For a long time people suggested to me that it's helpful to let you, the reader, get to know me a little bit. Yet I aways deferred, thinking that you were more interested in how you could be helped with your health problems than to get to know me.

Being a little slow headed, it took me a while to realize I'm the same way...that I want to know a little bit about the authors I read, too! So here goes.

 

Why no photo?

At some point I'll find that photo of me I had downloaded, and I'll put it up here. I'm a computer dummy. No, I'm the president of the computer dummy class, so it may be a while.

Scratch that last paragraph...I found the photo...sorry folks, but I found the photo. ;-)

If the picture doesn't scare too many children and small pets, it'll stay up. It's not bad for a guy who had celebrated 56 birthdays at the time the photo was taken.

By the time I graduated from the University of Maryland with a teaching degree in 1992, I knew I didn't want to teach English, I wanted to be writer. I didn't discover that until they gave me the chance to student teach.

Not only was I so-so at best at it, but high school English teachers typically work 60 hours a week. The time issue meant I wouldn't have time to write.

 

The Washington Post publishes my articles several times

I kept going to school and started writing for the school paper. And then one day the Washington Post called me to tell me they wanted to run a piece I wrote on their op-ed page and pay me $200 to boot.

They'd paid me before of other stuff as well.

The op-ed page is where people like George Will, Broder and others ply their words.

It didn't take me long to think that could be a very nice way to make a living. But I needed another story to write...there's always that.

So I picked a topic I knew pretty well which was alternative medicine. Hillary Clinton was pushing her universal health care back then, so my first thought was to offer an alternative that might save you, the taxpayer, somewhere between $500 billion and a trillion dollars annually...but who's counting!

Today in the US, our health care costs are in the neighborhood of $1.6 trillion annually. Since my method of curing cancer costs about $10 to $20, it could put a dent in the overall costs, don't you think.

 

Thank you US Congressman Peter DeFazio!

But my plan got improved after interviewing Congressman Peter Defazio in his office. He pointed out a Senate hearing on the topic of alternative cancer treatments. Soon after I was on the phone for three hours with the father of a little girl who had been given up for dead, but who was getting better instead.

Vernon put me in touch with Dr. Revici's office. After talking with someone there, they sent me some background information. In the moment of holding those papers in my hand, I thought to myself, "This isn't an article; this is a book!"

Thank goodness I didn't realize what that would entail, including weekly train trips to Manhattan for months on end, a flight to Florida, trips to NJ.

My first trip to visit with Vernon was interesting. My car was a run down oldie. So to make a good first impression, I rented a car. It must have worked because, they didn't throw me out, and the book got written.

I didn't ell you, that spending three to four days a week in Manhattan meant working only three days a week. A supporter of Revici put me up in a rental room a half block off of Central Park with no phone and a bathroom down the hall. She charged me peanuts and sometimes let me stay for free.

One of the extraordinary parts of putting the book together was meeting former patients of Dr. Revici who had been cured many years before.  For instance, there was Joyce Eberhardt who had previously been in a coma...that's how far gone she had been with a deadly brain tumor. Her doctor told her husband to take her home and make her comfortable.  He didn't say how.

But there we were in her kitchen more than ten years later, me and Joyce, talking about this and that.

There was one man I met in passing at the reception desk. He'd had brain tumor years before. Silly me didn't interview him because I'd already had so many brain tumor cures, I thought to myself, "Do I really need another one?"

 

Me, the starving artist

Back home a friend had a house he used part time since he was newly married, and used it for his renovation business only. He let me sleep on the sofa bed. My 9.6K MacIntosh computer with telephone access ot the AOL was right beside it. I didn't need a fast computer to type, thank goodness.

By now you might be getting the picture that I wasn't exactly the "Mack Daddy" of Maryland at that point.

But I must tell you, I never felt bad about my situation. It felt fantastic doing something that was so incredibly important.

 

Oops! Don't do what I did.

When I finished the book, three publishers wanted it. Leave it to me to pick the wrong one...so that's exactly what I did. LOL!

The publisher wanted my to reduce our royalty agreement by 65%. When I wouldn't go along, he sat on the book, almost exclusively selling it only out of his back room, instead of working through distributors like a normal publishing house.

In 1999, the book was mysteriously translated into Russian where 10,000 copies have been sold. I found out about it nine years later. I'm still waiting for the check. LOL. My publisher had told me he was going to a book fair in Russia. Apparently he went.

A clinic was opened in Kiev, a Russian speaking nation, after the my book hit the streets in Russia.

In the last dozen years more than 6 million patients died of cancer in the US. Many millions more died around the world. But just as importantly, many millions of family members cried while watching their sick relatives suffer so much.

 

Today is a new day.

Well, the old publisher is out of business now, and I'm in control of what happens with the book.

This project has been a passion of mine since day one. Even with the piddly back room sales (2,000 copies) in the US, two physicians contacted me to find out more. So you can expect the same thing to happen again, with more physicians and clinics across the country putting the Revici Method into practice.

So I will push on, and on, and on, until this is a reality. It feel it's my duty to devote my life to this task.

 

My cancer was a piece of cake.

After I wrote The Doctor Who Cures Cancer, I got a surprise one day preparing to take a shower. There, big as life, was a brown lesion on my thigh about the size of a half-dollar. Withina few days, there were more than a dozen big lesions spread across my entire body except for my face and head.

It didn't phase me. I knew what to do. I quickly applied the principles I learned from writing the book, and combined it with another herbal approach. All the lesions went away in less than a week. After I stopped, tthree or four lesions came back within a couple of days.

So I did it again. The lesions went away within a few days again. I stayed with the Revici prinicple for about six months. The tumors never came back. That was nine years ago.

 

More stuff I've written...

Oh, I should also tell you that I worked as a staff writer for a supplement company that had sales of several hundred million dollars a year. It was while there that I learned about the amazing compound that fixes erectile dysfunction, etc. It works for me.

The company had asked me to write a booklet about it. I did. And then I wrote this 70-page version that's now available on this website.

Sinus trouble is another area that I have experience with...in the past, that is. As you can see, the recipe that turned things around for me is also available.

 

The luckiest invention I've ever made...

Here's another thing about me. One day, my thumb was hurting in the joint. On a lark, I decided to see if I could make my own pain spray.

I got super lucky with that one. After gathering up a variety of ingredients, I sprayed it on my hand. In thirty seconds the pain vanished completely. So I went over to my neighbor's house. She'd had sholder surgery a week or two before and was in alot of pain.

She sprayed it on. Her eyes got big like saucers because her pain went away in about 15 seconds. Since then, I've been able to help quite a few people with it, including folks with some really bad, bad pain that addictive pain killers couldn't touch.

You get the recipe for free with any purchase. Let me know how you like it. 

When I wrote the book, I was living in Maryland. Since then, I've relocated to the Emerald Coast of Florida...that's what we call it down here. It sounds so much better than the Panhandle.

One more thing. I make a pretty good plate of spiced rice with almonds, onions and scrambled eggs. My other specialty is toast. I've got that one down.

 

              

                  Kelley Eidem