Pregnant, she grew a tumor, almost baby sized, along with the baby. The baby was born healthy, the mother transferred to a top cancer hospital. She left the hospital after receiving a spiritual message that she would die if she stayed. I didn't know her well, but I was one of many people who saved our peach pits for the homemade remedy prescribed by her Christian healer. That was decades ago, and she thrives still.
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
Wow. I obviously know nothing about peach pits...and now am off to google them!
ReplyDeleteI second that Wow. I think heard something about healing power of peach pits. Or something about peach pits.
ReplyDeleteThat's an amazing story.
ReplyDeleteThey wanted the "nut" (they called it something else) that's inside the hard peach pit. it looks like an almond. Laetrile, the cancer drug people used to (or still do?) travel to Mexico to get, is made from these. They're inside apricot pits too.
ReplyDeleteI always thought that was arsenic (from apricot pits). So many cancer treatments are in fact poisons. Or - I'm ever the sceptic - her tumour was fed by her pregnancy hormones, and removing the tumour and child meant it was not likely to recur. Or not. Whatever, it is a lovely story of survival.
ReplyDeleteThe tumor was never removed. It was too large and extensive to be operable. After the baby was born (an early C-section), she still looked just as pregnant. Over the course of treatment we watched this shrink. It was truly remarkable.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mali. Or maybe it was a combination of the peach pits and the end of the pregnancy. Regardless, I'm pretty sure I would look to alternative options if I were ever diagnosed with cancer, too.
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