plenty of liquid for eliminating toxins, and to eat in such a way as
to enhance the action of the bowels, again for the elimination of toxins. That
it was important to help elimination through the skin by bathing in water with
pure peppermint soap than thoroughly scrubbing with a rough towel after bathing,
even scrubbing the skin with a body, natural hairbrush till the skin was pink.
We learned that if my body couldn’t keep up with this elimination process
I could have a problem with toxaemia, and even die of it.
He introduced us to therapeutic touch for the first time, similar to Reiki,
which I, as well as my children, have level two of now, as well as how to properly
go on a supervised fast. He had me start on a regime of black purple grapes
including chewing and eating the seeds, pure grape juice, as well as a full
stock of vitamins. This and water was all I was to eat and drink for thirty
days. I didn’t mind as it was at least doing something and within 3 days
my energy was building. The headaches were gone, I was sleeping better, had
more energy and the lump in my throat was disappearing again.
I learned how many extra hours there are in a day to think about food, when
you don’t use any of them up for eating? I had energy, time and a positive
outlook. All I wanted to do was cook, cook, cook and bake. Everyone in the house
was gaining weight just to keep me happy. I figured if I couldn’t eat
it, I could at least enjoy watching everyone else eating. Except for beginning
a life long hate for grapes, I had no difficulties at all with fasting.
All the information we got while on the grape fast, I still believe, to this
day, was indispensable, going as far as to say it was at least 50% of the reason
I survived through the extensive Chemotherapy program I was later to be involved
in.