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MARILYN: WHY DO WE DO THIS WORK?
When I finally got the opportunity in 1975, at the age of thirty-one, to sit on the grass in front of the local health food store in Venice, California, and talk to Harvey, I was ill and desperate. For over two decades I had suffered with a spastic digestive tract. I can vividly remember burning, piercing pains below my diaphragm, so debilitating in my teens that frequently, on a date or at a school dance, I would have to excuse myself, go to the girls' room, and lie down on the floor because I could no longer deal with the distress in my body. In college this constant physical suffering kept me from participating in much of the spontaneous social activity that others enjoyed. It made me irritable and tense, and my relationships suffered. Finally, at the age of twenty, I entered the hospital for surgery, not on my stomach or digestive tract, as you might expect, but on chronically dislocating knees. On the standard American diet (SAD) which included plenty of meat, dairy, and eggs, my knees became so calcium-deficient that both required surgery.
What that surgery did was give me a personal experience of hospital care. In a public hospital funded by New York City—a teaching hospital for an important New York medical school—I saw scenes of suffering, the impressions of which I still carry with me. The surgeon who was to operate on me was a knee specialist from South Africa, not licensed to perform surgery in any other hospital. But for that fact, I never would have had the opportunity to see what people who cannot afford private hospitals go through. and that opportunity probably did more to shape my future that) any other. In this public facility patients were lined up in beds so close that they could practically reach out and touch one another. The rooms were dismal and stuffy. The insufficient personnel, overworked and past caring, answered pleas for assistance with sedatives, laxatives, pain-killers, and tranquilizers. Patients who were not actually bedridden frequently had to assist bringing bedpans and removing them for others because there was not enough personnel to do this job. I felt drugged in, trapped in a nightmarish room with glaring overhead lights, tiny barred windows, and PAIN.
And the food] It was thrown at us much the way mail must be distributed in the army. It would have been better if they had kept it. It consisted of greasy, watery-thin gravies on powdered mashed potatoes, stiff, grayish meat, white bread and margarine, watery canned vegetables, canned fruit, and stale sugary desserts. (Thank you, American Dietetic Association.) How could anyone be expected to "get well" on such a regimen? I nearly starved to death! When my doctor finally decided that I wasn't getting the kind of care that I needed to help me recuperate, I was sent home. There I spent the next three weeks in bed, convalescing from my surgery and my hospital stay.
That experience was a turning point in my life. I never again felt right about a system of health care that permitted so much negligence with regard to the basic, human needs of the sick. Unconsciously, I had already begun my search for nonmedical alternatives.
The surgery did repair my diet-damaged knees, but the pain in my stomach continued. Somehow I managed to keep going, but by my mid-twenties (I was married, with two children), that pain was like a knife. And then it spread to my back. At times it felt as if the middle of my body were on fire! The only relief I could get was by taking Valium, which I took regularly for five years. I also regularly mixed the Valium with cocktails, wine, and other pain-killing drugs.
In 1971 I had the opportunity to move from New York to Los Angeles. There I began to become conscious of new ideas about health. I started to change my life-style; I used whole grains, cut down on alcohol, and became very uncomfortable with my dependency on Valium. I stopped taking the drug, not realizing that I was about to experience some very stressful drug detoxification symptoms. I became extremely disoriented and depressed, and the stomach pain was now more than I could live with.
When I sat on the grass with Harvey that day in 1975, looking into the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen, I was in the worst shape of my life. My body was breaking down physically; emotionally and psychologically I was a wreck. What I saw in Harvey's eyes and in his smooth tanned skin was a clear radiance that I had never seen before. He was so vibrant. He seemed so clean! And there was a lightness and joy in him that conveyed an ease with life that I had never known. This "health" that I was witnessing was so foreign to me that I felt overwhelmed and intimidated by it. It beckoned nonetheless, and I knew I had to go for it.
I wanted then more than anything in my life to learn what Harvey had learned. I wanted to shine with the same inner glow of confident health that I saw in him. I knew he had the answers for me. We began to spend nearly all our time together, and I began to learn that I could control my health. Two months later Harvey and I were married in the produce store where we had met and where he worked. It was an early morning candlelight ceremony, with dewy fresh fruits and vegetables surrounding us.
The location of that ceremony was a clear indication to me of what our life together would bring! Even so, the early years were frequently a painful trial of our strength and endurance. During the first year my body underwent a natural detoxification from the drugs I had been taking for much of my adult life. We were both taken by surprise by the extreme symptoms I experienced, which were very difficult to understand. At the time it was not known that these were symptoms of Valium withdrawal. Harvey's steadfastness during the ups and downs of my recovery never ceased to amaze me, but now that I know who he is, I realize that that steadfastness is Harvey's dedication to people's health. At the time, Natural Hygiene was still repressed and could not be publicly practiced, but Harvey pursued his profession anyway, giving his knowledge away to anyone who was interested. Those were lean years, but Harvey always said that if he just kept sharing what he knew and helping people, ultimately we would be taken care of.
The best part was that as we worked to develop the Fit for Life program and I moved toward vegetarianism, my lifelong stomach pain went away! By the time three years had passed, I felt strong enough to have a baby.
Our son was born at home, in one hour and twenty minutes, in the most natural way possible. I couldn't believe the energy I had during that pregnancy on our program. I wrote and completely illustrated a children's book. In the week prior to his birth, I worked night and day at the sewing machine, piecing together a new quilt cover for our bed, which was soon to welcome our precious little' newcomer. I felt so great that forty-five minutes after he was born I was able to get up and bathe him myself. For someone whose health had been impaired for decades, this was an outstanding personal validation that health had been restored. It was also a validation of how well and strong a pregnant woman would feel on a hygienic diet.
People have asked me why we do this work. I was given a second chance at a whole new life of health, and that is why I do what I do. To be sick and drug dependent, in pain and out of control, is a living nightmare. No one who has been as unhealthy as I once was and who has been blessed enough to find the right answers could resist the call to share those answers with others. I really don't like knowing that people are suffering unnecessarily. That is why I do this work. Harvey is this work. That's why he does it.
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