Laetrile Case Histories; The Richardson Cancer Clinic Experience

They come, most of them, because, quite simply, they have no place left to go. They have done the course: radiation, surgery, chemotherapy, immunother¬ apy, all that American medicine has to offer, and, at best, it has only delayed their date with death. And now, as death approaches, either with no hope left, or fearful of yet more rounds with the surgeon’s knife, they have come to a clinic in Tijuana, and a treatment which their government and the American medical es¬ tablishment has labeled as worthless, a fraud and a hoax. It doesn’t matter to them now. They are willing to try anything, even so remote a possibility as being in¬ jected with a substance made from nothing more exotic than apricot seeds. They have nothing to lose. The thing that is killing them is cancer. The desperate trek to the Laetrile clinics in Mexi¬ co, Germany, and the United States have been going on now more than twenty years. Last year alone, more than 20,000 Americans made the trip. Statistically, the odds are overwhelming that the journey for most of them will be in vain. Their cancers will still kill them. But maybe less quickly. Maybe less painfully. Maybe, some of them think, not at all. That is why they come, ignoring the advice of their doctors, chancing harass¬ ment from their government.