I am a farmer's wife, age 53. We live in a modern, ranch-style home in Northeast Iowa. We raise cattle and have about 500 acres in diversified farming. We have always been active in church, farm bureau, school, and community affairs. We have four married children.
I have worked outdoors doing fieldwork, chores, chickens to tend, and a large vegetable and fruit garden. My children had lots of sickness from tonsillitis to chronic bronchitis, and coughing day and night with high fevers. When we learned about chiropractic, that helped us a lot. When our youngest daughter was 14, she missed six weeks of school with headaches as a forerunner of arthritis. She was in three different hospitals, with all the typical medical tests done, showing nothing but arthritis. They sent us home with the comment that there was nothing they could do for her arthritis but give her 6 to 20 aspirin a day. From here, I studied nutrition like mad and would give her various things for her condition and she improved dramatically. The next year, she needed a health examination so she could be a lifeguard and the doctor told us he had never seen anyone so healthy. I told him it was all the nutrition I was giving her and he said that had nothing to do with it, but I knew it was the answer. We have had numerous medical doctors but none knew anything about nutrition or will admit it has anything to do with health.
I spent nine years working with the American Cancer Society as door knocker, county chairman, crusade chairman, at district meetings and state conventions. My mother died of cancer. I know what the word "cancer" means - the hopeless feeling, the despair - and I am scared to death of it. When I made my last call on a dear friend who died of cancer, I wanted to say to her: "I'll be the next one," for I had found a lump in my breast at that time; also, I was having digestive disturbances. This was three years after I started learning about nutrition. I have read a lot of books, health magazines, etc. I knew what medical science was doing. I was determined I would not go to be butchered at the hospital. I said nothing to anyone about the lump. It got larger as time went on. I was trying to eat right, as much as I could read in the books.
The following March, my husband wanted to get each of us a life insurance policy. I said nothing but I knew I wouldn't pass a health test. The doctor told my husband about the lump and I was refused the insurance policy. He told me to go to the hospital and have a biopsy, etc. I wouldn't go. We went to visit my sister and told her. By this time the lump was plainly visible when you looked at my breast. In a few days she telephoned she had learned of a chiropractor that could help. He had helped his daughter. A light in the tunnel. We started going to the chiropractor three times a week, a 100-mile trip. After a few calls, he told us about Dr. Kelley and advised both my sister and me to go to him, as she had had surgery and they found cancer. In June we made our first call to Dr. Kelley. By this time the lump in my breast was 1-3/4 inches across and there were numerous small ones and even some in the other breast and more digestive disturbances.
Looking back now, I can see the Lord leading me to study about nutrition so I would be prepared to know what I needed when Dr. Kelley set up our nutritional plan. I told our children of the lump in my breast and our plans to go to Texas to see Dr. Kelley. From the beginning, I had the assurance that I was doing the right thing. I had accepted Christ as my Saviour and I knew His perfect peace and was assured of His leading. Our youngest daughter made it plain she thought I should go to a medical doctor. My husband was doubtful, but let me do what I wanted to do.
I ordered Dr. Kelley's book, One Answer to Cancer and started the beginning of the treatment. This looked like a large undertaking. Dr. Kelley was a long way off and would be hard to contact regarding problems from day to day. Still I never doubted that this was the way I should go. I have doctored my children for 18 years with medical doctors and medicines and never had any help. This had to be the better way. I never told my family doctor about the lump in my breast. The only one who knew of it was the doctor who had refused me the insurance policy.
When we went to Dr. Kelley for our test, he counseled us as long as we had questions. We left his office with our programs to follow. My sister and I studied our books all the way home, which was a three-day trip. Dr. Kelley had told us in his book what to expect, how we would feel and what our body reactions would be, so we would be prepared to know what was happening. Whenever we had doubts, we kept remembering that Dr. Kelley had this and he knows what to do. This was our confidence.
I bought a juicer and made carrot and celery juice several times a day. That took a lot of time. Preparing all of the fresh vegetables takes time. But, I had my own garden for years so I knew how much work it is to raise and prepare vegetables for the table. Now we were eating everything raw possible. Even my family cooperated.
Within two weeks, my digestive disturbances were better. At first I'd go out and work awhile and come in to fix carrot juice and lay down to rest. Then get up and go out again to finish the jobs. My family helped carry the water and feed for the chickens, but I still raised and dressed 150 chickens that first summer. In six weeks, I felt really good. I didn't have any of the things that Dr. Kelley had written in the book that I might have. My body responded quickly and I began to regain my strength that I hadn't had for months. I Never Ate One Thing I was not supposed to eat. I took my nutrition exactly as he told me. I have always been a determined person. I did everything as near right as I could or knew to do. This helped me in my diet. If I had even once eaten sweets or anything that was on the list of "no-no's," I wouldn't have been able to win the game. That's what you need - determination to follow the rules.
In six months the lumps in my breasts were gone. I felt much better than I had before. I had not had surgery and the awful ordeal of that, or intravenous feeding, and I still had a whole body. I was telling everyone to eat right. But I did not tell anyone (outside of my family) that I had cancer. People knew I had been really sick, but not what was really wrong with me. I guess I wanted to be sure myself that I could do it before I would tell anyone you could lick cancer with proper lifestyle and nutrition. I continued chiropractic treatment for years, and still do. Mostly when I talk to people about eating properly - not eating food with preservatives, eating raw foods instead of cooked ones - they make light of it and never really listen. Yet, many call me with all of their ills and ask me what they should do. Some I can advise and some don't believe what you say anyway.
Three years later in March, I applied for another insurance policy with another company. I told him I had been refused a policy because of the lumps in my breast. He sent me for another health examination with another doctor. I told this doctor also about the lumps - that I did not go to a doctor but I started taking nutrition and eating raw foods, etc. and the lumps went away. He couldn't find any lumps. They X-rayed my chest and found nothing. Yet he would not believe the nutrition had anything to do with it. He told me I was in excellent health and I got the insurance policy. It was a much larger policy than the one I had been refused because of the lumps in my breast.
