Donald Factor's Amazing Experience with Cancer

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http://campaignfortruth.com/Eclub/070503/factor.htm Donald Factor's Amazing

Experience with Cancer

By Lucy Mayhew

 

" I was told I only had six months to live. But 17 years later I am still alive

and kicking thanks to vitamins, cyanide and (ouch!) coffee enemas. "

 

When 68-year-old Don Factor, son of cosmetic tycoon Max Factor, discovered he

had one of the most aggressive forms of cancer, he decided to pursue unorthodox

methods to beat it - despite being told that he would probably not see out the

end of the year. Don, a writer and artist, is married to Anna, a painter, and

they live in Notting Hill, West London. Here, he tells Lucy Mayhew of his battle

with the disease.

 

There are survival studies in cancer- at Stage One there's hope; at Stage Two,

there is an outside chance of remission. When extensive cancer was detected in

my lung, liver and spine in 1986, I was at stage Four, where survival rates are

almost zero.

 

My only warnings were lower back pain - which I put down to sitting at the

computer for too long- and a kind of chronic dyspepsia, or constantly feeling

yucky.

 

My wife, Anna, persuaded me to go to our GP in the Cotswolds where we then

lived, even though I thought I just had a tummy bug. He recommended that I saw a

Harley Street specialist in London immediately.

 

He said Sir John Batten was top in his field but I didn't ask what field that

was. My mind had silently erased the dreaded 'C' word -cancer- but I didn't want

to put it into words.

 

I went to see Sir John a couple of days later. He put me through some invasive

and extremely nasty tests. I had a colonoscopy, an examination of my small

intestine and worst of all, a liver biopsy-removing a sample of tissue by

syringe-which was more like being hit in the belly by a mortar shell. Afterwards

I was warned not to move much or walk in 24 hours for fear of bleeding.

 

Three days later Sir John called me. He apologised about having to tell me the

results over the phone - actually all he did was apologise. Over and over, he

kept saying: 'I'm terribly sorry'.

 

Then he revealed that I had a small cell carcinoma of the lung- with secondary

tumours on my liver. I was told 'We could give you chemotherapy, giving a 50:50

chance of buying you six months.'

 

I realised that I wasn't being given any options to live.

 

I felt as though a huge hole had opened and I was tumbling down into it. I was

only 51 and this was panic time. But it was a case of getting through tears and

shock, and then acknowledging that something must be done. I smoked my last ever

Marlboro cigarette. Before the diagnosis I had smoked 40 a day, so in a way I

was getting my come-uppance. But I knew I would not accept this death sentence.

 

Anna and I had been interested in alternative health for years but I always felt

they worked best used alongside orthodox treatments. We had once attended an

impressive lecture by Dr Ernesto Contreras, the founder of the Oasis of Hope, a

Mexican clinic that practised an alternative regime called Metabolic Therapy.

Ernesto had worked as a pathologist at Boston General Hospital, Massachusetts.

This was in the early fifties, when they were doing the first studies using

chemotherapy on children with leukaemia. The chemotherapy agent was derived from

mustard gas and the doctors couldn't tell whether the children were dying from

leukaemia or the treatment.

 

Ernesto became so disillusioned he returned to Mexico to dedicate his life to

investigating less brutal treatments, leading to the development of his

Metabolic Therapy. His theory is to build the patient up - make them as healthy

as possible so they can fight tumour growth with their own immune system.

 

The treatment included an intravenous drip of vitamins, with massive doses of

vitamin C, minerals and other compounds, daily injections of a substance called

laetrile (vitamin B17) and pancreatic enzymes - plus coffee enemas for,

thankfully, only the first five days to detoxify the body. Coffee enemas help to

stimulate the flow of bile from the liver, which prompts the body to de-toxify.

 

Just a week after my diagnosis, we flew to the clinic in Playas de Tijuana,

Mexico. By the time I arrived, another tumour had emerged in the vertebrae that

links to the sciatic nerves which run from the spine to the little toe. This

caused excruciating pain.

 

Although the cost of the Metabolic Therapy was about $20,000 (about £12.750), it

was considerably less than private orthodox treatment in the U.S or the U.K. Dr

Ernesto Contreras was to be my physician. He looked at my medical records and

ordered some more tests.

 

There were 20 or 30 patients being treated and he explained that success rates

were about 30 per cent - all for people who had previously been labelled

untreatable or terminal.

 

An important feature of the treatment at the Oasis of Hope is that you bring

along a companion. Anna's encouragement was vital, especially at the start when

I was in so much pain and was losing a lot of weight. I was hospitalised for

just under four weeks.

