by Dr. Ann Wigmore, after she was run over by a wagon as a young lady
I tried to eat everything green I could find. But my uncle refused to search for possible herbs. He was fearful that through his ignorance he would bring me poisoned vegetation. He did give me flowers, which I would consume ravenously after he left me in the morning. Also, by reaching down beside the bench I was able to fill my stomach with ordinary grass, which my grandmother believed held every nutrient required for human health. And so, through the long days, I was able to obtain the kind of food which my body seemed to need; that is, both fresh from the earth and untreated with heat. By having my uncle move the bench around the yard on my plea that the sun would reach me better, I was able to supply my body with fresh grass each day...
With the young hospital surgeon was the “doctor with gray whiskers,” as my sister had called him. Together they inspected my legs. Finally, they conferred together in low tones and told me that had decided to tell my father I was recovering. They called him from the house. He listened impatiently, and the information seemed to infuriate him. He could not understand or accept that he had been wrong in his decision to have my feet removed...
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I was induced to return to the Middleboro Hospital for the doctors to see. They made no comment, merely shaking their heads as they inspected the X-ray films which showed that the bones had knitted firmly. All signs of gangrene had vanished. |
From Why Suffer?: How I Overcame Illness & Pain Naturally, by Dr. Ann Wigmore, ND, DD
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