In July after the X-rays, I noticed the lumps in my breast again. I had just read an article in the paper that they were finding "hard evidence that X-rays are actually causing cancer." On July 20, 1976, when I discovered the lumps back again, I immediately went back on my original schedule and diet and within 6 months my lumps were gone again. My advice to others would be - don't get X-rays taken. The radiation exposure is too dangerous.
After 5 years with Dr. Kelley, I do not need tests as often as I did. I follow his diet list and my own home grown foods when possible. I continue to take all kinds of nutrition as he recommends. I am not as strict with my diet as I was the first three years but when I don't eat right, or stop the nutrition, I don't feel good and I know what to do to get better again. Dr. Kelley has answered personally all my letters to him about health problems that come up. He takes my telephone calls when I need to know something right away. Good health is something you need to work at daily. Dr. Kelley's advice works. My illness has given my husband and me a better, closer relationship than we have ever known. I know Metabolic Medicine works. It did for me.
Dr. Kelley: "It's hard to appreciate the sorts of obstacles patients had to overcome to see me as a clinician. First of all, I am not a medical doctor I am a dentist. Second, my office was unbelievably unacceptable when compared to where a lot of these people had gone - to the great clinics and hospitals of our world. They really had to lower themselves to come into my meager surroundings. While adequately appointed and kept immaculately clean by my receptionist, there certainly was no pretension in any respect. On many occasions, people would drive up in their Cadillac or Rolls Royce and drive away because they thought that they couldn't possibly find anything of worth in such an unpretentious office."
The parents of the patient relate this testimony.
Female: age 27, no history of smoking, drinking or drugs; attack of hypoglycemia between ages of 15-17.
November 1973 (when D was 20) was our fist indication of a problem. D was stricken with aches and pains and fever. A 3-day flu had been hitting our area with similar symptoms so at this point we were not overly concerned. After several days of unsuccessfully trying to keep her temperature down, we decided this was something other than the flu. At the emergency receiving room of our hospital, chest X-rays, blood tests and urinalysis failed to locate her problem. Her temperature range for a 24-hour period went from below normal to 106ºF. We were referred to a M.D. who specialized in internal medicine.
Thus began a nightmare that lasted many weeks. Testing for one week as an outpatient ended in no answers. She was rapidly going downhill - weakened by the many hospital trips. We were advised to admit her into the hospital for extensive testing. Up to this point in our lives we had never even considered the fact that anyone could be this sick and not have a physician give the reason. We feared in the beginning a serious disease, but as time went on we would have welcomed anything that would have been a concrete answer. Watching D dying with no apparent reason left us quite helpless except for our faith in God. As time went on we found ourselves doing more praying and less reaching out to Man for answers. We needed a miracle and we had no doubt where that would come from.
Biopsies, scans, X-rays, bone marrow tests and blood taken every two hours became our way of life for the next ten days. No answers. D losing ground. Six local doctors and two consulting doctors from a larger city failed to find anything that could be causing death.
By now D had lost 40 pounds, most of her hair had fallen out, her menstrual periods had stopped, severe anemia and painful hot lumps traveled all over her body. Massive doses of penicillin and streptomycin had caused a near total hearing loss. She was dying from malnutrition.
The week before Christmas the doctor informed us that D had run out of time. The only thing left was exploratory surgery. After questioning the doctor closely about her chances of coming through the surgery and of their chances in finding the problem, we decided to take her home. It was a big decision. If she was going to die, we wanted her to be at home where her loved ones could be with her. No more tests and definitely no hospital, we were leaving for home with a lung fungus medication although all tests were negative.
Little did we know that this would be the turning point in our battle. Everything was downhill from there out except for one minor incident.
We were on our own now but somehow had a strange feeling of relief. We had no intention of just sitting and waiting; we could not just do nothing. We began with Adelle Davis' anti-stress formula and large does of vitamin C - (the doctor had refused to give D any vitamin C through the vein while in the hospital.) We had been taking natural vitamins for several years and knew vitamin C would do no harm. As we look back we know that this was God's way of letting us know we were finally on the right track. Many people all over the USA were praying which resulted in two tired weary people getting divine guidance directly from God daily.
Five days after the vitamin C was given, her temperature was normal. God in simplicity, restored life to a dying body.
Our first visit to the doctor's office three weeks later found D improved in every area, strong enough to walk, hair growing, appetite normal and gaining weight. The doctor's face could not hide his disbelief. His associates came for a look-see too. After we explained what we had done, he checked her records and gave all the credit to the fungus medication. He was so sure and convincing, we made our first blunder since leaving their hospital. We cut back on the vitamin C and concentrated on the medication. Her temperature rose immediately. We were shook. After asking God's forgiveness, we resumed with our vitamin C schedule, adding health-building foods as fast as D could take them.
A searching time began as we looked for answers. D was returning to health as rapidly as she went down, but what happened? Would it happen again? Did God want us to go on searching for the answer or accept her healing and let it go at that. God led our steps to the answer.
Because we were involved in a natural business, we had heard of Dr. Kelley. Thinking he could help us with a proper balanced diet that would be scientific instead of guesswork, we began to investigate the possibility of a visit. We had exhausted our finances paying hospital and doctor fees, so back to earnest praying. When we received a check from a friend in the amount that we needed for the trip, we knew God had given us a green light.
In March our first visit to Dr. Kelley was made. We could not believe what took place. Answers instead of questions. How refreshing! There was a problem: A malignant tumor on her pancreas. It was still there. Wasn't God good to keep us searching? (A medical doctor later confirmed the tumor.) Although we were saddened by the nature of her problem, we were relieved to finally have an answer. We were told when her problem started, how long it would take to clear it and a possible reason for the problem beginning in the first place. The diet alone would have been worth the trip, the rest we considered priceless.
Upon our return we began to change our lifestyle to fit D's new program. It was difficult, but we followed it in its entirety without any alterations. D had amazingly few problems and returned to work June 1. (A total leave-of-absence of 6 months.) To date she has had no recurrence of cancer and no major health problems of any nature. She takes vitamin and mineral supplements.