 

There has been substantial controversy around the intravenous and oral use of

laetrile - a compound found in apricot kernels. Laetrile (vitamin B17) contains

a cyanide compound. People panic when they hear that, thinking of poison. But

research shows that the cyanide compound is unlocked only when it comes into

contact with an enzyme occurring in abnormal amounts at cancer cell sites,

destroying them. But there is still a dearth of controlled clinical studies,

primarily because it is an unpatentable substance - meaning no one is prepared

to foot the bill for research.

 

Of course B17 alone is not a magic formula, it's a valuable component of a

wide-ranging therapy. For years it was dismissed as a hocus-pocus formula, but I

believe it's beginning to gain recognition under the name amygdalin.

 

 

My surgeon, Dr Francisco Contreras, Ernesto's son, performed one operation on me

to insert a catheter, which would feed the compounds and chemotherapy directly

into my liver.

 

I was so ill, the doctors decided to give me chemotherapy on my liver, plus a

week of radiation on my spine. Conventional medicine is used at the clinic, but

always as part of a larger context.

 

Initially, I lived with constant pain and was incredibly bloated. Apparently,

they had never treated anyone who was so riddled with cancer. But I had a

defiant spirit, and they later told Anna and me that if it hadn't been for that

enthusiasm they would have sent me home immediately.

 

However, sometimes I did feel ready to give up. Luckily, I was visited by a

psychologist who had worked with the terminally ill. He said I needn't feel

guilty for having dark thoughts. So I accepted them as a natural feature of

healing.

 

I also made peace with my 16-year-old daughter and 13-year-old son from my first

marriage, who I used to visit only once or twice a year. I told them I loved

them and said if they had any hard feelings about me having left home, they

needed to talk about them, because if I died the feelings would be much harder

to deal with.

 

Having done that I felt magically better. I even asked the doctor to run a test

on me that evening because I felt I had gone into remission - that was after

just one week. I was asked to wait another week when tests did show that the

tumours were shrinking.

 

My father lent me his apartment in Palm Springs, and for a further three months,

I drove back to Mexico for my monthly chemotherapy. They said I could go back to

Britain if I could find an oncologist willing to use their compounds and

procedures. I took a mass of bottles back to Cheltenham General Hospital where

they continued my treatment.

 

After about four sessions, a scan showed no sign of active growth, just scar

tissue in my liver. Three years later, at a check-up in Mexico, the doctor said:

As a rule, we don't say cured. But in your case it seems pointless to keep

writing " in remission " .

 

Ninety-nine per cent of cancer sufferers in my condition do not recover. Yet not

a single doctor here showed any curiosity as to why I survived. There seems to

be a cynicism about Ernesto's programme. Metabolic Therapy is seen as a fringe

treatment and most medical people don't like to discuss regimes that deviate

from accepted medical practices for fear of upsetting the apple cart.

 

Establishment oncologists say: 'If we can't fix it, nobody can.' I'm living

proof that somebody can.

 

 

WHAT CANCER RESEARCH UK SAYS

Spokeswoman Sarah Turner: " We don't sanction the use of alternative therapies

such as Metabolic Therapy in the place of conventional treatment. We are

concerned patients don't receive false hope. There is not much scientific

medical evidence behind Metabolic Therapy to back it up. Though laetrile will

kill cancer cells in a lab setting, there is a huge difference between what

occurs in the lab and what occurs in human patients. "

Daily Mail, 15th April 2003

 

PHILLIP DAY'S COMMENT: In my book, Cancer: Why We're Still Dying to Know the

Truth, I cover Donald Factor's story and also provide the proof Sarah Turner has

trouble finding about the effectiveness of Metabolic Therapy for cancer. CTM

applauds Lucy Mayhew for her dogged determination to see this article published.

Please email her at lupats to congratulate her on getting this story

through. Isn't it also interesting that Cancer Research UK has always denied

Laetrile has any therapeutic effect on cancers, and yet now is saying that it

kills cancer 'in a lab setting'. Well, Sarah? Which is it? Does it, or doesn't

it?

 

This charity, by the way, has passed huge amounts of public money to the drug

industry to continue developing toxic and deadly treatments for cancer that not

only don't work, but can actually cause cancer and torture the patient in the

process. These people willingly ignore or defame the studies that have been done

with nutrition for cancer for one simple reason: food supplements and a decent

diet don't make Porsche payments, and who would pay their insulting salaries?

 

RESOURCES FOR CANCER:

Cancer: Why We're Still Dying to Know the Truth

B17 Metabolic Therapy - a technical manual

Great News on Cancer in the 21st Century

Available through www.credence.org

 

 

 

 

 

 

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