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therapies proved or disproved, and I had reached out to the public. aware of the multiple myeloma (a cancer of the bone marrow) Attacking me overtly would have raised too many questions. several months prior to submitting to investigations and therapy. Backed by data from some of the world's most prestigious Multiple myeloma at the time was treated only when sympto- research institutes, I was offering my technology with no strings matic, as therapy was felt to decrease lifespan, so he felt no rush attached. to confirm his diagnosis. Australian Medical Board representatives attempted to chastise He also felt no rush in informing me of his condition. My me for what they believed were obvious lies and deception. They brother and sister had already entered medical school; I had demanded to know who had evaluated my data and where. They entered puberty. My father worried that the news would devastate accused me of falsely raising hope in poor, dying individuals. It me and affect my studies. Even when faced with death, his con- seemed okay to announce that you can cure an occasional rat and —_— cerns were for my life and future. So much changed in the next raise millions in public donations if you are an institute; however, few years. My father, the workaholic, became much more the to say that you can help people and not ask for, but offer money to family man; always my hero, now my best friend. prove your point was not quite the done thing. Interestingly, the Medical Board enquiry into my "unprofessional" behaviour was STEPPING STONES, ALTERED PERCEPTIONS the first time I had divulged details of the contacts and institutes Cancer is a disease that has repeatedly thwarted a cure. To investigating my technology. Incredibly, within days, these cen- defeat it, surely one did not simply need to understand current tres would not only cancel their collaboration with me but also, teachings, one needed to excel. Curing cancer was not within cur- paradoxically, begin to deny that one had ever existed. rent knowledge, therefore one needed not only to master existing In the USA and Mexico clinics opened up, offering my therapy technology but to surpass it. but delivering heaven-knows-what to unsuspecting patients. I ini- When seen as stepping stones to achieving my dream, teachings tiated legal action to shut them down, but then became a victim of | were devoured. I top-marked in several exams and received the intense personal and professional attacks as well as physical T. F. Ryan Roentgen Prize in phys I tried to apply every new attempts on my life. I was disgusted to learn that members of nugget of information to my father's situation. Biochemistry UCLA and Cedars Sinai took part in my denigration, but I was in taught of new agents that could increase the efficacy of for an even greater shock. When the chemotherapy and radiotherapy, names of individuals from the and of cellular toxic agents that Australian Medical Board were used were presented in other contexts. against me, I asked them to intervene; | would never have imagined Review of old and new medical they would not. It seemed that my own research often showed that these Medical Board was supporting the that the hardest part of agents had been used, and failed to attacks, even if only by inaction. demonstrate efficacy. Chemical What is even more incredible is that healing cancer and AIDS therapy of cancer was receiving amongst all the lies were claims that such intense worldwide scrutiny my MB, BS (the Australian medical would be to get people that it was virtually impossible to degree) was not that of a doctor but to listen generate an original thought or con- rather of a nurse or undergraduate. In court, American expert witnesses testi- fied to that and the Australian Medical the application of unrelated tech- Board seemed to go along for the ride. nology to the cancer problem. In Despite incredible resistance and bias, I won the court battle—but physics we were taught that ultrasonic waves would have differ- cept from within the field. Perhaps the answer then lay in the war to save lives still rages. ent heating coefficients depending on the density of the target; Unlike stories of conspiracies and cover-ups from long ago, this that is, the harder something was, the hotter it would become is happening now. I am still alive; the dream need not be lost, when exposed to ultrasonic frequencies. Cancer was usually then mourned. The proof is there if you would only look. denser than normal tissue, and my father's cancer, being surround- I would never have imagined that the hardest part of healing ed by bone, could be heated up much more so than surrounding cancer and AIDS would be to get people to listen. soft tissue. Perhaps such preferential heat damage could kill the This is my story and our dream. Please read; read and remem- cancer. ber. I approached several cancer researchers. They seemed as excit- aware of the multiple myeloma (a cancer of the bone marrow) several months prior to submitting to investigations and therapy. Multiple myeloma at the time was treated only when sympto- matic, as therapy was felt to decrease lifespan, so he felt no rush to confirm his diagnosis. He also felt no rush in informing me of his condition. My brother and sister had already entered medical school; I had entered puberty. My father worried that the news would devastate me and affect my studies. Even when faced with death, his con- cerns were for my life and future. So much changed in the next few years. My father, the workaholic, became much more the family man; always my hero, now my best friend. cancer. I approached several cancer researchers. They seemed as excit- ed as I was but cautioned me to check past publications on the subject. Thirty years previously, someone had applied that effect to cancer with marginal and occasionally harmful responses. If preferential attacks on cancer were not the answer, perhaps protection of normal structures against toxic agents would allow for more savage attacks against cancer. I discovered entire fields of science on the topic of radioprotective and chemoprotective agents. It was almost impossible to generate an original thought within the confines of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, yet despite continued failure these modalities seemed so powerful, so allur- ing. Cancer was killing my father; I wanted to hit back, hard! Searching for metabolic weaknesses; poisoning some pathway essential to cancer but not to normal cells; combining modalities of chemotherapy with each other, with radiation, with hor- mones—everything had previously been done and had failed. ACCELERATED DREAMS Every child has dreams and aspirations, major contributions to make, marks to be left, fame to be found—and what feels like an eternity in which to accomplish these objectives. Curing cancer, growing up to be a hero, saving mankind—these must be some of the commonest fantasies of the young. Impossible tasks seem achievable because there is so much time—time to study, time to grow, time to prepare. Time allows for attainable fantasies, for pleasant dreams. When time is shortened by age or situation, when there is a need for rapid realisation of the dream, reality destroys fantasies and dreams are either abandoned or are often transformed into tangible despair that mourns its loss by cutting harsher than reality ever could. My father was first diagnosed with cancer in 1975. He was 30 + NEXUS DECEMBER 1997 - JANUARY 1998