What we have learned about cancer through Dr. Kelley has spared at least eight lives. We would go the same route again well knowing what we would be getting into and knowing the results. D's life was worth it all; the other eight we look at as a major bonus from the Lord. My unanswered question: Why could Dr. Kelley find in one day what many doctors could not find in many months?
Dr. Kelley: "Pancreatic cancer is very devastating and very close to my heart because that's what I had. The average life expectancy of a clinically diagnosed case of pancreas malignancy is two months. This lovely young lady, with eight years' survival, is an example of what can be done with total family unity. This family is a wonderful example of 'how to.' They addressed two contributing factors to successful healing - a positive attitude and the willingness to do whatever it takes to get well.
"Pancreatic cancer has some particular characteristics which are not like other cancers. These characteristics include a lot of excessive gas and very unusual mental states such as very severe nightmares, depression, anxiety and all the negative factors that otherwise happy and cheerful individuals would not have. Such individuals flip into depression and irritation and become hard to get along with.
"D is so nice, it's hard to imagine her being hard to get along with. But even if she was, her parents would have understood and paid no attention. That kind of unselfish support can make the difference between life and death."
"You have cancer."
When I heard those three words over the telephone my only thought was "I'm going to die!" I was "shook up!" I barely heard the voice on the other end of the telephone tell me to come in and see Dr. S.L. as soon as possible.
Only another cancer patient knows what it means to be told "you have cancer." It is not only a sentence of death; it is a sentence of death linked with severe pain.
I was 46, living and working in New York City when I was diagnosed as having cancer. I had been feeling "poorly" since I was 37 and had had a partial hysterectomy. I was trying every day to live with "feeling poorly" because no doctor I saw was able to help me "feel better." And believe me, I saw many physicians in the "Big Apple."
Our family physician, Dr. H.H., said I should see a specialist because my periods were too long, I was losing too much blood during each period and I had fibroids. I went to the specialist he recommended who urged me not to wait, but to have the operation "before it was too late." I followed orders. I had the operation. (By the way, I remember being sedated and prepared in the morning for the operation, which was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. I remember not being wheeled in until 4:00 p.m.! I was worried and wondered . . . will I get the right operation? This experience filled me with dismay and created distrust for the medical profession.)
I was discharged with a clean bill of health. Now that I had had the operation, did I feel better? No, I felt worse! I was passing gas, feeling tired and terribly constipated. It did no good to hear nice words of assurance from the doctor or that the tumor they had removed was the size of a five-month pregnancy. I didn't feel better hearing that it was normal for some people not to have daily bowl movements. I felt loggy. Shortly after the operation and an "OK checkup" from the surgeon, I went to our family physician with the complaint "I have pain in the abdomen." He examined me and was surprised to find a cyst in the former womb area. He asked me to return to the specialist. I refused. I told our family physician that my confidence in the specialist was gone. I asked him to take care of me. After much pleading, he did. He removed the cyst in his office by cauterization. Those were two painful office visits for me.
I still felt rotten. I was fatigued all the time and passing gas much of the time. I had attacks of illness diagnosed as myositis and facial neuritis. I had pains in my abdomen, which were diagnosed as a nervous stomach. The family doctor suggested I take the gallbladder test. I took it. Fortunately, at the time, there was nothing wrong with my gallbladder. I went to the dentist often because my gums were bleeding and my teeth were loose.
I was born with a brown mole on my left cheek. When I was 14, hair began to grow in the mole. It didn't hurt, but I felt a pulsating sensation in the mole area. I saw a doctor who recommended removing the hairs by electrolysis. I did this. Afterward, the doctor said "It looks OK; we'll leave it alone for now, but you should always watch the mole for any changes."
Two years after the hysterectomy operation at the age of 39, the brown mole on my left check started to throb and grow. I saw a skin specialist and had the mole excised. A biopsy was performed. Diagnosis: Non-malignant.
In the fall of 1969, I saw a gynecologist for a checkup. This doctor recommended estrogen because I had had a partial hysterectomy. I took the estrogen for three months only because round white spots emerged on both of my thighs and a growth developed under the arch of my left foot. I had to have this growth surgically removed. This, too, was biopsied and declared non-malignant. At the same time, the skin specialist removed some small growths on my face, forehead and right wrist.
I was depressed; I was still suffering with passing gas; my eyes were deteriorating. I couldn't focus; couldn't see telephone numbers or addresses in the telephone book, found it difficult to read the newspapers. I suffered with muscle weakness and cramps. The latter condition would often strike me at night while I was sleeping with such severity that I would wake up screaming from the pain. My chestnut brown hair was turning gray; the texture was now brittle. Worst of all, my face "itched" 24 hours a day. I wanted to holler because there was no letup of pain. I found I could no longer tolerate any sunlight.
I went to yet another specialist. I gave him a list of my complaints. He gave me a battery of tests, a big bill, and said that the tests showed there was nothing wrong with me. He said, "You're getting older, try to make things easier." He suggested I see a psychiatrist. I questioned him about my facial condition. He said the facial problem was probably part of my active imagination. Ooh, but I was angry when I left his office.
I found the pain in my face intolerable. I made an appointment with a skin specialist in 1971. He performed surgery in his office and said, "We'll do a biopsy but I doubt that you'll get your money's worth," Well, his office is the party that called and told me, "You have cancer." I think I was shocked because I thought I had a charmed existence when it came to surgery and biopsies. After all, I had been through many operations and biopsies and all had been diagnosed as being benign.
I followed the skin specialist's recommendation of going into the hospital immediately and having the "entire cancerous tumor completely removed." He said he was sure this would be the case.
The short hospital stay was an ordeal. For a facial condition, I had to undergo a series of body X-rays and other tests. When I asked, "Why? I was told it was "hospital procedure." I don't know what good they did; I do know it hiked up the bill. In the hospital I had a section between my lip and chin cut again. This biopsy also stated that "the patient has cancer." The doctor said, "Go home, let your face heal and see me in six months."
