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March 6, 2012

Healing on the High Seas, Part 2

Sunday dawned somewhere over the high seas, and we emerged poolside to find the yoga instructor cheerily calling out over a stiff ocean breeze: “Remember, surrender all resistance; we’re in battlefield conditions. This will strengthen your practice!”

A hundred pairs of arms reached for the sky as the last shades of pink faded away, and another brisk troupe circled the track overhead. “Just go to the edge of your comfort zone – remember, it’s vacation yoga!”

It’s morning workout time on the MSC Poesia, the chartered cruise line for the Holistic Holiday at Sea, and poolside chats are at a minimum – 1,200 cruise passengers are here with a mission, and I’m no exception. I’m here with my parents – Dad, who has recently made the switch from meat-and-potatoes guy to hardcore macrobiotic in an attempt to beat back a terminal cancer diagnosis, and it didn’t take long to find we’re surrounded by kindred spirits. For them, it’s not just a cruise; it’s a matter of life or death.

After breakfast we made a quick break for the packed Pigalle Lounge, where there’s barely room to squeeze in for a cooking demo by Christina Pirello, charismatic macrobiotic chef, television personality and author of bestsellers such as I’m Mad as Hell and I’m Not Going to Eat it Anymore.  Pirello was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of 26 and instead of going for medical treatment, went macrobiotic; she’s one of dozens here with similar stories.

The irrepressible redhead peppers her presentation with one-liners aimed at bad eaters, non-cooks and the food industry (“Twizzlers, Diet Coke and big butt cookies are all vegan,” she warns) as she whips up a red lentil soup with corn and a pan-fried tofu with vegetables. Her cooking class is a challenge to all of us to step up our game. “There are many levels of illness, and most of us don’t pay attention until we get pretty deep,” she says, enumerating them along with the signs of health: Clarity of thought, appetite for life, good sleep, good memory, and stamina.

Her ultimate invocation will stay with me for a long time.

“We live in serious times and we need leaders with stamina,” she said. “If you don’t have stamina, step aside and let someone who does. Without stamina, nothing will change; we have to stand up and fight.”

What she’s talking about is clear to this fired-up crowd, mad at the food industry, mad at Big Pharma, mad at a medical industry they see as rigged toward profit over health, treatment over prevention, palliative care over definitive cure. Heavy stuff for a float on the Caribbean, but nobody seems to be moving toward the pool.

It’s easy to forget we’re aboard a cruise ship with this packed schedule, four to six workshops to choose from at any given time. But it wasn’t until after lunch – a truly delightful five-course gourmet macrobiotic extravaganza featuring delights like tempeh with soy-simmered shitake and wasabe sauce, orange arame watercress salad and lentil walnut paté – that I realized how serious this crowd really was.

We were more than a thousand strong in the bright purple Carlo Fellini theater, listening to “Understanding the Scientific Evidence for Plant-Based Nutrition” by Dr. Colin T. Campbell, author of The China Study, relating the story of his discovery that high levels of animal-based protein – specifically milk products – cause cancer. High, but yet not as high as the USDA’s Recommended Daily Allowance – 20% protein, compared to the RDA’s maximum of 35%.

The story he lays out is at once compelling and infuriating when it begins to become clear that study after peer-reviewed study demonstrating the link over more than two decades of research has produced barely a ripple in the wider world, particularly after the years he’s spent meeting with top-level policymakers on Capitol Hill and sharing the need for a different, less pharmaceutical-dominated model. But it’s a story this audience knows well.

“Why are we sticking our heads in the sand?” he asked rhetorically. “Why is the professional and policy-making world failing to take action on this data?”

His answer boils down to one word: Money. Lobbyists from the medical industry have so thoroughly infiltrated the government and medical profession that there is no longer an objective approach to judgment, either at the individual or collective level.

Campbell’s research showed not only a persuasive causal link between animal proteins and cancer, but it went further. Amazingly, in one study with mice, he was able to actually turn the cancer on and off by varying the dose of animal protein.

His work was corresponded by that of Dr. Neil Barnard, who showed a similar causal link between animal proteins and diabetes, and a remarkable recovery rate among Type II diabetes patients who went on a macrobiotic diet. And on another front is Dr. Caldwell Esselstyn Jr., who has similarly shown major turnarounds in heart disease among patients who turn to a plant-based diet.

