He emptied his bowels on an average twelve times a day and became terribly weakened for his appetite had disappeared. Nature had obviously tried to eliminate the poisons injected into his veins. On October 30th, disgusted and furious with the ill- treatment he had received, he had at last taken my advice and had left the hospital. Returned to his home, he had been looked after by a local doctor who had given him eleven different medicine which had done him no good. He had been afraid to ask me to come to the rescue. I was astonished to find that he could still swallow easily.
I set to eliminate his diarrhoea with homoeopathic remedies and to rebuild his system. By Christmas his motions had fallen to three a day and he could get out of bed. At the beginning of march, 1927, his motions had been reduced to a single formed one and he began once more to put on weight while his throat improved steadily. When I called on him on March 28th I was amazed to find only his wife.
She told me that a health visitor had called a number of times and has urged her husband unceasingly to come to a clinic at Auteuil, where he would be given a comfortable well- lighted and well-warmed room with every attention, and where he would be given injections to rid him of his pain instead of worthless homoeopathic treatment. Against his will he was dragged there and on April 2nd I received a black-edged letter telling me that he had died on April 1st.
I had another very serious cancer case. The patient had almost recovered. An orthodox physician happened to call, he gave him an injection and in ten minutes he was dead.
