By Gary Dickson
I just wanted to thank everyone there for their part in healing my bladder cancer!
I had a large, aggressive cancerous bladder tumor. It was crossing boundaries and out of control. I was advised to have my bladder removed.
I attended Kushi Institutes Way to Health class in November 2012. I really got on the diet, changed my attitude with affirmations, and visualized a perfect bladder with white cells carrying off all the cancer cells.
Had a urine analysis that showed everything normal.
Just received results from a CT scan that showed NO CANCER !!!!!!!!!
Thank you and God bless you.
By Melissa Hatch
Why don’t you give it a name? my friend suggested. Of course, I thought, this tumor has come to me as a teacher and well get along better as partners than as adversaries. From that day on, the tumor in my brain became Maud.
Maud caught my attention through blind spots in my vision. At its worst, the entire right side of my sight was gone. I was passed along from my optometrist to an ophthalmologist to a radiologist and finally a neurosurgeon who ordered an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) scan.
The results showed the tumor clearly resting on the optic track deep in the left lobe of my brain. My doctor labeled her an astrocytoma and his only solution was radiation. But I clearly felt that attack only leads to stronger defenses, and this tumor was not something to battle with or wage war against. I had no desire for my brain and body to be under siege.
I chose the different, less traveled path, and my world expanded as I turned the singular focus from my tumor to the broader view of my life. I saw illness not as a punishment or sinister plot against me, but simply as an attention getter. Illness is a voice calling out Stop, something is out of sync and changes need to be made. I had ignored earlier hints and nudges to take stock of my life, but now my attention was riveted, and I thought it prudent to listen carefully.
Yes, I was scared and confused. With supportive family and friends I cried and screamed, punched pillows, and asked Why me? I let my fears run wild with gruesome scenarios. I knew these feelings had to be expressed and released. The flood of energy and calm that followed these sessions was magnificently soothing. With these emotions more or less out of the way, Maud’s guiding voice became stronger, and I learned to trust it.
The next step was to reclaim my power and take responsibility for my own healing. I had grown up on the coast of Maine, the youngest of a hard working family that placed emphasis on accomplishment and putting others first. To avoid confrontation or conflict, either within the family or workplace, I accommodated as necessary to keep things smooth. The idea of standing up for myself or saying No or Ill do it my way was an alien concept. Also, our society has cultivated a dependency upon authority figures. We look for someone else to take care of us and to fix us right now so we wont be late for our next appointment. To say No, I don’t want radiation and I want to pursue alternative methods, to my doctor was a difficult but key step. When I hung up the phone, my body was shaking, but a new strength was surging through.
My job was next. Realizing that I was not indispensable, nor responsible for the make or break of the entire organization, I quit a stressful and emotionally draining job. Healing became my full time occupation, and now macrobiotics took the stage.
I had a better than average dietary rearing with awareness of healthy foods with homemade whole grain bread and lots of fresh vegetables from our garden, but the consciousness still revolved around meat and dairy with a hefty sweet tooth to top it off. After leaving my parents home, I evolved easily toward a vegetarian diet, but the amount of cheese, butter, eggs and yogurt I consumed was astounding. My roommate once remarked that I was a bovine delight. I used to tease with a friend that we could cook up anything with butter and love. We had half of the equation right!
I had known of macrobiotics for several years and now the time was ripe. Here was a very tangible arena for me to work in-and I loved it! The idea of letting my body heal itself by getting out of my own way appealed to me immensely. I had always loved to cook, and now the concept of food and healing fascinated me. I had an interview with a macrobiotic counselor and with a direction to go in, I easily spent 75 percent of my time dealing with food-planning, preparing, and chewing.
It became easier for me to chew (once my jaw muscles got in shape) when I acknowledged that once I sat down at the table I knew I would be there for the next hour. It became part of my routine and released me from a sense of urgency and impatience that eating was taking so long. I really enjoyed just settling in and chewing.
The other aspect that made a tremendous difference was attending a weekly cooking class. The support, information, and inspiration received from human contact was so much more valuable than trying to memorize from a book. My Wednesday nights became sacred-and still are!
For the first three months on the healing diet I was exhausted, often constipated and lost 20 pounds, looking emaciated and frightening to my family and friends who bravely continued to support me.
