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Martha's Story

 On Christmas Eve, 2001, my life was ripped apart when my dearest Mom died, five months short of her 90th birthday.  I had spent over 7 years taking care of her and trying to make her old age as pleasant as possible.  That, in fact, was my whole life.

At that time I knew nothing about minerals, nor Dr. Joel Wallach.  I did, however, know Homeopathy and I used it to the fullest, especially after her stroke, to keep her pain-free and healthy.  Truly, it was, and is, one of God's best miracles.  It did a wonderful job for her, but it did not prevent her death.

Because of the stroke, I began to become aware of mineral therapy, thanks to a wonderful alternative physician.  I supplemented her diet everyday with the exact doses of minerals and vitamins that this alternative doctor recommended for the stroke.  I also used a lot of homeopathy, and because of both of them, she recovered from her stroke much better than I had feared.

She went along beautifully for years, and then suddenly found a lump in her breast.  She had a history of fibroid tumors in her breast that were not malignant, so I wasn't at all worried.  But we went to the doctor just to check.

Well he sent her for a mammogram and of course the lump was found that was suspected to be malignant.  So they sent her to an oncologist, who talked about surgery and chemotherapy, and he sent her to a surgeon.

By this time I was panicked, because our budget was less than nothing and she only had Medicare for insurance.  Already by that time the '1st office visits' had cost lots more than I could scrape together.

The worst part, however, was yet to come.

When we arrived at the surgeon's office, he instantly tried to make a hospital appointment to have her breast removed.  I really didn't like his pushiness nor the rush he was in and I stopped him immediately.  

It was a mistake to tell him that we were interested in alternative medicine, and that I wanted to look at all possibilities.  He was very closed-minded.  I told him that the main thing we wanted from him right this minute was proof that it was cancer and not another fibroid tumor.

Well, to my horror, the arrogant, evil man jerked out a scalpel and plunged it into Mom's breast, cutting a hole the size of a fifty cent piece an inch deep!  No warning, no anesthesia,  no nurse in the room, just clear body-language that he was in a fit of contempt for our 'ignorant' opinion.  (And he could see his money being delayed, I've no doubt!)

I don't believe I have ever been so speechless, and Mom was simply numb and dumb.  Didn't even try to speak, poor darling.  She was in shock.

This terrible excuse for a human being then finally took her blood pressure and told me that it was high.  (No wonder!!!  Even though it had been low all her life...)  But he didn't prescribe anything for that nor tell me what to do about it.  He just issued us out and said the biopsy would be back the next day.

You need to know that I already knew the cure for cancer, from experience.  (No, I did NOT tell him that!).  I just needed to know for sure that it was cancer!  So the next day when confirmation was given, I started Mom on Dr. Hulda Clark's Cancer Cure Recipe, which I knew works.  But I did not know about minerals.  I did not know that CALCIUM will lower high blood pressure, so her blood pressure remained a problem.

Six days later I knew her cancer was cured, as Dr. Clark says, but she had been having fitful sleep from both blood pressure and soreness of the horrible hole in her breast!  So she was getting tired and run-down from the stress, which didn't help her blood pressure a bit.

Of course the inevitable happened.  Exactly two weeks after she was butchered by that demon surgeon, she had a heart attack.  Her lungs began filling with fluid and she couldn't breathe.

I called the Rescue squad to take her to the hospital, where she pulled through and was getting much better after a week in Intensive Care.  Then they moved her to the floor, and very suddenly, within an hour, she had a ruptured bowel!  Funny, it wasn't ruptured in intensive care.  Of course they claimed loudly that this was something that had happened long before she came to the hospital, caused by a blockage.  I could only shake my head, because I have never in my life known anyone to be as reliably regular as my Mom.  Never constipation problems for her.  So how did she wind up with a ruptured bowel?  And only when they moved her?

She was in terrible pain, so first they called the on-call surgeon to come in to evaluate whether or not she could withstand surgery in that weakened condition, and then they tied her down in RESTRAINTS to keep her from jerking in pain, which might pull out the needles.

This was devastating me, folks.  I hope I never feel so helpless again!  Besides the financial prospects being doom and gloom, it was my MOM they were killing!  And I didn't know what to do about it!

The surgeon never made it in.  It was taking him hours to get there, you see.  In the meantime, the nurse asked me whether I wanted them to give her Tylenol or morphine for the pain.

That's when I went slightly berserk.  I could not believe there was nothing in all the horrid, deadly pharmaceutical selection that was half way  between the uselessness of Tylenol in that situation versus morphine, which I knew would kill her.  Stop her heart, weak as it was.  I screamed at the nurse and shouted my opinion to the rooftops.  The PCC was called and assured me I could trust her, that there was only Tylenol and morphine.  I had to make the choice.

I looked at Mom, now jerking in pain in spite of the restraints, and knew that Tylenol was not good enough.  I went to her and told her that I only knew to take the chance with morphine, because I couldn't bear watching her pain.  She agreed, because she trusted me...

