In 1976 Doctor and winner of the Nobel prize, Linus Pauling, unveiled an anti-cancer regime that seemed almost too simple. A shit ton of vitamin C blasted right into tumors to kill off cancer cells......everyone laughed, said it was ridiculous and couldn’t work.
Until it did.
Despite winning the most coveted prize in modern day medicine, the poor man was mocked and trivialized and his research was said to be just plain wrong. However, nothing changed the fact that once these cancer sites were blasted with extremely high doses of vitamin C, the cancer cells shriveled. Vitamin C is one of the, if not THE most powerful anti-inflammatory in the world. In trials, human patients who underwent this treatment survived three to four times longer than those who underwent chemotherapy.
Let me be straight, you can’t take a couple of Ester C tablets and get the same effect, any more than you can pressure wash your driveway using a 16oz water bottle. This regimen works with massive doses of vitamin C (like 30,000 mg or more even, depending on the dogs individual needs) intravenously administered by a veterinarian in a controlled environment.
I first read about this protocol 10 years ago when I read a book called ‘The Nature of Animal Healing’ by Dr Marty Goldstein, who is a well known holistic veterinarian practicing out of Smith Ridge Animal Hospital in South Salem New York. His practice has had astounding success with this treatment, healing many many dogs and cats of cancer, and all at a fraction of the cost, or trauma, of chemotherapy.
Dr Goldstein believes that in order to fight cancer, we shouldn’t be knocking down the immune system, which is what chemotherapy does. Surely at the very moment that the body needs to be at its strongest, we shouldn’t be robbing it of all of its strength?
When one of my clients, an 11 year old Bassett Hound, was diagnosed with cancer and given a very short life expectancy, I asked her owner to consider this. She instead decided on a protocol of steroids which didn’t work and was shortly told to bring her old girl home to die within a couple of days. I begged her again to try this, and she finally caved, her local vet worked with Smith Ridge Animal Hospital by phone and the dog was administered the therapy over three days in the vets office, with large doses of vitamin C injections right into the tumor.
The day after the treatment ended, the tumor deflated. It went from being like a big football on her side, to looking like one that had all of the air let out of it.
The big change though was the dog. Demi started to run and play again, something she hadn’t done since her treatment started, and this continued right up until she died four months later. No, it didn’t save her life. She was too far gone by the time the treatment started, and her owner was warned of that by Smith Ridge, but it did buy her four months of quality, happy days she could live to the fullest.
When my dear friend Tonya eschewed radiation and chemotherapy, she was told to remove the leg of her beautiful Aussie Kylie, who had an angry tumor in her groin. The specialist vet in Atlanta told her that without one of these options Kylie’s chances were less than slim. The University of Georgia Veterinary Hospital concurred with this prognosis.
We spoke at length about different options and I suggested she instead make the trek to Smith Ridge, which she did.
Three days of vitamin C therapy, combined with a cocktail of carefully chosen personalized nutrients to strengthen Kylie’s immune system and help her to fight the fight of her life, and Kylie bounced right out of there with no nausea, no weakness and no side effects other than missing her packmates in Georgia.
When it was time to do more vitamin C therapy so that she stayed ahead of the game, we organized with a local veterinarian in Braselton to administer the protocol under the watchful eye of Smith Ridge.
Yesterday, Tonya and I realized that because Kylie looked and acted so healthily we had both completely forgotten that it was time for her next round of IV vitamin C.
Had she bowed to the so called ‘greater knowledge’ of that erstwhile veterinarian, poor Kylie would have just three legs, a far lesser quality of life and who knows what her mental state would be? Or whether she’d even still be alive now?
Is she ‘cured’?
No. She is not cured yet. This is an ongoing process that gives the body a huge bunch of the tools it needs to fight cancer itself. However, she is 12 months past diagnosis; living like any normal, bouncy dog of 7, is extremely healthy and happy and having a huge quality of life.
This alone makes it worth consideration.