Prior to understanding the all encompassing effect of food in my life I watched my emotions shift with confusion. I had very little patience, became easily frustrated and intolerant of others. With tears of frustration I complained, I don’t know what’s happening to me. My husband gently said, I think its your diet. Wow, the notion of food effecting my feelings was staggering. I had become tight!
Yoga was an important aspect of my life, and I found that the movement and meditation was very soothing and relaxing to my body and wound-up emotions.
As I learned more and felt comfortable working with the food, to stop and really think about what activities made me happy was new. I had spent my entire life focusing on others. Another key to healing and health became clear. I needed to stop taking care of the rest of the world and neglecting myself. I had to figure out how to take care of myself, and I had to allow others to take care of me. This last aspect continues to be the hardest as it flies in the face of all my Its OK. I can do it myself upbringing which is terribly isolating and not very helpful.
The autumn progressed, and my stamina slowly returned and then surpassed previous levels. I was still painfully thin (literally taking a pillow everywhere I went to sit on), but I felt great!
I wanted to give myself time before I had another (my fourth) MRI scan for feedback. My counselor had said that I could possibly go through a period of tumor enlargement as it attracted all the toxins my body was releasing. But in December 1990, six months after starting my healing macrobiotic diet, my doctor, my husband, and I were pouring over the picture of my brain taken that morning, and no one said a word. I finally broke the silence, I don’t see anything. After a pause and with sincere confusion my doctor said, I don’t either. Just where had the tumor been? Maud was gone.
Now, two years later, I know that the essence of Maud has never left me. Her voice continues to guide me to doors that keep opening deeper into the worlds of macrobiotics, of yoga, and of self-reflection. Trusting this inner voice is the greatest gift Maud has given me and I am eternally grateful.
Gayle Stolove discovered a prominent lump in the upper and outer portion of her left breast in 1994 and didn’t have it checked. She was 37 years old. Her grandmother died of breast cancer at a young age so when she first felt the lump she knew what it was. Consumed by fear, she so desperately wanted for it not to be cancer and subsequently lived in denial for two years. Finally, by July of 1996, when she could no longer face seeing the skin around the lump on her breast start to pucker and wrinkle anymore, she went to see a surgeon.
Right away the surgeon announced that she had “very advanced breast cancer”, and recommended immediate bilateral mastectomy. The tumor was so large and the skin changes so obvious that he did not need to confirm what he saw in order to know what needed to be done. A biopsy later verified his diagnosis. Gayle walked out of that Doctors office terrified yet on her way to becoming a changed person.
Instead of the recommended double-mastectomy Gayle opted for a lumpectomy and axillary lymph node dissection in order to spare her breast. The surgery revealed that the cancer had spread to 12 axillary lymph nodes, which resulted in the grim prognosis that she had only six months to one year to live and that she needed a stem cell transplant immediately. She chose not to have the stem cell transplant and instead underwent nine months of chemotherapy, six weeks of radiation, and a reduced amount of Tamoxifen.
During this time Gayle also fully embraced the macrobiotic approach. In the past she met two individuals who healed their cancers with macrobiotics. She made a mental note that if she ever got cancer she would do the same and so, on the day of her cancer diagnosis, she committed to follow macrobiotics. Gayle switched to eating whole and natural macrobiotic foods and it changed her completely. Her mind became clearer, her body began to heal and everyone said she looked “great”. Now at 54 years old, she is totally cancer free and on no medications at all. Gayle has never felt better in her life, both physically and emotionally. She still, and always will, embrace the macrobiotic diet and lifestyle.
Gayle Stolove holds a Bachelor of Science degree, is a Registered Nurse, Licensed Massage Therapist, Natural Foods Chef, macrobiotic teacher and counselor. She lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and spends her days, (and nights, weekends, and holidays), teaching others how to shop, cook, eat, and live, the macrobiotic way.
She owns and operates Wholly Macro, a natural food and lifestyle company, offering macrobiotic based meal delivery programs, private chef services, cooking classes, natural lifestyle health consultations based on the ancient art of oriental diagnosis, and catering for all occasions. She is a cancer specialist.
She has lectured at various Universities, appeared on the local broadcast of ABC news HealthWatch, cooked privately for visiting macrobiotic celebrities, has taught natural foods cooking classes at various cancer research and support centers on a volunteer basis, and presented macrobiotic cooking classes and lectures for various companies including Whole Foods Market.
