Ms. A., my patient in New York City back in ’64, was a very conservative, single, Hispanic old lady who never thought to go see a doctor for the simple reason that to show her breasts, even to a lady doctor, was immodest, and unthinkable! It was her sister who called us at the Visiting Nurse Service of New York; the stench had became unbearable and nauseating. When I first saw her at home, both breasts were cancerous. She was hunched over a hospital over-bed table, unable to lie back. Breathing was difficult with two hard and heavy mounds pressing down on her chest. The left breast oozed pus and worms. Dead tissue around the edges gave the stink of decay. Inoperable, this patient lived with her cancerous breasts for a good 25 years; it was truly a miserable existence. Laetrile would have made a huge difference for Ms.A.
The problem was, her doctors would have scoffed at Laetrile, pronounced a fake cancer cure by the FDA and therefore banned in the U.S.. Even in the ‘70s, it was still illegal in most states and Mama’s supply often had to be sourced from Tijuana, Mexico.
Luckily we have a local alternative to Laetrile: kamoteng kahoy or cassava.
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