Here's today's Facebook post from Berkley Bio:
"GoldNApel 10/13/13
Three anecdotes from Dr. Apel
Last X-mas Eve two big bikers carried my daughter-in-law into my home. She had been told by her doctors to just go home and die. She had stage 4 cancer and had already gone through her insurance and the doctors had exhausted their arsenal of treatments. She was weak, gaunt and pale from the cancer and the brutal chemo and radiation therapies that she had endured. She only came to us because she wanted my wife, the mother of the father of her children and grandchildren, to promise to look after her offspring after her death. I just happened to have some “Simpson” medicine that Dave had given to me for inspection. She already had her paperwork together so I immediately started her on the therapy. Two days later she walked unaided to her car. Two weeks after that she went back to the hospital and was told that her cancer was now stage 2. She celebrated the news by doing her first solo parachute jump. Yes, she did pull the cord. She is now in complete remission.
Such a success story has to be put in context. In her 50’s, she had grown up in the Haight and in Sonoma County as a child and had considerable exposure to recreational drugs of all kinds, in some cases to the point of abuse. With her whole family involved in growing pot in Sonoma/Lake counties she had been smoking a lot her whole life. She had no problem at all with getting so stoned on the therapy. In fact, she enjoyed it! And continues to. All my grandchildren look to me like Jesus because I saved their mom. I guess I was in the right place with the right drug at the right time. But things don’t always work out so cleanly.
About a month later I got a call from a very old friend. He had heard about my involvement with medical marijuana and wanted my advice. He had mobility problems and some other chronic conditions and thought maybe our therapy could help. It took him a few weeks but he finally got his paperwork together and so my wife and I gave him a house call. We took an assortment of goodies, but the main one was Dave’s whole plant extract. As we were leaving I mentioned that he must respect that the extract is very strong and gets you very stoned. Pace yourself till you find out your comfort level.
He laughed at me and scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Get too stoned? I was in Vietnam and then with you in the Haight. I’ve been smoking weed for 50 years and I don’t even know why I do it cause it doesn’t even seem to get me high anymore.” 48 hours later I called him to see how things were going. He said “What in the hell did you do to me? I couldn’t walk for 12 hours and even then, the search for the bathroom in my studio apartment seemed like a climb up Everest.” This is when I first realized there was a potential problem with our therapy. Mr. G is doing fine now that he has found his effective dosage and claims that the extract has “reset” his biologic processes. (That doesn’t sound very scientific, does it? Oh well, that’s the way these anecdotes go.)
One more story: This one with a different ending. I got a call from one of my oldest friends about a lady who lived in the cottage behind his house. She had stage 4 ovarian cancer. His old house in Mill Valley was first a hunting lodge before the bridge was built, then a whorehouse, then the first Grateful Dead office (Round Records) in the 60’s and early 70’s. I have always been fascinated by that little cottage back there and always dreamed about living there myself. My wife and I, along with Dave and his wife Mary Ann (that’s the two founders of Dharma and me, constituting three of the four partners of B-Bio) stopped by her home to drop off her medicine and give her support. I had never met her before, but I realized right away she was completely inexperienced with recreational drugs. She was a legal consultant in the financial district and had never smoked pot. But god only knows what prescription drugs she was on. Two days later she called and informed us that she had stopped our therapy because she could not tolerate the side effects. I can just imagine how terrified she must have been, as well as living under the stress of cancer. Two weeks later she was dead.
Dave challenged me with the task of figuring out how to help such patients by providing a medicine that was an effective treatment, but non psychoactive. If we would have had Dharmanol at that time, this lady might well be still alive.
We did it! And the hits just keep on coming. We have had substantial success in the lab recently in this regard and new products/innovations will be revealed soon. I can say no more. Dave Gold and I would like you all to know: Should you or a loved one get sick and need our help we will be there for you, and if you can’t pay for the treatment, we will cover it."
That last line brought tears to my eyes. My son and I had a discussion just this morning about who he should get in touch with if I ever get sick. Way to go GoldNApel.