About this time I began to visit health food stores in my neighborhood. Why? I thought there might be something to taking supplements. I was hoping to find something to take to have more energy. I bought books on health and I bought health magazines. I was investigating another avenue towards feeling better.
I didn't wait six months to see the doctor. I called for an appointment four months later because of the continuing pain. I saw the skin specialist and on January 14, 1972, he cut away another portion of my chin. Another biopsy was performed. Diagnosis: Cancer. He now told me that I should see another type of specialist. In his opinion, I now needed chemo-surgery because the cancer had metastasized and evidently was deeper than he had previously thought. He explained the treatment to me. I would be under the care of a very well known chemotherapy specialist. I would not have to be hospitalized for the treatment. I would go to the hospital for five to ten days on a daily basis from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. Special chemicals would be put on my face and where an area revealed cancer, the specialist would cut. After following this procedure, he told me that if my face did not heal he knew of a very good plastic surgeon.
For several reasons, I decided not to follow the above path. First, the expense was beyond the means of my husband and myself, and second, female vanity. I could not bear to think of going out shopping, or going to work with a face any more mutilated with scars and blobs than I already had from previous facial operations described above. I must mention here that after the second facial surgery when the bandages were removed, instead of a scar there was a big blue eruption on my skin, which I named "The Blue Blob." The surgeon said it was the "cancer showing." I reasoned that since neither the surgeon or the skin specialist had cured me - even though I was assured of a cure with each bit of surgery I went through - I was fearful of following the road many of my relatives had. Too many in my family have died of cancer. I can remember hearing the doctors assure them and members of the family that they would recover. Doctors assure cancer patients they will recover till the day the cancer patients die.
The surgeon/skin specialist recommending chemo-surgery wanted me to start treatment immediately. I had quite a time telling him I could not do this immediately; that I had to take care of business and personal matters first. It was difficult but I finally convinced him it wasn't necessary for me to quickly hop into the chemo-surgery program. I promised to call him soon and let him know when I would start the chemo-surgery program. I never did call him, but his nurse and even he called my husband, urging him to reason with me "for my own good."
Right after receiving the "black news," I called my husband at work and told him I wouldn't be back at our place of business or home until I found another way to combat cancer. Don't laugh at me. I knew there must be a way to fight cancer without being cut, burned or poisoned any more. In the summer of 1971, my husband was tutoring in Connecticut. While he was out working one sunny afternoon and I was alone in our hotel room, for the first time in my life I prayed to God for help. I cried and prayed at the same time. I cried because I was in so much pain I let it all out because I was alone and no one could hear me. I prayed out loud; I prayed silently. I kept repeating, "If there's a God, then help me find the person who can help me get well." I fell asleep crying and when I woke I thought, "Soon I'll find a way to fight cancer."
While I was talking to my husband, it came to me that my prayers for help would be answered by visiting a health store in my neighborhood that carried a varied selection of books on the subject of health, including cancer. Also, this health store posted notices of health meetings which I noted from time to time, but never attended because I was working when the meetings were held.
After talking with my husband, I took a subway to the health store and read the first four pages of the Kelley book, One Answer to Cancer and got very excited because the symptoms Dr. Kelley describes in a cancer patient have matched mine except for the hernia. That condition I didn't have. I begged and pleaded with the owner of the health store to help me get to Dr. Kelley. She listened but did not answer. I told her I was sure she knew how to help me get the Kelley Test. I broke down and cried and told her I had cancer. Then she gave me the name of a person to contact.
I had my first Kelley Test in late January of 1972. The Kelley Test disclosed that I had only one tumor and that it was in the jaw area of my face. Imagine dear reader; Dr. Kelley told me the location of my cancer sight unseen; he told me the location without subjecting me to painful surgery or biopsies. I say shame on the medical profession for ignoring Dr. Kelley.
The first day I began the Kelley regime I took the Epsom salt "cocktail" and collapsed on my kitchen floor. Yes, I was that full of garbage. I know that today. All my life, until I started the Kelley program, I did not eat food to nourish my body; I ate American Junk Food - French fries, pizza, soft drinks, potato chips, etc.
The Kelley program is not at all similar to any program devised today by the Medical Establishment. You don't take a pill or a few pills; you don't get a shot or a few shots. By golly, you have to WORK to get well. I experienced many unpleasant, unusual conditions I had never experienced before. I had migraine headaches, and all too often, because I went overly "gung-ho" on the program. I developed "Flu-like body aches." The Kelley program of purges, enemas and colonics, cleaning the liver, kidneys and lungs, changing one's diet - shook up my body - literally. At times I could feel my insides turn upside down. Often I felt so "goopy" ill I would complain, "Ooh, how can Dr. Kelley do this to me?" When really what I was saying was, "Ooh, how did I ever get this sick?" I eliminated parasites and even live worms. Our apartment acquired a putrid odor. But then I started having days without passing gas! I also had days when I felt as young as a 12 year old. Then I would have some rotten, rotten days of feeling just plain punky.
I started the Kelley program set up for me in February of 1972, I think it's important to note that the cancer I had changed from cancer to a sebaceous cyst and then to a mydiox or mucus cyst. When my body was ready, according to the Kelley Test, I had the mydiox cyst cut out by yet another surgeon, Dr. W., in 1974 - "The Blue Blob" which one Dr. told me I would have to learn to live with was removed. And, yes, my face is no longer a mass of scars.
The family physician, Dr. H.H., who was preparing my husband to accept my coming demise just couldn't believe the change in my face. When he saw the cancer was no longer there, he said, "My diagnosis and the biopsies were wrong; we were all mistaken. You never had cancer." I just couldn't believe his attitude; I can only guess that because of his medical training he couldn't see beyond "The Establishment." It is also my guess that if he were to recognize a non-toxic therapy, it would negate his schooling and work and further, it would be mentally painful because he has lost many patients from the dreaded disease of cancer.
Three years ago, in 1975, my husband and I left New York City. We now reside in Spokane, Washington. We left the tall canyons of the building in New York City for the tall Evergreens of Washington State.