Then I tried to call a dear friend of mine who is a nurse, but her husband would not wake her.  So I turned to the nurse and told her that morphine was the only choice I could see, but that it was murder, and that it would kill her.  The nurse waxed lyrical about how it wouldn't hurt her, it was proven safe, it would only stop the pain.  I shook my finger at her and said "You are wrong!  Why don't you know that!?!  She will die within 1 hour of you giving her morphine!  Just stick around and watch.  Maybe you will learn something you really should have known already.

That was 7:55am on Christmas Eve.

They gave her the morphine, and my heart was breaking as I watched her slip away.  I held her hand and led her through a meditation where she could see a gateway of Light.  Daddy was standing there with his hand out, waiting, looking just like he did on their wedding day.  And she now looked like she did on their wedding day.  I told her all that she needed to do was to reach out and take his hand, and he would escort her through that gateway.  Inside she would see a street lined with all the people she had ever loved who had gone before.  They were cheering because they wanted to have a party.  Daddy escorted her to the front of a mansion, a BRICK mansion (she loved brick) that had gerbera daisy gardens all around (she loved gerberas) and inside was everything she had ever dreamed.  An artist studio with lovely glass roof, a sewing room filled with materials and yarn and crafts.  But that she was not to go in yet, that could wait.  Because at the end of the road stood Jesus.  His heart chakra was radiating out Divine Light like a tractor beam, pulling her to Him.  And behind Him glowed the One Who Is All.

Just as she was about to be embraced by Jesus in welcome, the doctors came rushing in with carts and 'code blue' and shouting to each other that her vitals were nearly non-existent.  They had not bothered to check the Do Not Resuscitate order on her chart.

I looked up in hatred and angrily waved them out.  They stood staring and I said "Get out!  You have already killed her!"  I looked back to Mom and she was gone, but she had the sweetest smile on her face!  She hadn't even heard all the commotion, thank God.

But I did...  And I can never forget.  It haunts me when I am asleep.  It haunts me when I am awake.

That was 8:55am.  Exactly 1 hour it took to kill her.

Had I only known that CALCIUM lowers HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE, she would still be alive and healthy!  Had I only known that SELENIUM prevents heart attacks, I would still have that precious presence!  I spent way over $10,000 on a useless and corrupt system that killed her BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW!  I was stupidly paying THEM to know!

I thank God everyday for the knowledge Dr. Joel Wallach has led me to.  I am so grateful when I could tell two people I know with high blood pressure to "Double your calcium intake"!  I am so glad when I can tell my sister "SELENIUM cures heart disease!"

But the point I want to get across is this.  You must KNOW YOUR NUTRIENTS!  Don't leave it to anyone else, doctor or not.  Take responsibility to learn the mineral fixes for your own problems.  And know what ingredients are duplicated in multiple products so that you don't get too much Vitamin A, or too much Calcium, etc. etc.  It doesn't take a college degree to sit down and write down what each product contains, and then judge what you should take and what is too much.  LESS IS BETTER!  Always.

Your body is amazing.  It will fix itself if given only a little help.  Too much help stifles the natural help it would give itself.  That's why pharmaceuticals are a total 'over-kill', literally.  They actually cause a 'proving', the creation of not only the disease you are trying to cure, but new ones as well.  Listen to your body!

YOU MUST KNOW YOUR NUTRIENTS.  You must read the descriptions of each product you intend to take BEFORE you take them.  You must put yourself back in school, your school of health.  Make the 'WallachWisdom®:  The WellnessWithWallach® Encyclopedia^®' your health Bible!

Yes, you CAN do it!  It takes no intellectual to say 1500mg calcium with 1000mg magnesium is what everyone needs (you must always take magnesium 3:2 or 2:1 with calcium!  There's very few rules, actually).  And then see that you were about to take 50,000mg instead because you felt so bad that you were going to throw too many products at the problem!  Then you would find you have even more problems.

So take responsibility for your own health!  If you won't take the trouble for yourself to custom build what you need in the precise manner of knowing your nutrients, then for goodness sake stick to either the Pig Pak OR the Ferret Fat Pak OR one of the other pre-designed paks that Dr. Wallach has gone to so much trouble to create for you.  And leave the rest alone.

Don't be guilty of killing yourself because you are taking 'everything there is'.  It is not true that if one is good two is better.  It is simply not true.  And most assuredly BIG IS NOT BEAUTIFUL!

Use common sense, as Dr. Wallach does.  As he tells you to do.  Read or listen to what he has to say.  Learn which nutrient you need for what and where to get it.  There aren't that many major ones, and it really isn't that complicated to figure out for your own self.  Nobody is asking you to prescribe for others.  Just figure out what you need to get and stay balanced, and then smile and enjoy good health and longevity.  Then, as my heroes BOTH say:

"Live long and prosper!"

Martha S. Heney
Kingmaker