In the mid-twenties I was head nurse at the Sisters of Providence Hospital in a Northern Ontario town.

One day one of my nurses was bathing an elderly lady patient. I noticed that one breast was a mass of scar tissue, and asked about it. “I came out from England nearly 30 years ago” she told me. “I joined my husband who was prospecting in the wilds of Northern Ontario. My right breast became sore and swollen, and very painful. My husband brought me to Toronto, and the doctors told me I had advanced cancer and my breast must be removed at once.

“Before we left camp a very old Indian medicine man had told me I had cancer, but he could cure it. I decided I’d just as soon try his remedy as to have my breast removed. One of my friends had died from breast surgery. Besides, we had no money.”

She and her husband returned to the mining camp, and the old Indian showed her certain herbs growing in the area, told her to make a tea from these herbs and to drink it every day.

She was nearly 80 years old when I saw her and there had been no recurrence of cancer.

I was much interested and wrote down the names of the herbs she had used. I knew that doctors threw up their hands when cancer was discovered in a patient: it was just the same as a death sentence, just about. I decided that if I should ever develop cancer, I would use this herb tea.

About a year later I was visiting an aged retired doctor whom I knew well. We were walking slowly about his garden when he took his cane and lifted a weed.

“Nurse Caisse”, he told me, “if people would use this weed there would be very little cancer in the world”.

He told me the name of the plant. It was one of the herbs my patient named as an ingredient of the Indian Medicine Man’s tea!

A few months later I received word that my mother’s only sister had been operated on in Brockville, Ontario. The doctors had found she had cancer of the stomach with a liver involvement, and gave her at the most six months to live.

I hastened to her and talked to her doctor. He was Dr. R.O. Fisher of Toronto, whom I knew well because I had nursed patients for him many times. I told him about my herb tea and asked his permission to try it under his observation, since there was apparently nothing more medical science could do for my aunt.

He consented quickly. I obtained the necessary herbs, with some difficulty, and made the tea.

My aunt lived for 21 years after being given up by the medical profession. There was no recurrence of cancer.

I wanted to establish my remedy, which I spelled ESSIAC (my name spelled backwards), in actual practice and not in a laboratory only. I knew I had no bad side effects, so it could do no harm. I wanted to use it on patients in my own way. And when the time came, I wanted to share in the administration of my own discovery.

I later moved to Peterborough, east of Toronto, and lived in a rented house, where I was no sooner moved in than the College of Physicians and Surgeons sent a health officer to issue a warrant for my arrest, again the charge was “practicing medicine without a licence”. I have lost count of the number of times I have been threatened with arrest and imprisonment for treating patients with ESSIAC.

I never dreamed of the opposition and the persecution that would be my lot in trying to help suffering humanity with no thought of personal gain.

A few days after the hearing before the Department of Health and Welfare, Dr. Alfred Bastedo, of Bracebridge, called me. He had sent a patient to me with cancer of the bowel, and was greatly impressed with the results of my treatment. He told me he had gone before the Bracebridge Town Council and had asked that they offer me the old British Lion Hotel building to be used as a cancer clinic, if I would return to my hometown to practice. He persuaded me to accept his offer.

The Mayor and the Council of Bracebridge were very enthusiastic about getting the clinic started. With the help of friends, relatives and patients, I furnished an office, dispensary, reception room and five treatment rooms.

From 1934 to 1942, I paid the Council the sum of $1.00 per month for the building and there was a large “Cancer Clinic” sign on the door. I treated thousands of patients who came from far and near, most of them given up as hopeless cases after everything in medical science had failed. Some arrived in ambulances, receiving their first treatments lying down in an ambulance; after a few treatments they walked into the clinic without help.

About the time I opened my Cancer Clinic in Bracebridge, my own dear mother became ill. The four local doctors said she had gallstones, and her heart was too weak for surgery. Mother was 72 years old at the time. I immediately started treating her with ESSIAC. I gave it daily for 10 days. When she improved I reduced the treatment to three a week, then to two, then to one. She continued to improve.

To make a long story short, my mother completely recovered. She passed away quietly after her 90th Birthday – without pain, just a tired heart.

This is a summary of the story of ESSIACR told by Rene Caisse in her own words. Numerous books on the subject of Rene Caisse and ESSIACR have been published over the years. Shortly before she died, in 1978, she sold the secret formula to the Resperin Corporation, for one dollar. Essiac Canada International Inc now have exclusive rights to the name ESSIACR and the unique Rene Caisse formula.
 
Please note - Rene Caisse never claimed that EssiacR was a cure for cancer.

Now ESSIACR is available in the UK.

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