I have recently been the recipient of some very good news . As some of you may know I have been somewhat embarrassed and considerably inconvenienced by a recurrence of kidney cancer after a 20 year dormancy. My first battle was with a 20 pound rascal that went metastatic back in 1995.After the best treatments of the day had failed and I was given up for dead, I managed to put together an effective program of guided imagery to solve the problem. You can perhaps imagine all the feelings that went through my now aged brain as I tried to muster up another win, this time with an 81 year old body. Against my better judgement, I started a sutent program that worked well until it didn’t. One year ago, side effects from sutent had put me in the hospital without the use of my legs. I am still learning to walk again. I pulled the plug on sutent, after taking some time off and went for a low dose program of inylta, which is far more tolerable. I sometimes give myself holidays under the presumption that what the oncologist doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
There are many things the additional 20 years of life that have brought me most involved personal happiness. But it has also afforded me the time to resume theoretical work on one of my research efforts that was interrupted by cancer back in 1993. This involves a fairly straight forward system for extracting water out of thin air. Over the next 20 years I can see scarcity of potable drinking water emerging as a world wide crisis.

I think more important is the complimentary approaches. I made some new Guided Imagery CDs specific for the purpose and have used them several times a day, day after day. Some of you might be interested in the fact that for every pill taken during this ordeal, we have held it in our hands and all present have participated in a quiet time of prayer for healing as in James 5 in the New Testament.
Now for the good news. By every site scanned, the radiologist wrote “great” as the shrinkage was everywhere remarkable. So much so that my oncologist assured me that I would most likely die of something beside rcc. He even pulled back on the ongoing dose and did not think it necessary to come back for 3 months which will give this poor old body a rest
As terrifying as the first diagnosis of cancer can be, I think that recurrence after years of dormancy can in some respects be worse. Many people just give up rather than go back into that fierce battle. My purpose in making this post is to encourage those people who find themselves in this, the ultimate disappointment. First, I urge you to remember that you have beaten it once, you can do it again. You still have your personal and spiritual resources and medicine is making some progress, although at a slow pace. Never give up nor let any thing or anyone take your hope away. Your hope belongs to you and while you can choose to give it away, it cannot be taken without your consent.

It is a grand sight to see an oncologists face beaming like the morning sun and I took the opportunity to tell him how much I admired his determination and compassion in putting up with me. We then had a few minutes of beautiful conversation wherein my purpose was to give him something that I felt he needed, and there was cemented a beautiful friendship. The intervening years and wonderful people who have come into my life have taught me that I was, indeed, blessed by a 20 pound rcc tumor.
Should anyone ask, “Who wants to live to 84?”, the answer is, a person who is 83.


Happy National Cancer Survivor-ship Day!!

There are times when the joy of the Christmas season seems muted by sad recollections of pain and suffering amidst the circle of friends and loved  ones.  The season just past was, for me a  sort of punctuation of a lifetime of such events.   On Thanksgiving night I was rushed to the hospital with fever and chills.   What started out as a narrow escape from death by sepsis infection actually turned out to be a life saving event.  It seems that  in searching for the cause of the infection, a golf ball sized tumor was discovered on my right lung.  It was a  metastasis from a renal cell cancer tumor that had lain dormant for  17 years ago waiting patiently to kill me.  As was the case with the original tumor, I had the option of running in circles in a  full panic mode or that of taking charge, gathering  data, making a plan and killing it before it killed me.   My family and I decided to go for an indoor record of minimum time from discovery to kill.  Using the time required for recovery from the sepsis infection and treatment, we visited four different doctors at as many facilities and, as might  be expected, got 4 different opinions.   We selected an approach involving the latest  in laparoscopic technology that literally pulled the rug out from under  this nasty creature and sent it to the incinerator.   No further treatment is indicated based  on scans.

After an initial meeting with the surgeon and scheduling an operation asap, the following sequence of events took place. I showed up for the operation on a Tuesday morning early.  That night, I actually ate a light meal.   The next day, I walked a couple of laps around the nurses station and, on Friday, I walked out of the hospital and went home with the Foley catheter still in place rather than risk getting the flu that is pandemic around public places such as hospitals.   This yields an elapsed time of about 4 days which I like to think of as a record.