She is the South Florida hostess for visiting macrobiotic counselors. She also holds macrobiotic seminars and programs designed to enlighten and inspire others to live healthier macrobiotic lives.
By Glen E. Coffman
I will never forget the day my urologist called and asked me to come in and bring my wife. Instead of putting me in an examination room he led us to his office. Dr. Shapiro looked at us and then said the most feared words I have ever heard, Mr. Coffman, you have Renal Cancer. It was a gut wrenching moment that turned my world upside down.
Dr. Shapiro explained that Renal Cancer is slow growing and difficult to treat because it does not respond to Radiation or Chemotherapy. He said to operate and remove the mass was the ONLY cure. This would mean removing the kidney as well, and since both kidneys were weak, I most likely would be forced into dialysis for the rest of my life.
I had a friend who had suffered from a brain cancer and fully recovered after attending a program at Kushi Institute in Massachusetts. I contacted the Institute, explained my situation, and was told the best way to proceed would be that I attend their one-week long, Way to Health Program, to learn the fundamentals of macrobiotic cooking and receive a dietary plan adjusted for my particular condition.
By the time I arrived on Sunday, March 25, 2007, I had extreme problems with bladder control and considerable pain in my kidney. Monday morning the classes started and I began my adventure toward regaining my health. Every day consisted of morning exercise, eating especially prepared meals, and classes on the principles of macrobiotics and food preparation. I learned how to choose and prepare many healthy foods that were new to me, including some vegetables, whole grains, and sea vegetables, and so much more. For me, the macrobiotic diet required a complete change in eating habits.
Monday through Friday, my days started at 7:30 AM and usually ended around 8:30 PM. Each day was packed with classes and included three meals and between 2 to 3 hours of break time. I was given a thick three ring binder full of information and we covered it all in the five days. It was intense. The program is definitely designed for those serious about health improvement.
My class had fourteen members suffering from various illnesses. Most of our teachers were people who had recovered from illness so they understood our needs and concerns. Personal attention was always available when needed.
As for my health, by Wednesday, only three days after I had arrived, my bladder problem had almost disappeared. My pain became less severe. I had lost weight and had more energy. Each day I felt my health improving. I found it hard to believe that the Kushi Institute program could work so fast but it did. On Saturday I left for home with my specific dietary plan, which had been designed for me in a private session with one of the Kushi Institute counselors. I was enthused to get on with my program at home.
For those of us with terminal illnesses, there is a great motivation. You have a choice! Follow the program and get well or die. It is as simple as that.
My urologist kept calling me demanding to let him remove the cancer. There was no chance, in his mind, that I had long to live without his services. My prayers told me to stay with Kushi.
I kept feeling better as time went on and, after five months, I went in the hospital for a biopsy. I was overjoyed when the doctor came in my room and announced I was cancer free. CANCER FREE!
I still follow what I learned at the Kushi Institute program, even though I consider myself cured. Once I recovered I could broaden out the diet a bit, even eat other foods once in a while like a slice of pizza, as long as I stay close to the Kushi Institute program most of the time.
Several people at church have borrowed my Kushi cookbooks and instruction books and have found improvements in their health.
I am sure if it were not for the Kushi Institutes Way to Health Program, I would have died months ago. It is unfortunate that the doctors have so little training and understanding of what God has given us. For every illness there is a cure. It is up to us to have faith in programs like Way to Health, to use the natural cures God has given us, and apply the knowledge given us to get well.
Three to six months to live. That’s what doctors told Christina Hayes Pirello in 1983 when she was 26 years old. Her diagnosis: acute myelocytic leukemia. They recommended aggressive chemotherapy and a bone marrow transplant. “When I asked how much time it would give me, their response wasn’t encouraging – three months without treatment, six months to a year with it,” she recalls. “The only guarantee I could get was that I would lose my hair and feel lousy for the time I had left. I decided they were out of their minds. I decided to go to Italy, which I loved, do nothing and wait for the cancer to take me. Why put myself through torture?” Before she left, friends urged her to see this guy who ate weird stuff and said it prevented cancer. “I figured I had nothing to lose,” she says. That guy was Robert Pirello, who is now Christina’s husband, and that weird stuff he ate was a macrobiotic diet. Pirello gave Christina a copy of The Cancer Prevention Diet by Michio Kushi. Intuitively, she felt it would work for her, so she followed the book’s recommendations. “Within three months, the doctors saw changes in my blood work they called regression or remission,” she recalls. “Thirteen months later they said, your blood is clear; you’re free of disease. You must never have had cancer in the first place.” Today, 31 years later, she’s still free of cancer.
