My grandparents on mother’s side of the family were farmers who lived in the tiny farming community of Constable, New York just a few miles from the Canadian border. They had no telephone or automobile. Their only means of transportation was their own feet – clad in shoe leather or, more often bare – or a horse-drawn buggy in summer and a sleigh in winter.
They had no electricity, running water, or bathroom. They did have an outhouse. Their only source of refrigeration was their basement. Their only means of heating their home in winter or cooking year-round was a wood stove. Most of their food was what they raised in their gardens and orchards and preserved for winter use.
They didn’t have any health insurance or life insurance, or access to a drug store, and their nearest doctor was a day’s travel by horse and buggy or sleigh on dirt roads to the nearest town. Their only remedies for sickness were natural ones.
Yet, they lived in excellent health into their 80s and died at home of old age.
My Mother Moves To The Big City
Grandma and Grandpa had 12 children, my mother being one of the 12. She was born in 1912 and raised in her parents’ home and grew up eating the same foods and living in the same conditions as her mother and father did.
When my mother graduated from high school, she left the farm. She wanted to be a nurse and so off to school she went to the “big city” (New York City) to attend nursing school.
While in nursing school, my mother also met my dad, a man who had been raised in the big city. In 1933, she graduated as a Registered Nurse (RN) from Mt. Sinai Hospital and married my father. I came into the world a year later.
In the big city, my mother was first introduced to all the manufactured foods that had been absent during her childhood years; she was also introduced to doctors and drugs. She did not foresee the impact these introductions would have on her health or that of my father.
Dad Dies Of A Massive Heart Attack
Unlike my mother, Dad had access to lots of animal source foods and refined sugar all his life, as well as to doctors and drugs. As a result of consuming all the animal fat in Dad’s diet, my father had his first heart attack at age 42. This started him down a life’s road that included numerous heart attacks and strokes, doctor visits, drugs, and hospitalizations.
During the next 23 years of Dad’s life, he was frequently in the doctor’s office and taking drugs daily. Neither the constant use of drugs nor frequent visits to the doctor, nor the numerous hospital stays he endured improved his health.
In fact, it was heartbreaking to watch him deteriorate year by year, until at age 65 he died of a massive heart attack. I was only 8 years old when Dad had his first heart attack and, because of his poor health, never had the privilege of playing ball or doing sports with him.
Mother Dies Following a Cancer Diagnosis
At age 49, my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer. When they opened her up they found the cancer had wrapped itself around her colon and they were unable to surgically remove the cancer. Instead, the doctor’s recommended cobalt treatments (radiation) and chemotherapy.
Having great faith in the medical system of which she had become a part as a registered nurse, Mother very willingly submitted her body to these medical treatments. These treatments destroyed her immune system! Every winter, she ended up in the hospital with pneumonia for which she was given massive doses of penicillin, nearly dying during several of these hospitalizations.
For the next 16 years — while she was under the doctor’s constant care, taking massive amounts of drugs, and in and out of the hospital — I watched my mother’s horrible decline until her death at age 65. When my sister and I cleaned out her apartment following her death, we removed three shopping bags of full, partially full, or empty prescription drug containers.
My Sister Dies Following Bout with Cancer
After nearly 10 years of doctoring, my only sibling died of thyroid cancer at age 69. Like our parents before her, she was constantly visiting the doctor and in and out of the hospital for radiation treatments as the cancer spread from one part of her body to another.
Two of her three children, after visiting their mother apparently too soon after radiation treatments, came down with radiation poisoning and thyroid cancer themselves.
Then It Was My Turn
Next, in late 1975, I was told I had colon cancer, the same kind of cancer that had taken my mother’s life following years of treatment.
For as long as I could remember, my mother taught me that when you get sick, you go to the doctor and you do what the doctor says (she was a nurse, after all). But the horrible experience my mother had following her cancer diagnosis, the terrible suffering she endured, and the rapid decline in health that resulted when she followed “doctor’s orders” caused me to reconsider taking the traditional medical approach that she had taught me to pursue.
So, after my cancer diagnosis, I went searching for an alternative way of dealing with my cancer and in that search I remembered an evangelist in Texas by the name of Lester Roloff. Brother Roloff had, for years, been trying to get preachers in particular, and Christians in general, to change what they ate from the SAD diet of the world to the diet God gave Adam in Genesis 1:29…
…and to drink lots of carrot juice.
Brother Roloff Encourages Me to Be My Own Doctor
When I sought Brother Roloff’s counsel, he discouraged me from following the route of drugs and doctors that had failed my mother. Instead, he encouraged me to simply change what I ate and to drink lots of vegetable juices as an alternative way of dealing with cancer.
I heeded Brother Roloff’s advice and, 37 years ago, I made a commitment to change what I was eating. Overnight, I stopped the consumption of all animal source foods including all flesh and dairy, along with all refined sugar and refined grains. In its place, I adopted a 100%, basically raw, plant-based diet.
My New Diet
My diet was based on the diet God gave Adam in the Bible in Genesis 1:29, which included lots of freshly extracted raw vegetable juices. Within weeks of making that diet change, my rectal bleeding had stopped, and within a year my baseball size tumor had disappeared.
All this happened without any doctor’s help, use of drugs, radiation, surgeries, or hospitalizations. As I write this 37 years later, I recently celebrated my 79th birthday in excellent health.
And what have I done these past 37 years in order to mitigate my physical problems, maintain my health, and reach the age of almost 80 in such excellent health? I chose, at the age of 42, to become my own doctor.