"GoldNApel 10/13/13
Three anecdotes from Dr. Apel
Last X-mas Eve two big bikers carried my daughter-in-law into my home. She had been told by her doctors to just go home and die. She had stage 4 cancer and had already gone through her insurance and the doctors had exhausted their arsenal of treatments. She was weak, gaunt and pale from the cancer and the brutal chemo and radiation therapies that she had endured. She only came to us because she wanted my wife, the mother of the father of her children and grandchildren, to promise to look after her offspring after her death. I just happened to have some “Simpson” medicine that Dave had given to me for inspection. She already had her paperwork together so I immediately started her on the therapy. Two days later she walked unaided to her car. Two weeks after that she went back to the hospital and was told that her cancer was now stage 2. She celebrated the news by doing her first solo parachute jump. Yes, she did pull the cord. She is now in complete remission.
Such a success story has to be put in context. In her 50’s, she had grown up in the Haight and in Sonoma County as a child and had considerable exposure to recreational drugs of all kinds, in some cases to the point of abuse. With her whole family involved in growing pot in Sonoma/Lake counties she had been smoking a lot her whole life. She had no problem at all with getting so stoned on the therapy. In fact, she enjoyed it! And continues to. All my grandchildren look to me like Jesus because I saved their mom. I guess I was in the right place with the right drug at the right time. But things don’t always work out so cleanly.
About a month later I got a call from a very old friend. He had heard about my involvement with medical marijuana and wanted my advice. He had mobility problems and some other chronic conditions and thought maybe our therapy could help. It took him a few weeks but he finally got his paperwork together and so my wife and I gave him a house call. We took an assortment of goodies, but the main one was Dave’s whole plant extract. As we were leaving I mentioned that he must respect that the extract is very strong and gets you very stoned. Pace yourself till you find out your comfort level.
He laughed at me and scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Get too stoned? I was in Vietnam and then with you in the Haight. I’ve been smoking weed for 50 years and I don’t even know why I do it cause it doesn’t even seem to get me high anymore.” 48 hours later I called him to see how things were going. He said “What in the hell did you do to me? I couldn’t walk for 12 hours and even then, the search for the bathroom in my studio apartment seemed like a climb up Everest.” This is when I first realized there was a potential problem with our therapy. Mr. G is doing fine now that he has found his effective dosage and claims that the extract has “reset” his biologic processes. (That doesn’t sound very scientific, does it? Oh well, that’s the way these anecdotes go.)
One more story: This one with a different ending. I got a call from one of my oldest friends about a lady who lived in the cottage behind his house. She had stage 4 ovarian cancer. His old house in Mill Valley was first a hunting lodge before the bridge was built, then a whorehouse, then the first Grateful Dead office (Round Records) in the 60’s and early 70’s. I have always been fascinated by that little cottage back there and always dreamed about living there myself. My wife and I, along with Dave and his wife Mary Ann (that’s the two founders of Dharma and me, constituting three of the four partners of B-Bio) stopped by her home to drop off her medicine and give her support. I had never met her before, but I realized right away she was completely inexperienced with recreational drugs. She was a legal consultant in the financial district and had never smoked pot. But god only knows what prescription drugs she was on. Two days later she called and informed us that she had stopped our therapy because she could not tolerate the side effects. I can just imagine how terrified she must have been, as well as living under the stress of cancer. Two weeks later she was dead.
Dave challenged me with the task of figuring out how to help such patients by providing a medicine that was an effective treatment, but non psychoactive. If we would have had Dharmanol at that time, this lady might well be still alive.
We did it! And the hits just keep on coming. We have had substantial success in the lab recently in this regard and new products/innovations will be revealed soon. I can say no more. Dave Gold and I would like you all to know: Should you or a loved one get sick and need our help we will be there for you, and if you can’t pay for the treatment, we will cover it."
That last line brought tears to my eyes. My son and I had a discussion just this morning about who he should get in touch with if I ever get sick. Way to go GoldNApel.