I am not blameless for this recurrence of the cancer.  I was successful in getting rid of the monster to beat a death sentence years ago with a self directed program of guided imagery.  This story is told in my book, THREE MONTHS TO LIFE. I got a bit lazy in doing my guided   imagery over the years and allowed this villain  to sneak up on me.  This will not happen again. There is a lot to be learned from this experience.   Perhaps the most important is that when we finally get those little devils on the ropes, we should just keep on punching and never let them get a breath of air.  People facing the issue of recurrence should take some comfort in the fundamental truth that if they are  close  enough to kill us, they are also close enough for us to kill them!

Above all, we should note St Paul’s admonition to be grateful IN all things (not necessarily FOR all things).  When contemplating the grief of loss, it is always worthwhile to take stock  of what one  has left and that usually leads to a healthy attitude of rejoicing.   Depression is not the mandated destiny of the soul that suffers.  No, there is always the choice for gratitude and this connects to the thread of joy that runs  through the fellowship of pain that connects us all  to a higher calling.  It is out of experience, that I  refer to those marvelous words of Romans 8:28 “-all things work together for good to them that love God-“.  Joy is a close relative to love and  love truly conquers all.  Don’t let anything or anybody ever take your  joy.

It IS  possible!

You CAN defeat recurrent cancer!!

Gerald W. White, P.E.


Time Warp Memory Preservation

A recurring theme I hear while mentoring cancer patients is a wish to be able to re-live experiences by viewing with modern technology those precious old photos and 35mm slides. I found just such a service called Time Warp Productions. They were able for an nominal fee to produce a DVD containing all the precious photos and slides. What was more amazing was that presentation was with background music from songs of that era, as well as a narration track that I provided. Thus I now have captured in digital format a family history that is both enjoyable to me and will become a living legacy for my descendants for generations to come. 

For me, the holidays are special time to celebrate with family and give thanks for all of our blessings. I especially looked forward to the holidays in 2005, the year that my wife and I celebrated the birth of our new daughter Lily.  We couldn’t wait to share our holiday traditions with Lily, and we talked endlessly about how we would celebrate her first Christmas.  However, our happiness and excitement was soon stripped away from us, when three days before Thanksgiving my wife, Heather was diagnosed with cancer. 

Lily was only three and a half months old when my wife was diagnosed. In a single afternoon, we went from planning for the holidays to trying to fight cancer. We learned that my wife had been diagnosed with a rare and very deadly form of cancer called pleural mesothelioma.  What little I knew about mesothelioma was enough for me to know that our once bright future was now very uncertain.  I tried to remain positive, but all I could picture was the worst case scenario, and that year I felt that I had very little to be thankful for.

Despite all of bad news, we celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with Heather’s family. We made plans about what we would do and what Heather’s family would do to help Heather before we headed into Boston for treatment. The memory of this discussion with Heather’s family is etched into my brain. It was one of the worst moments of my life.

We discussed our finances, assets, debts and Lily’s childcare.  I listened to the discussion of our bills and finances. Heather’s family told us how they would help us financially, but we had to determine which assets we could liquidate. Heather and I both worked, but with the new baby and the looming treatment and travel requirements, money was very tight. We knew that we wouldn’t be able to stay afloat without help.  Heather’s family offered to help as much as they could, but all I could feel was shame and embarrassment. This wasn’t how I anticipated spending Thanksgiving.  Looking back now, all these years later, I realize how very much I had to be thankful for, but at the time, all I could feel was despair.


While I was sitting at the table ashamed and overwhelmed, I failed to realize that I was surrounded by family who loved me and would do anything to help me at a moment’s notice. They dropped everything to be by our sides through this crisis, and were willing to make huge sacrifices of their own to help us through. Now I can see how lucky we were, and I am incredibly grateful to everyone who extended us a helping hand during that time.

Because of this, I wanted to take a moment to remember everything I have to be thankful for in my life. I am thankful for the kindness and love bestowed up on me by my family and friends. I am thankful for a healthy daughter and other people who have helped us when we needed it. Most of all, I am thankful for my wife’s unlikely recovery. It’s been seven Christmases since Heather was diagnosed with mesothelioma, and it was in large part due to the love and support of our family and friends that we were able to make it through. We hope and expect to have many more Christmases to celebrate together as a family. We want our story to be a source of hope and inspiration to others fighting cancer this holiday season.