I have been sickness-free for the past 37 years. Shortly after my diet change for my cancer, my debilitating allergies ceased. My immune system strengthened to the point that I haven’t experienced the flu or even a cold or an allergy flare-up in the past 37 years.
My energy increased dramatically and here I am at the age of nearly 80 with more energy than many teenagers have. My mind improved and today it is functioning better than when I was a teen.
But that’s not to say I haven’t had any physical challenges these past 37 years.
In addition to the cancer in 1976, in July 2001, at the age of 67, after returning from a very stressful speaking tour in South Africa where I had delivered seven seminars in six days to an average crowd of 600 in six different South African cities (not to mention being in an airplane for over 57 hours in 10 days), I experienced a hemorrhagic stroke while lecturing at Hallelujah Acres.
After being rushed to the hospital, I was diagnosed as having experienced a ruptured blood vessel in the brain. The doctors wanted to begin intravenous drugs and airlift me to Charlotte for cauterization of the bleed. But my dear wife Rhonda, knowing that I hadn’t had a drug in my body in 25 years, was afraid the drugs would kill me, so she refused all medical treatments.
The doctors were enraged, told Rhonda that without medical treatment I would be dead in 24 hours, and ordered me out of the hospital. I was taken to my home by ambulance, lifted by stretcher onto my bed, and Rhonda had to sign a slip stating that I was still alive when they had delivered me to my home.
After the stroke, rather than letting the medical doctors attempt to restore my health at the hospital through the use of drugs and surgery, Rhonda became my doctor.
She had learned through the years of living with me that I considered raw vegetable juices to be the primary ingredient in restoring a sick and suffering body to wellness in most instances. And that is exactly what Rhonda proceeded to provide to me every waking hour – a fresh glass of vegetable juice or a serving of barley juice powder.
By the next day, my mind began to return. Within a week, Rhonda took me to a neurologist who examined my hospital records, talked to me, asked some questions and stated, “You are a miracle.”
The neurologist went on to share that approximately half of all those who experience a hemorrhagic stroke die, while the other half are usually left with lingering physical or mental limitations. Yet here I was just a week after the stroke with no lingering physical or mental limitations, nor do I have any to this day, nearly 12 years later.
Around 2008, at the age of 74, I was on the top of a six-foot ladder leaning against the side of our log cabin. I was on my tiptoes trying to reach a spot that needed staining when the ladder suddenly slid out from under me. The distance from where my head was when the fall began to where I landed on my left eye on a railroad tie was 16 feet.
My left eye almost immediately became swollen and closed tightly, but not a bone was broken. I had no pain, nor did I seek medical help. I knew that the only thing a doctor could do for me was to reattach my retina if I indeed had a detached retina, but if I had experienced a concussion there was nothing a doctor could do to help but observe me.
So , I once again chose to be my own doctor. Immediately, Rhonda started me on The Hallelujah Recovery Diet and I began taking five Serrapeptase (a natural anti-inflammatory enzyme available at Hallelujah Acres) every hour to help control inflammation.
We went to church that Wednesday evening and the people at church saw my condition. By Sunday there was little evidence I had experienced a fall. Today, five years later, the only evidence of that event is a little scrambling of the skin in my eyebrow area and a loss of some eyebrow — but these are not things that a doctor or drugs could have prevented.
Mother Was My Doctor
Though mother was a nurse and both she and my father did go frequently to medical doctors for their health problems, Mother did not take me to the doctor as a child — Mother was my doctor through all the childhood diseases I experienced, including mumps, measles, chicken pox, colds, sore throats, flu, fevers, bumps, bruises, etc.
Though a nurse trained in allopathic medicine, she nursed me back to health each time and without the use of drugs or doctors.
3 Reasons I Don’t Carry Health Insurance
In 1976, after watching my body heal itself of colon cancer through a simple diet and lifestyle change, I realized that I could maintain my health and prevent future sickness by
- Becoming my own doctor
- Feeding my body correctly with the foods God told us to eat for proper nourishment in Genesis 1:29
- Exercising daily
I figured that if I could maintain wellness through a correct diet and lifestyle, I did not need to spend all that money for so-called “health insurance.” Health insurance couldn’t prevent me from getting sick; it only paid for the drugs and doctors and hospital bills that would arise if I got sick as a result of not nourishing my body properly and failed to exercise on a regular basis.
Now I realize that no matter how well a person nourishes and exercised their body that would not prevent the potential for accident. Thus, I do encourage a good accident policy (which is difficult to find).
As a side note: this past week, I tripped while Rhonda and I were out power walking and fell hard on the cement sidewalk. I experienced no pain or swelling, and broke no bones. In fact, I quickly jumped to my feet, dusted myself off, and we completed our two-mile walk that afternoon, and then another two-mile walk that evening.
This is remarkable when you consider my age of 79!
Being my own doctor for nearly four decades has not only proven to be great for my health, but also for my pocketbook. By not carrying health insurance I have saved more than $150,000 in insurance premiums. In addition, by not carrying Medicare Part “B” I saved an additional $1,000-plus annually, and I saved even more by not carrying a Medicare supplement.
Have you ever considered becoming your own doctor?
The choice is yours… with God and the Bible as your teachers.
Next week, the good Lord willing and if the creeks don’t rise too high, we will share how you can personally become your own doctor. Trust you will join us and that you will share these Health Tips with friends and loved ones.