I'm lucky; I no longer have to combat the pollution that exists in New York City. I find living in a smaller city compatible to my health. I enjoy the beauty of nature - birds nesting in an Evergreen in our backyard, cats meowing, dogs barking, crickets chirping. It's lots better music to my ear and soul than the honking of cabs and cars, the sirens of police and fire trucks.
I work full time. I clean my own house, do the laundry, cooking and gardening. I enjoy my grandchildren. I'm happy to be alive. I am grateful and say thanks in my prayers every day for Dr. and Mrs. William Donald Kelley and the Kelley program.
Dr. Kelley: "Betty brings to mind one of the important features of the current cancer situation; many people prefer to do nothing than to go through being tortured by chemotherapy and radiation and mutilated by surgery. They just ask for pain medication and leave. Interestingly, studies have proven that you last longer if you do nothing, rather than take a lot of the treatments that go on at this time.
"We are coming to a time, particularly in our country, where there is hardly a family that has not lost a close friend or relative to cancer. And the family has watched this person go from fairly robust good health to a skeleton and be tortured by the treatments. When you have had one or two friends or relatives go that way and the doctor tells you that you have cancer, you don't jump right into the next operating room or in front of the next X-ray machine that rolls by. You think about it, you consider it, you remember your friends' or relatives' story and give it a lot of serious thought."

I would like to tell others what Dr. Kelley's book, One Answer to Cancer, did for a number of us but more especially just how it began with me.
Doctors had tenderly, but emphatically, told me that they could do nothing for my condition. It was apparently cancer of the bone - and as lovingly as a father, with tears in his eyes, one doctor said: "You'll get worse until - ?" He left me immediately. Somehow I didn't feel shaken at all. I felt so secure in God's hands. I knew the doctor in the clinic had told my son that it was a matter of 3 to 6 months. This doctor said the spine was hopelessly deteriorating. Nine vertebrae were collapsed. This caused cramps across the shoulders and chest. When the attacks came upon me I was in such pain as to have to have pain-killing relief by medication. These tablets had such severe side effects that I could not endure them.
My bones were brittle and, as the doctors told my son, they were like chalk. So small a pressure as a bump of my elbow against the ribs would crack a rib. Faith in God as my greatest physician helped me to hold steady until one day I was touched by His healing power. The healing was instantaneous as to the pain and spine. Doctor's couldn't believe this but I never took an aspirin or any narcotic. There was no pain or cramps. The spine was healed.
At this time Dr. Kelley's book, One Answer to Cancer, was laid on a table near my bed. So I picked it up two or three times. Finally, I realized I was not gaining strength but the opposite was true. However, I never had another pain in my spine nor cramps. So I read from Dr. Kelley's book these words: "Malignancy indicates an active pancreatic enzyme deficiency." I began in earnest to read. Every word sounded so logical and clear. Cancer always seemed like a killer that couldn't be controlled. The killer was too complex. But Dr. Kelley had the key. He was unselfish and tried to put the key on the lowest shelf where all of us, little or big, intelligent or uninformed could all reach the key to one answer! The diet and nutritional program cost a bit but nothing compared to the fruitless efforts of the medical doctors, hospitals, etc. So, on my bed of affliction, growing weaker all the way, I set myself to follow each step of Dr. Kelley's instructions.
Many times I would think, "Perhaps I am wrong in following Dr. Kelley's diet and nutritional program." Our medical doctors wouldn't listen when I told them about it. But, feeling I had nothing to lose, I kept on. Dr. Kelley's book is most valuable. Here, I who knew nothing, was free from those painful unprofitable visits to the doctor's office. Eating differently was never a problem for me - I had been a missionary for 40 years. If a diet would help, I thought I should get on it as strictly as Dr. Kelley suggested - and not just keep eating anything I felt like eating. So I took everything seriously. One year later I felt much better; I was up and out on the road in the missionary services traveling 20,000 miles one summer. However, I felt I needed some guidance so I went to see Dr. Kelley. It had been a constant battle to keep on a strict and proper diet with the stress and strain of my work.
I have gone abroad three times and carried a heavy workload in the U.S.A. to visit among hundreds abroad and at home, and to not eat "junk" food takes a backbone of steel and a conviction that this nutritional program is best. Stress and strain goes with the public appearances and directional work but these five years have been good years, although they were not without battles, but I am able to work 12 hours nearly every day but Sunday.
Even if members of our family and missionary group have no cancer, my husband and I urge all to consider the value of a nutritional diet as a way of life and health. Our grandchildren are being taught the importance of proper diets, purges and careful living.
There are those around us who are dying of cancer unnecessarily. We have suggested the Kelley nutritional program to people we've seen in need, but many have refused to put that much effort into regaining their health and are now gone. We've seen others who have willingly read Dr. Kelley's book in time, and have found the Key and are living examples today of what his program can do.
Dr. Kelley: "When the doctor says you have cancer, he gets your attention rather rapidly and God gets our attention rather rapidly. We address God immediately. Then we realize God has been talking to us all along, we just haven't been listening. He's been trying to communicate with us in several ways short of violating our own free will. The reason that he created us is to let us experience life and to have free will, and to come to him voluntarily and with love and appreciation - not by force, but because of the love that is in our hearts.
"As we address the situation of cancer, we realize that we did it to ourselves and this is, to me, the chief characteristic of God - his respect for our free will. It's one of the greatest lessons I have learned through the cancer situation, through my cancer. God in all of his wisdom and comprehension and completeness and knowingness does not force us to do anything - to be right, to do right, to be kind to each other - to do anything. He has set the rules, the requirements, and the example of how we should conduct our life activities, but we are so dumb we can't figure it all out. He has given us great freedom. He has respect for our beings and our persons. He allows us the privilege of getting into trouble. When we do get into trouble we turn around and blame God. Those of us who get into trouble with cancer are learning a pretty tough lesson, but we get the message eventually. When we get the message, that it is our fault, we turn, and in our pride and haughtiness and all the other things that go along with the proper description of us, we humble ourselves and vow ourselves to reality and truth and righteousness, and then God can talk to us. I just hope those who learn this lesson, as most of my counselees have, don't have to learn it again. Or suffer some other tragedy."
