I was in my twenties when my best friend pointed out a small lump on my side. I went to a dermatologist and was told it was a lipoma. A small fatty tumor that he could cut out, but it would probably grow back. I was young, self-conscience, and didn't want the scar. I wonder how my life would have been different if I had let him cut it out. Twelve years later, I was going through a divorce, had a young son at home, and needed money and a flexible schedule. An old friend heard I was looking, and he just happened to need help with his parents. His wife had studied Eastern medicine and herbal medicine around the world for many years before I met her, but she was battling a strange disease and his parents both needed care. My mentor had gone to upstate New York to pack up her in-laws to bring them back to Texas and had developed Morgellons's Disease while she was there. She was in bad shape, had no energy, brain fog, had lesions all over her body, and her hair had all fallen out. She would pull these strange fibers out of the wounds and always complained that it felt as though there were insects crawling under her skin. The In-Laws, B was the father; he had kidney cancer and had lost the ability to swallow so was on a feeding tube through a port in his stomach. The wife, J had a huge tumor on her corroded artery that prevented her from swallowing and was also on a PEG tube. MD Anderson had given B six months and J three at the most. Meanwhile, the tumor on my side had grown to the size of a baseball, was hard, angry and painful to the touch. My doctor had been urging me to get a biopsy and a now single mom to a five-year-old, I just couldn't face it.  God led me to that house, and we were one crazy messed up crew, but that was the beauty! We had nothing to lose by testing out the knowledge my mentor had learned on ourselves and each other.  She taught me how to research, and no topic was too far out there. She introduced me to frequencies, light therapy, herbs, and nutrition and awakened a thirst for knowledge that has been insatiable since. As we came into my second year of working with my mentor, her hair had grown back and her lesions had healed, my tumor was gone and my scans had come back clean, and the in-laws were both still with us. Not cured, but pain and drug free. We had home health care nurses that would come in biweekly to check on the couple and monthly visits to MD Anderson and always had staff ask us what we were doing in a hushed voice, conscience of the medical mafia. It has always been dangerous to help people with anything medical outside of approved procedures. People have gone to jail for healing disease in the past. Medically, our policies have been quite totalitarian and it's only since the shots have people started to understand what western medicine really is. Sick care... J died when I had been there 3 1/2 years from complications from her tumor. We kept it under control, but it had progressed to far to cure it completely. B died almost five years later. I continued my education and did one-on-one consultations for referrals but was never brave enough to go mainstream until now.  You know... burned at the stake and such! lol...

Below are a few resources that helped me and the links to two alternative hospitals in Mexico. Most of the information is from the early 1900s before the current mode of healthcare took over.... which is why it's so relevant!