Caldwell’s talk was followed by a similarly riveting one by Barnard, and then another by Gabriel Cousins, another medical doctor who is also a rabbi and a yogi and a Native American fire dancer as well as a vegan practitioner and teacher, speaking on the spiritual underpinnings of veganism – and then it was time for the vegan ice-cream social, thankfully, as my head was about to explode. My parents, however, were smiling and nodding through all of it – this is material that reinforces their own self-study.

Tomorrow’s program looks equally motivating. Meanwhile, Dad shared his story with a tiny grey-haired woman waiting in line for lunch, as we were. Betty Hoehn shared hers, as well, and it was a stunner. A little over a decade ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia and told she had about nine years to live – not happy news, but not enough to send her into a tailspin, as she was 62 already. It wasn’t until four years later, when the disease had progressed to Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, that she realized she had much less time than she’d thought. At the oncologist’s office, she learned she’d have to have a kidney removed, but that even so, it probably wouldn’t help much, as her spleen was growing rapidly and her prognosis was grim.

For some reason she’ll never quite fathom – “I call it a God incident – not a co-incidence,” she says – she picked up a magazine at the oncologist’s office and it happened to have an ad on the back page for the Holistic Holiday at Sea health cruise. She shared it with her husband Al. “He said, let’s do it,” she recalls. “After breakfast lunch and dinner with all these people telling us their healing stories, I went back to my cabin and I said, ‘I’m feeling better already.’”

She went on to adopt a macrobiotic diet, along with Al, who teamed up with her on the cooking. A few months later she went in and had her T-cells counted; the technician called her aside and said she couldn’t find enough to indicate that there was cancer. And then she received a call on her cell phone while she was in the grocery store. It was her doctor; her cancer was gone. She recalls with a laugh pushing her cart down the aisles, tears rolling down her face.

I looked at my father who had been hanging on every word. He was pretty weepy-eyed, himself, at the moment. It turned out that Betty was about to turn 73 tomorrow – just like Dad.

Five years later, Al has recovered from his Type II diabetes – and she is cancer free.

Hoehn is one of a lineup who will share their stories tomorrow in a Recovery Panel of survivors of all kinds of diseases. That’s the type of inspiration that keeps people like Holm coming back year after year. Tomorrow’s another day with another lineup of inspirations.

-Tracy L. Barnett

Freelance writer Tracy Barnett is reporting from the Caribbean from the Holistic Holiday at Sea, She will be documenting the holistic cruise over the next two weeks through a series of blog entries. Stay tuned!

March 3, 2012

Healing on the High Seas

Filed under: Healing Lifestyles Blog — Tags: , , , , — Healing Lifestyles & Spas Team @ 5:09 pm

 

Gary Brunk, recently diagnosed with mesothelioma, is fighting for his life with a holistic health regimen, accompanied by his wife Judy (left) and daughter Tracy L. Barnett, a travel writer. The trio set sail this week with the Holistic Holiday at Sea, a macrobiotic healing cruise.

AIRBORNE OVER MEXICO – Six months ago, when my father was first diagnosed with terminal cancer, my friend Michelle responded right away.

“You should take him on the holistic health cruise,” she said. I dismissed the idea at once – in the first place, I don’t like the idea of cruises anyway – a floating hotel at sea, I’ve always imagined them. I’m an independent traveler who chafes at the cumbersomeness of groups of more than two. Besides, on my Dad’s rapidly dwindling retired factory worker budget, and my freelance budget, who was going to pay for it?

“Nonsense,” said Michelle. “You’re a travel writer. Pitch this to some magazines. You can do it.”

She was talking about Holistic Holiday at Sea, a cruise dedicated to macrobiotic eating, yoga, meditation and a whole regimen of wellness strategies. I contacted Sandy Pukel, the cruise organizer, hoping he’d give us a discount that would work with our budgets. He was reluctant. His cruises always sell out, he pointed out, and there’s already been plenty of publicity. But he left the door open, and I began pitching the story to magazines.

Meanwhile, Dad was struggling with the decision of a lifetime. He had paid a visit to the state’s best cancer center, where they had given him a grim prognosis, delivered by a cheery doctor named Maria in a rapid-fire technobabble: Mesothelioma, nearly always fatal within a year of diagnosis. With chemotherapy, he might hope to live a few more months. It was already probably too advanced for surgery, and radiation for the lining of the lungs was not advised.