When I fully realized that the forthcoming biopsy would reveal a malignancy, my emotions completely overwhelmed me. That horrible thought which had plagued me for years could and would come true.
For many years prior to the actual operation, I had been bothered with prostatitis. But with the absence of information and having a strong, youthful body, any thought of potential problems were quickly dismissed. These were things that always happened to the "other guy."
As the years passed by, the problem became more acute and visits to the urologist became more frequent. My attitude then changed to one of concern.
I was granted a brief respite from worry after a needle biopsy showed there was no malignancy. But still there was the burning and discomfort that intensified when my wife and I would take long trips by car. The embarrassment of having to urinate regardless of passing traffic played havoc with my nerves. There was a time when it became so irritating that it was necessary to visit a clinic in another state while traveling, in order to obtain relief. And it was the usual prescription of antibiotics. But it did provide temporary relief.
One night while preparing to retire, I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. There was a pain in the rectal area that surpassed all other pain. It was impossible to sit. After an emergency visit to our family physician brought relief, I returned to the urologist and was told there was a nodule on the prostate. This did not cause me any great concern until I read about the possibility of cancer when a nodule appears.
My procrastination forced my wife to make an appointment for me with a local urologist. My medical records were sent to him and after an examination and consultation I was informed that I needed surgery.
After the operation and a painful recuperative period my self-confidence was beginning to re-surface. But the following year a devastating bombshell exploded. There was a definite recurrence, which manifested itself in the rectal area.
When the second operation was over and my period of recuperation felt complete there was another horrible and terrifying jolt. There was an elevation in the acid-phosphatase reading. It was then I felt totally defeated and resigned to my fate as another victim of cancer. However, this resignation was not gracefully accepted. My emotions gave way and negative thinking controlled me.
Our son contacted a health food storeowner who, by the Grace of God, was familiar with the Kelley program. After much insistence by my family, my wife and I visited Dr. Kelley.
The first visit in 1974 was overwhelming when I saw the amount of vitamins that were necessary for return to good health. There were anxious moments of nausea, dizziness and apprehension regarding its effectiveness. But it has proven to be the most significant step I ever made. Since that first visit, all medical tests and X-rays have been negative!
Each day I pray silently and openly, to thank God, our Creator, for His divine guidance in leading me to Dr. Kelley. God does act in a mysterious way, and when obeying His natural laws, we all prosper.
And today, at age 67, my life is more complete than ever, God in his loving ways, has granted me the ability to enjoy His great outdoors. Above all, my spiritual life has risen to greater heights in my love and appreciation of Him.
Dr. Kelley: "Walter brings to mind that cancer, or any degenerative condition, doesn't all of a sudden happen. It takes a long time to get there. You get sicker and sicker and it isn't all of a sudden you wake up one morning with a full-blown cancer. Instead, you have gradually earned every bit of it by your lifestyle, or by the dumb things you've done, and the abuse you put your body through. We earn cancer just as we make either A's or F's on our report cards. Walter also reminds me that in our society we do tell the patient that he has cancer, which I think is a much better attitude than in the European society where they do not tell the patient. You go to a doctor and he will never tell you what's wrong with you. He will let you die and then tell your relatives after you're dead, that you had cancer. If you were never told, what choice did you have?
"The word 'choice' brings to mind our former Vice President, Hubert Humphrey, who was a cancer victim. I talked to a close friend of Senator Humphrey, who said that when Humphrey had a chance to carry out non-toxic therapy he wanted very much to do so. But he couldn't because he thought he would set a bad example by not supporting our medical monopoly. He wouldn't be supporting the National Cancer Institute, the National Cancer Society, the AMA, etc. He was essentially a sacrificial lamb - as is everybody who goes through the torture and inquisitions. He knew he had a choice and chose not to exercise a preferred alternative - a real tragedy."

Health is something I had enjoyed for many years, something I had taken for granted, and something I hadn't cherished as I ought. During the fall of 1974, I experienced a very tired feeling at the end of my day's work and often found it necessary to rest before preparing my evening meal. At the beginning of February, I had a complete physical and Dr. X gave this verdict, "You have a clean slate of health." I shook my head and he asked me why. I proceeded to explain this distressed feeling in my lower abdomen. The barium enema, which followed, revealed the cancer in the colon. You can imagine what thought arose within me but I am thankful I have learned, in a measure, to accept disappointments too. Our pathway is not always going to be sunny and bright.
After the colostomy, the surgeon discovered I had cancer of the liver, which was inoperable. He recommended I have chemotherapy and an appointment was made to see the oncologist.
In the meantime, my daughter, who lives in Iowa, contacted a few people who had cancer and had received great help using the Kelley nutritional plan. She called me and asked what I wanted to do. That was not a hard decision since I had been aware of this type of cancer treatment. Nevertheless Mary and I went to talk to Dr. W. (the oncologist). He was a real gentleman and did not put forth a successful picture of chemotherapy. He wished me the best and said he had never heard of the Kelley nutritional plan. My daughter also had to call the surgeon to tell him my decision. He made it clear that this was not in accordance with the American Medical Association, and this, of course, we understood. Am I ever thankful to my daughter that she got in contact with people who had proved that Dr. Kelley's plan really did work in bringing people back again to health!
My daughter helped me in filling out Dr. Kelley's questionnaire. There was a question or two I couldn't answer so she called Dr. X to ask. His manner of speech was shocking. The language he used was such no doctor would need to use to answer a question or two concerning my physical checkup. His attitude toward my decision was distasteful. Dr. X is my doctor no more!
About seven weeks after my surgery, I made my first visit to Dr. Kelley. This was the end of March. The night before my appointment with him I got the flu so you can imagine what shape I was. My Kelley Index was 720 and my body was so very deficient in every respect. I felt very comfortable in Dr. Kelley's presence and having my daughter with me gave me courage.