The summer of 1982 was a typical one for Doug Blampied, an insurance executive from Concord, N.H. There was only a slight hint of being a bit more tired and run down than usual. Doug’s end of summer plans were capped off with a sailing trip around Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard with his wife, Nancy. The trip was enjoyable, and Doug felt rested and refreshed. When he returned home, however, he couldn’t quite get his energy level back. Coming down with what he thought was a flu or virus, he went on with work as usual. But his fever wouldn’t go down, so he finally decided to see a doctor. After a routine checkup, he got dressed and returned home to bed.
Six hours later the phone rang. It was the doctors office, and the message was urgent get to the hospital immediately! With questions and fears racing through their minds, Doug and Nancy quickly packed and headed for the hospital, where a battery of tests was performed, including a painful bone marrow extraction.
The tests showed that Doug had acute myologenous leukemia. Cancer of the spinal fluid was also discovered. Soon afterward, he started chemotherapy. A Hickman catheter was implanted into his chest. It consisted of a plastic tube that was inserted into a vein leading to the heart. It allowed the chemotherapy to be administered and blood to be withdrawn without repeated injections.
The chemotherapy caused a variety of side effects. Doug would wake up in the morning nauseated. When he tried to eat, he would usually vomit, sometimes as much as five times a day. He forced himself out of bed to bathe and use the toilet, only to fall back to bed sick and exhausted. He lost his hair, became very thin, and was listless and weak. He was unable to do much for himself except eat, sleep, and get out of bed once a day with assistance.
Although his chances for recovery were slight, Doug never lost the will to live. Several times his condition became so tenuous that the doctors told Nancy to make preparations for his death. Doug recalls, Even though I felt unbelievably horrible, I didn’t succumb to the idea of quitting. I had too much to do and wasn’t finished with living yet. I would look at my wife and children and know I hadn’t done all the things with them I wanted to do. I made up my mind to overcome this whatever it took.
After a month and a half in the hospital, he began to show some improvement and was sent home. Over the next eight months, he received chemotherapy at home and continued to experience severe reactions, including high fevers. He returned to work early in 1983, and monthly checkups showed his cancer was in remission.
In April, 1983, Doug underwent a bone marrow harvest. At that time only a few hospitals in the U.S. performed the procedure. The first step in this painful process was the extraction of bone marrow from the spine. A hole was drilled into the bone and the marrow was extracted with a special instrument. The marrow was then treated with antibodies, frozen, and stored. A team of doctors arrived from Johns Hopkins University to perform the procedure and to train the doctors at the hospital in Hanover.
At the time of Doug’s illness, it was rare for a patient to survive a second remission for longer than six months. In June, a checkup revealed that Doug’s cancer count was rising again. Doug and Nancy were devastated. The doctor suggested going ahead with the bone marrow transplant and advised against further chemotherapy since Doug was already in a weakened condition. He told Doug that even with chemotherapy, he would probably live only six months.
The bone marrow transplant also offered little hope. Doug and Nancy researched the success rate and found that out of the 50 or so patients treated with the procedure at a leading medical center, only a handful were still alive. With little hope from either treatment, Doug and Nancy agonized over their decision. After much deliberation, they decided to forego the transplant.
At a support group meeting, Doug was introduced to a copy of Recalled by Life. Encouraged by the possibility that macrobiotics might improve Doug’s condition, the Blampieds journeyed to Brookline where they met with a macrobiotic counselor and heard Michio Kushi speak. Upon returning home, the Blampieds made some radical changes in their diet and lifestyle. We decided to go for it, Nancy recalls. We got rid of the electric stove, replaced it with a gas one; cleaned out the cupboards of the foods that weren’t good for Doug; and supplied ourselves with a complete macrobiotic kitchen. A short while later they attended the Kushi Institutes Macrobiotic Way of Life Seminar and studied macrobiotic cooking with a teacher in New Hampshire.
Maintaining a macrobiotic way of life has been fairly easy for Doug, since he saw immediate results from changing his diet. My cancer count dropped almost immediately, and stayed down. That was a pretty good incentive to learn to like the food.
