It was about this time that my own dear mother became ill. The four town doctors said that she had gallstones and her heart was too weak for an operation. As she got worse I insisted on calling Dr Roscoe Graham, a consulting specialist of international fame, for an examination and consultation with the other doctors. Mother was 72 years old at the time.

After the consultation Dr Graham came to me and said: "Your mother has cancer, Miss Caisse, her liver is a nodular mass."

And Dr McGibbon, who was set against my cancer work, said very sarcastically: "Why don't you do something?"

I answered: "I'm certainly going to try, Doctor."

"How long has she got?" I asked Dr Graham.

He said that he thought it would be only a matter of days.

I immediately started treating her. I gave it daily treatments for ten days.

When she improved, I reduced the treatments to three a week, then to two, then to one. As she continued to improve, to make a long story short, my mother completely recovered and passed away quietly after her 90th birthday, with no pain, just a tired heart.

This repaid me for all of my work, having given my mother 18 years of life which she would not have had and made up for a great deal of the persecution I had endured at the hands of the medical world.