Before I reached my home I had a distiller, juicer and the necessary vitamins and supplements. Now started my new way of living. To a degree I understood the discomfort I could experience because I had read Dr. Kelley's book.
There was a tremendous change from my former way of preparing my food. I became very time-conscious since I needed some supplements every 2 hours during the day and in the middle of the night when my alarm helped me out. I had a great number of supplements plus all the carrot juice, seeds, nuts, boiled eggs, yogurt, etc. I had lost much weight but quite soon I began to gain. I kept on the program for at least ten days - more if possible - and then I would vacation for five days. There was much to learn in the giving of enemas. A coffee enema makes you feel clean and refreshed.
This program required much systematic work but I felt I had a goal in view, God had spared my life during surgery and now with his help I could face the future. Every day I asked for guidance, wisdom and courage to walk and live as I ought to so He'd be pleased with me here on earth and throughout the endless ages of eternity. My relatives and friends all encouraged me to keep on the program. There was no opposition. If you feel a course is right, you'll pursue it. This is true spiritually, too. The outside pressure isn't going to defeat you.
At the end of the eight months I made my second visit to Dr. Kelley and this time my Index was 420-300 less than my initial visit. We all jumped for joy. April 1978, my Index was 10! I am a very thankful person.
This body God has given is a marvelous piece of creation. It functions so perfectly and isn't it only right that we should feed and care for it properly?
Dr. Kelley: "Mabel is a friend of several years and fellow member of our Christian fellowship. She had colon and liver cancer. The colon and liver are two of the main detoxification systems helping us get rid of toxins. Unfortunately, they themselves are high on the list of organs attacked by cancer. Metabolic Medicine is built around natural processes, of which proper health of the colon and liver and the proper detoxification of the body are major factors. Like Mabel, we all take good health for granted and never think about having bad health until it hits us. Particularly in the case of cancer, we think: 'it will happen to someone else, it will never happen to me.' We try to not even imagine the prospect. It's so dreadful that we don't even think it could happen to us.
"A lot of times we are like the proverbial ostrich that sticks its head in the sand, and don't want to know about it, trying to ignore it so it will go away. However, as God's children, we owe it to ourselves and to God to take care of our bodies. It may cost a little money at first, but it will save money in the long run actually to take time out of your life and address the cancer issue. Do the Self-Test every 9 to 12 months so that if you ever develop cancer you will discover it early.
"Mabel's experience with Dr. W. is really more typical than her experience with Dr. X. Most family doctors, the ones out on the firing line, have our best interests at heart. Generally it is not the local family doctor that gives us problems; it is the massive, impersonal Medical Establishment."

Dr. Kelley spoke with Rachael in August 1998. For 26 years she has told everyone she meets who has a health problem about the Kelley program. Rachael wants everyone to know that it is because of Dr. Kelley that she has lived to love and enjoy four grandchildren and has recently become great-grandma to twins. The following is her story:
On September 28, 1971, I was admitted to the hospital as an emergency case suffering with acute severe abdominal pain. The next morning, I was taken to the operating room for an emergency exploratory with subsequent removal of an abscessed right ovary and fallopian tube (my healthy appendix was also removed). I was told I had peritonitis. Several days later, after X-rays of the colon, I was told I had three tumors in the hepatic flexure of the transverse colon. The doctor said he was "pretty sure at least one was malignant" and I must be scheduled for colon resection in 30 days. I asked him what could be done if further surgery proved inadequate. He said they would give me cobalt.
On the way home and during the next few days, I pondered my predicament. I was in emotional shock and I was weak and sick in body. Mentally, I reviewed my symptoms over the past months. My health had deteriorated gradually. For at least a year, I had been unable to sleep on my left side and more recently I was unable to sleep on my back. I felt a pressure-like discomfort in the left upper quadrant and under the left rib cage. I also experienced shortness of breath when in these positions. I had "night sweats," awakening frequently at 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. drenched in perspiration. I had a persistent backache and low energy level. In the previous six months I had lost 40 pounds. I was 45 years of age and, as a registered nurse, I had nursed hundreds of cancer patients in various stages of the disease. I recalled some painful statistics. The survival rate for metastatic cancer was less than 1%.
Later, I learned the primary tumor was in the spleen with involvement in the pancreas and lower left lung as well as metastasis to the colon. I had a difficult decision to make. I felt my body was too weak to withstand major surgery again in four weeks and yet my surgeon had told me I would be "very foolish" not to consent to further surgery. In my helplessness I claimed God's promises in James 1:5; "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally." As is often the case, God had already begun to answer my prayer before I asked. Six months prior to my hospitalization, I had read Dr. Kelley's book One Answer To Cancer and was so impressed I stated to a friend, "If I ever have cancer, I think this is the treatment I would follow." Little did I realize that within six months, I would be faced with that decision. My ultimate decision was to go see Dr. Kelley with the thought that I would postpone the surgery until I could get my body built up on a good nutritional program.
I went on Dr. Kelley's program in November of 1971. My malignancy index was 700. I sent in a urine specimen to Dr. Contreras in Mexico. The test for malignancy was positive. I realized my weak body was fighting three major battles - recovering from the trauma of surgery and peritonitis, cancer, and severe emotional stress. Every three to five weeks, I suffered a healing crisis usually lasting about five days. During this time I stopped taking my enzymes. My symptoms were an ache-all-over feeling, nausea, abdominal pain, weakness and mental depression. I used zone therapy, hot salt baths and hot wet baths for pain control to avoid taking pill medication. My family provided great assistance and moral support. Friends and neighbors often brought fresh vegetables, fruits and nuts. Some even supplied fresh non-chlorinated water. Many prayers were uttered on my behalf.
After three months, I went back to Dr. Kelley. In spite of all the suffering since the last visit, I felt I was making progress. The test confirmed that in fact I had made remarkable progress. I decided not to have further surgery unless some emergency situation arose such as symptoms of intestinal obstruction.