With his cancer in remission, Doug feels that he is in better health than he has ever been. Now, eight years after being diagnosed with leukemia, Doug believes that getting sick actually changed his life in many positive ways. I am a stronger, better person now. I see myself as more sensitive and understanding, and less directed at unimportant things. I spend more time with my children. I hug them regularly, and let them know that I love them and how much they mean to me.
In 1995, Janet Vitt was diagnosed with small cell adenocarcenoma of the lung, metastasized to the liver, pancreas, abdomen and lymph. Despite medical efforts her condition severely declined to the point where she was bedridden and on oxygen. Hospice had been called in and she met with her family to sign the “do-not-resuscitate” papers. At this point, her primary care physician did something for which Janet says she will forever be thankful–he suggested she try macrobiotics–and with family and friends supporting her in the preparation of meals, she recovered full, cancer-free health. She is currently still in excellent health–22 years after a prognosis of certain death.
Judy MacKenney was diagnosed in 1991 with metastatic non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and informed by her doctors that this type of cancer was inoperable and incurable. She underwent chemotherapy, which put her into what the doctors considered temporary remission, but which left her extremely weak and with many painful symptoms from chemotherapy side-effects. She then began a macrobiotic practice, and within two weeks all her symptoms began to regress. She remains cancer-free, 26 years later at this point. Her case showed that the effect of macrobiotics is fairly quick in some cases.
In 1982, while undergoing a routine gallbladder surgery, it was found that Norman Arnold had a large primary cancer at the head of his pancreas, a smaller tumor in a lymph node, and three cancerous lesions on his liver. The biopsy showed a diagnosis of adenocarcinoma, a highly aggressive form of cancer. He was told by his doctors that there was no cure and no hope of recovery. Even to this day, patients with pancreatic cancer are not expected to live long following diagnosis. He underwent chemotherapy, but with devastating effects, and the doctors could not say that the chemotherapy would even prolong his life. He commenced a macrobiotic practice and soon noticed improvement in how he felt on many levels, physically and mentally. Nine months after his diagnosis, a CT scan showed clear indication of tumor reduction.
Six months later, there was no trace of cancer. On his sixtieth birthday in January 1990, Norman climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.
Norman passed away peacefully in 2017 after remaining in excellent health for 35 years after being diagnosed with a terminal disease.
By Herb Walley
When I was in my early forties, I suffered severe blockage of the urinary tract which necessitated a transurethral operation on my enlarged prostate. Subsequent multiple adhesions required reaming, stretching, and splitting of the tube. This apparently caused the tumor to develop. By the time I reached my sixties this growth had become malignant. My urologist, believing he had caught it soon enough to hold it in abeyance by the use of hormones, instead of a major operation, placed me on a regimen of rather heavy doses of stilbesterol, a female hormone. This was at about age sixty-three. Stilbesterol is one drug that so-called female impersonators use to change their physique, eliminate body hair, and develop full breasts. The side effects are pretty awful for a man who wants to remain masculine.
Some of the more depressing transformations are breast and nipple enlargement with extreme tenderness, fluid retention throughout the body the legs in particular with resulting inconvenience of hourly toilet trips, both day and night. Also, loss of fingernail substance results in painful split and torn nails. There are many other less obvious effects which are equally annoying.
After many visits to the urologist, with constant reminders to take my daily dosage for the rest of my life, I finally inveighed him to reduce the hormone strength by half. However, this didnt help appreciably.
As I approached age sixty-eight, with the tumor still testing malignant, a good friend and neighbor was diagnosed as having cancer of the prostate. His wife, a novelist, was given a copy of Recalled By Life by her publisher. After reading it, they pursued the macrobiotic diet. Once read, the book was given to me. As I entered my seventieth year this book offered a possible solution to my discomfort. A meeting with a macrobiotic teacher at the Kushi Institute provided me with specific guidelines for my condition. After one month I felt more alive and much less depressed. I stopped taking all medications and vitamins and made monthly visits to the Kushi Institute for dietary adjustments. I also lost sixty-five pounds of old fat from all over my body.