Dad listened quietly, taking in the information but clearly skeptical. He’d already had the preliminary diagnosis and some time to research. My parents had always been skeptics of the health care system, but now that Dad’s life was on the line, they’d come with an open mind, ready to embrace the best option. They wanted to know, however, that their doctor was schooled in nutrition and open to alternative medicine.

Dad tossed out a test question. “What if I change my diet?” he asked. “Do you think that would make a difference?”

“Not really,” she responded, the half-smile still frozen on her face.

“So I can eat anything I want?”

She nodded.

“Biscuits and gravy?” This, with a hint of wistfulness.

“Sure! Eat whatever makes you feel good,” she said. As if to say, it doesn’t matter – you’re going to die anyway, you might as well enjoy your last days.

That was the moment, I think, when Dad said goodbye to the medical-industrial complex – and also to biscuits and gravy, a beloved comfort food from his Southern roots.

As we walked out of the cavernous complex into the sun, Dad shook his head. “It’s unbelievable,” he said. “These people really don’t know anything about nutrition and what it can do.”

Dad had always been the nutritional scofflaw to Mom’s dietary disciplinarian; she’d experiment with macrobiotics while he’d shovel in the meat and potatoes, loading up on multiple dessert servings at every opportunity. But now it was a matter of life and death.

Dad found a naturopath who worked with him to make the switch. He would have a brutal six-month anti-cancer regimen: no meat, no dairy, no wheat, no sugar, no caffeine, nothing fried. More than half of what he ate should be raw. Now instead of roast beef, he’d be shoveling in spoonfuls of supplements. Harshest of all was the cesium chloride, what his doctor termed “natural chemo.” Everything was designed to boost his immune system and shift his pH to an alkaline state, which is believed to be hostile to cancer.

It wasn’t long before meals became an eternal struggle. Mom knocked herself out with green drinks, super salads, and vegan versions of everything ranging from pizza to chili. Meanwhile, Dad dreamed of coffee heavily laced with half-and-half, barbecued pork steaks, bacon and eggs. His appetite was gone, and his motivation was going with it. He’d already lost 30 pounds since the diagnosis; he’d lose another 20 in this three months.

To support him in his struggle, I gave up meat as well – and for a time, dairy products and sugar and coffee, though that part was tough to stick to. I knew it was for more than Dad, though. It was for me, too. I survived a bout with cervical cancer myself in 2007, and I know I’m at risk. So Dad was inspiring me to do what I needed to do anyway.

I knew he needed inspiration – something that would give him joy in his new life without the foods he loved. Something to look forward to in the months ahead, something to keep him hanging on. The cruise was a bright bubble on the horizon. I never knew whether it would materialize, and I worried about giving false hopes – but I kept holding it out there, and I kept trying.

I came back to Missouri just before Thanksgiving, right when the brutal three months was coming to an end. Dad greeted me with an elation I hadn’t seen since before the diagnosis. “You know what I just did?” he asked. “I had an EGG!”

Gradually he was able to add a few small cherished items to the diet – three eggs and three small servings of fish each week, and the occasional serving of venison. Perhaps more significantly, the cesium chloride treatments were winding to a close, and his appetite was coming back. The color began returning to his face. Slowly, bit by bit, his strength began to return. It seemed too good to be true, but the naturopathic treatments and the diet seemed to be having an effect.

Still, the challenge remained. Life without cheese, coffee, cream, milk, butter, steaks, desserts – it was a pretty grim horizon from Dad’s perspective.

Three weeks from departure time, an e-mail showed up in my box. “Are you still interested?”

It seems there had been a cancellation, and Sandy was willing to cut us a deal. We were on.

And now my parents and I are on our way – they, from chilly Missouri, me, from sunny Mexico – set to converge at the Port Everglades Cruise Terminal for the first Caribbean Cruise of our lives.

My hope is that this will be a journey into a new level of consciousness, one in which we can take full responsibility for our own well-being, and full joy for a diet that is life-affirming – and that together, we’ll be making memories that will last many years – for all three of us.

- Tracy L. Barnett

Freelance writer Tracy Barnett is reporting from the Caribbean from the Holistic Holiday at Sea, She will be documenting the holistic cruise over the next two weeks through a series of blog entries. Stay tuned!