I continued to improve. My healing crisis became further and further apart and less severe. My checkup every three months with Dr. Kelley showed remarkable progress. In September of 1972, my local physician checked my condition. My blood chemistry was normal, colon X-rays were negative and physical examinations revealed nothing abnormal.
Twenty-eight months later I completed another series of tests; X-rays, Pap smear, etc. All were completely negative. By this time my night sweats had disappeared and I could sleep comfortably in any position. I had gained 20 pounds and my general health and sense of well being was better than it had been in fifteen years.
I am indebted to Dr. Kelley and his kind and wonderful staff and grateful to God that an alternative has been provided for cancer patients who choose not to undergo radiation, chemotherapy and surgery.
Dr. Kelley: "Rachael and her husband and I have been friends for a long time. One of the blessings that I've had over these years, along with some of the problems inherent in helping to change the course of health care in our society, is the friends and friendships that I have been permitted to have. Rachel reminds all of those who start on this program that they will have a lot of 'up' days and many, many 'down' days. It is hard, and it's painful and it takes a lot of energy and faith to continue. There is a lot of pain involved."

I can truthfully say that I have cured or healed myself of cancer (malignancy) and I can cure myself again if it ever becomes necessary. Better still, I have learned God's Law of Health concerning malignancy (cancer) and I will ever invoke this Law so that I am not likely to have the disease again.
In the old adage "Physician, heal thyself" two things stand out to me. One is, if a physician can't heal himself, how can he heal others? The other involves the true meaning of cure - cure for anything. It is so often said. "I went to Dr. Jones and he cured me." Nothing could be further from the truth. No matter how many years a doctor has gone to school, no matter how many college degrees he may have, a doctor can cure only one person - HIMSELF. It is important that a person understand that only he can cure himself of anything!
It is the individual and his body chemistry that cure him of disease. In doing this, he must take note that he is physical, structural, mental, and spiritual, and that each facet plays a part in his cure. His physician or clinician can only bring to his attention some of the basic Laws of God concerning health. Unfortunately, many clinicians are not sufficiently aware of these Laws, even though they are honest and sincere, and try their hardest.
Although I am a clinician, I have no intention of treating anyone for cancer or any other disease. I am even more than a clinician - I am a teacher. My purpose in writing this book is therefore educational: I hope it will instruct you in God's Laws of natural good health - and particularly in those concerning malignancy (cancer) so that you can have a body free of this dreaded affliction. I call unto Yahweh - "I am that I am" - to bless this publication and send it forth to those who have the wisdom and need to use it.
True Early Signs of Cancer:
The true early signs of cancer are the signs of inadequate protein metabolism. They are:

• Gas on the stomach or bowel
• Sudden weakness of the eyes
• Tired feeling most of the time
• Muscle weakness and cramps - first in the back, then in the chest
• Extreme mental depression
• Sudden change in hair texture or color
• Development of various hernias (only in slow-growing tumors)
• Confusion - difficulty in making even simple decisions

I had cancer for more than three years before the true nature of the problem ever dawned on me. At the height of the cancer, I supposedly had about two months to live. If I had not discovered God's Laws concerning cancer and applied them very diligently, I would not be here to share this information.
With few exceptions, by the time one discovers he has cancer he has had it for a very long time. This was my situation. Now that I really know all the true early signs of cancer, I also know that I was being warned many months before my case became clinical.
From time to time, I would notice belching just a little gas, but I didn't give it much thought - just supposed I had eaten a little too much. Eventually, I began to pass gas from the bowel, a little at first and finally so much that it was embarrassing to me and also my family.

My hobby was antique automobiles. On one trip the family made to Colorado in our 1923 Cadillac, I noticed that at dusk I found it difficult to read the road signs. I had to be right up to them before they became legible. I still didn't have the good sense even to suspect I had cancer, and didn't give the matter much more thought until two months later when I was showing some slides to the Antique Automobile Club. I couldn't seem to get the pictures in focus. I thought I had damaged my camera, but the club members said the pictures were very clear and that I'd better have my eyes checked. Finally, I gave in and made an appointment with the ophthalmologist for an eye examination. To my horror, he prescribed trifocals. My protests were for naught, and I could see my pictures and road signs much better.

Things went on about the same for several months, until I began to notice that if I sat in one position for more than twenty minutes I would have muscle aches, particularly in the back. My physician finally gave me a muscle relaxant, after I'd visited him several times with the same complaint. I was still too naïve to suspect cancer. The medication didn't help much, and in another month or so I began to have pains in my chest. This of course upset me considerably, and I rushed to the physician once more.
Over the next few months, several electrocardiograms were made and nothing out of the ordinary showed, it couldn't, because the pain was from the chest muscles - a frequent sign of cancer - but as usual, I was oblivious to the true early warning signs.

A long, long horrible period of mental depression followed - another true warning sign that cancer was rearing its ugly head. I went to the physician again and practically begged for help, asking for an antidepressant drug or anything that would help alleviate this chronic, severe depression. By this time, he was fed up with me and my complaints and he sat me down and carefully explained that there was nothing wrong with me. My heart was better than his, and it was high time that I stop worrying about it; after all, it was only in my mind!
As cancer progresses, it gives off a toxin that makes one extremely depressed, and there is a feeling of impending death a good part of the time. Gradually, during the entire three years of early cancer growth in my body, I became weaker and weaker. By this time, I knew something very tragic was taking place, but I didn't know what, and still didn't have any suspicion that it might be cancer.
My job, the work I loved so very much, became distasteful. I wanted to give it up and start a new profession - anything to attempt regaining an interest in life. After all the many years of college training for a job I loved to do, I was seriously contemplating junking it all. After eight years of clinical practice and research, I found myself ready to throw in the towel. It was a terrible feeling to be so sick and not be able to understand why or put a name on it. My thinking became fuzzy, unclear and irrational.

During these many months of severe depression, my hair began showing signs of lifelessness, becoming brittle and coarse. I was losing some, and what was left was fast becoming gray.

Also, at this time, I developed a hernia. This is typical of a person with malignancy, since the malignancy is accompanied by muscle deterioration.