Ten macrobiotic months later, I returned to my doctor to report on what I had accomplished. Very upset, he advised me that If the results of the tests showed any signs of cancer, you must immediately start major curative measures (chemotherapy). If the tests showed no cancer, then just keep on doing whatever you’re doing. He had no knowledge of or desire to learn about, macrobiotics. All tests came back negative. To be certain, I checked into the Dana Farber Cancer Research Center. After many tests and a complete bone scan, I was assured that I was clean.
If you have no medical reason to consider macrobiotics, but would like a rewarding old age with health and happiness, you can gradually adopt a new way of eating. Your body will accept the change graciously. If medically necessary, first make certain that you have a support at home, then seek out qualified help. Attend a program such as the Macrobiotic Residential Seminar presented at the Kushi Institute in the Berkshires that offers a peaceful and happy atmosphere while you are learning to cook and live the macrobiotic way. Bring your family support person with you, if possible, for a week or so of cooking instruction and practice. Follow the diet carefully when you return home and keep in contact with a macrobiotic teacher for fine-tuning and adjustments. At all times keep a positive mental attitude and use mental imagery to overcome your illness.
Those of you who can accept a change in lifestyle will find many rewards in an exciting and beautiful future. If you cant accept changes, at least reduce your consumption of red meats, chemically contaminated poultry, sugar, refined table salt, and junk foods. Remember that basically no diet will cure; it can only cleanse the body of toxins and fats. Then mental attitude and imagery can work together to awaken the bodys immune system to overcome the disease. The combination of these two factors in a relaxing environment almost invariable leads to better health.
As of November 1990, I am almost seventy-seven years old. I am still clean with almost unlimited energy. I can eat all I want without gaining weight, and look forward to another twenty or thirty years of excitement and happiness.
By Gladys Abeashie
At the end of March, 1989, after several months of noticeable decreasing strength and loss of weight, I was diagnosed by my doctor in Ghana as having uterine tumors around the cervical and fallopian areas. I had suffered menstrual difficulties and infections and was terrified by this abnormal situation. I told the gynecologist that I was psychologically upset and emotionally unstable. Whatever you find, I want you to tell me, I insisted. He agreed and recognized that I am the kind of person who must know the score to feel in control, or at least understand the situation. He kept his word.
In view of how the tumor was beginning to block the entrance from the vulva, I was in danger of starving. The doctors hoped to remove the tumor surgically, but this was not possible because it was associated with major vital organs. The surgeon/gynecologist and pathologist rerouted the abdominal and lower G.I. tract around the tumors to allow me to absorb food. He emphasized that this was not a cure. He indicated softly and gently that I would not survive and also informed my husband that I had only had a few weeks or months to live.
The only Savior was God. The average survival time after diagnosis of uterine cancer is four to six months. So when I came home it was to die.
Then one day my husband and Dr. Ofei brought home a newsletter called One Peaceful World dedicated to Macrobiotics for Personal and Planetary Health. There was much information and inspiration on how to recover from any form of disease how to maintain hope and use food as medicine. Dr. Ofei told me much about the macrobiotic diet and how he uses it to help his former clients overcome lots of life failures. My husband and I went to his home office—the Macrobiotic Center of Legon—where he counseled us. There were so many people there including young ones and breast-feeding mothers. We were initially disbelieving, but a similar close associate had been helped in a case of profuse bleeding. Our attitude was that it would be better to do something than nothing.
Dr. Ofei recommended a restricted diet tailored to my needs and later, after a couple of months, increased the number of foods I could eat. The diet suited me very well, particularly in giving me strength through brown rice and greens. I found the cereal I had every morning for breakfast sustaining. Eventually eleven months after the operation, I was able once again to rejoin my group and do more exercises.
My physicians and other paramedical were amazed that I have survived now for five years and am in good health. This is not what the medical textbooks indicate. They say that the survival rate for all forms of undetected uterine cancer is 0.8 percent.
I am very much indebted and grateful to Michio Kushi, Alex Jack, and Dr. Ofei and think that because of the macrobiotic diet, my general health has been so good that my own system has managed to prevent any secondary appearing in the bowels.
Sometimes members of the village communities in my country ask me how I would eat if I were totally healed tomorrow. My only answer is that Father God works through One Peaceful World, Michio Kushi, Alex Jack, and Dr. Ofei. I tell them I will continue to eat macrobiotically because, having learned to cook in this way, I find it delicious as well as health-giving.
At the time of writing this report to you, our members have gone to a camp meeting and all greet you from my church at Jasmen.