We are pleased to announce the completion of a brand new alpha wave modulated CD of guided imagery entitled “BUILDING BRIDGES OVER TRAUMA”. This CD is designed to help people overcome disabilities that stem from various types of blocking that occur in the autonomic nervous system and prevent the transfer of signals from the brain to perform basic functions. This started out in response to a request for help with Cerebral Palsy but it appears to be applicable to other problems wherein trauma has resulted in debilitation or loss of function.

The production of this CD as well as two previous ones dealing with Multiple Sclerosis and Drug & Alcohol Addiction was brought about by requests from persons who had used my original CD for cancer patients to achieve remissions and wanted to see this technique tried for the benefit of loved ones afflicted with these other diseases. This is the stuff of true pioneering and creativity in action. An extensive study showed that the principle argument against this effort was the classic “it’s never been done before.” This of course has been true of every original idea since the dawn of time. If early results are any indication this could well be the beginning of a wonderful new treatment modality that is patient friendly, non-invasive, self-scheduled, free of side effects, and cost free. Users of this technique benefit from unlimited opportunity to use it, in the privacy of their home and, perhaps best of all can do it at night while sleeping. This is possible since the message of the imagery is directed at the subconscious mind and that never sleeps. The soothing background music of violin and flute playing Pachelbel’s “Canon in D” set’s the stage for a good night’s sleep.

Several of you have expressed interest in the new Alpha Wave Modulated CD of Guided Imagery for Alcohol & Drug addiction.  This is a rather exciting new venture into uncharted waters for me but the early results are rather intriguing.   The first to report was a group of 10 alcoholics in California who were also suffering from acute ADHD. The first experimental use of the CD, reports the moderator, was that the group went into a relaxed state from the very beginning and had a very attentive, enjoyable experience.  The more recent is the case of a man in Houston whose alcoholism initiated as a bad response to a very abusive childhood that left him with recurring, terrible nightmares that regularly prevent a good nights sleep.   He reports that for the first time in years, he is getting a good night’s sleep.  I think there is a persuasive logic to the notion that in both cases, the resonant tuning of the message to the subconscious has enabled it to drill right through the dissonance occurring in the left brain to communicate directly in tune with the right brain to deliver a message of hope.  This is a far from discouraging initial result and would appear to open the door for further successes. 

Cancer Celebration Dinner

At the "White House" by the Rose Garden.

I hope all of you have had a wonderful Easter Weekend with your families, and always take it into your heart that Jesus died for our sins. We are all truly blessed for this, that we have the opportunity to go out into this world and do marvelous things. This photo of Joyce Smith was taken at a White House Rose Garden
Presentation (Gerald and Lucy White’s house, that is). The occasion
follows the previous day’s visit to the University of Texas Southwest
Medical School in Dallas where her oncologist could, happily, find no
sign of cancer. This is best viewed against the backdrop of the
situation as of last June. She was in the throes of a struggle with
Type B Papillary Lymphoma and had visible lumps from mets in several
locations over her body. In fact, she was advised not to entertain any
“false hopes” as it was likely incurable. She was one of those
exceptional people who had the courage to believe in her program of
guided imagery and refused to have her last months ruined by
chemotherapy. She expressed at the time that, if her hopes and
expectations came to fruition and she did, in fact, beat the cancer,
then she wanted there to be no doubt as to the cause of the victory.
Along the way, she was the third person to receive one of the brand new
Alpha Wave CDs and has spent over 300 hours in guided imagery
sessions. Her full story may be found on the “Inspiration Stories”
page on our website. Last fall she
was the “Star Closer” at one of our TRIUMPH program lectures at North
Texas State Medical School, at which time she called the shot by telling
an auditorium full of people that she would be clear by the time of
yesterday’s visit. She will welcome emails from interested patients
at: jdsmith76049@charter.net .
Way to go Joyce!!!

God Bless,

Gerald White P.E.

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