Dr. Dick's Story
Dr. Dick's Program
Dr. Dick vs. Dr. Danney
Eulogy by Dr. Zeff
Legacy
Constitutional Hydrotherapy
Carroll Food Test

I met the late Dr. Harold Dick under strange but fortunate circumstances. I had to hear about him twice, 200 miles apart, before the information "registered". How many people find a healer able to cure almost any malady in a world community gone haywire with disorders and disease? He was my "needle in the haystack". Before describing the diagnostic procedures, treatment, healing regimen that restored my health and that of countless others through 4 decades of doctoring without drugs or surgery, his own remarkable story needs to be told.

WHY I BECOME A NATUROPATH...By Dr. Harold Dick, N.D.
(as dictated to DJT--his "lay" student--and printed with his permission,)

I came out of World War II with $700 mustering-out pay and started a garage business with it. I immediately got married and had children. Of course money was tight, but in the five years I was in business, I bought 40 acres of irrigated land in the Black Canyon in Idaho. I was going to start farming that and build my home up there. As it was, we were just living in a little shack by my garage business. At this time I was looking forward, trying to figure out how to make more money, easier--how I was going to work all this out.

I called my brother in to be a partner in the business. Then we started rebuilding generators and armatures and added a truck and wholesale business delivering parts on this route to other service stations and garages. We stocked parts so when they needed them we could deliver. The business grew bigger and bigger. We were shipping armatures clear to Minidoka. The money was coming. All this took time. It took money to make money, so every dollar we made, we reinvested.

About this time we made a connection with a company that was going to help finance our expansion and build us a brand new service station with a connecting garage. We make a deal to buy their gas at a certain price per gallon. In other words, we were going BIG! Basically, everything was cut and dried and ready to go, all but signing the papers. We had worked for several months putting the whole package deal together.

Meanwhile, we were still going ahead with the garage business and had even hired help, trying to get competent mechanics to work in the garage so I wouldn't have to be there all the time. I planned to become the manager and keep an eye on things. So we were working that angle, too, trying to arrange it so I wouldn't have to do all the work. Then my brother got sick.

His illness was so severe he couldn't continue working; I had to hold up his end as well as my own. He had stomach ulcers for year and years. During the war while I was in the service, he was operated on three times. I didn't know anything about surgery in those days. I thought the doctors knew they were doing, and that surgery was the almighty cure. He had already had three--he should be cured, but he kept getting worse. It became obvious he was dying and wouldn't live much longer.

A friend from Boise suggested we take him to Dr. Carroll. I asked who he was and where he was at? Spokane, Washington, I was told. We lived in Caldwell, Idaho, where I had my garage business, 400 miles from Spokane. I couldn't understand why we had to go 400 miles to see a doctor? Of course, my friend blew up and wouldn't even talk any more. He just said, "Get in that car!" and he took us. I knew nothing about doctors."

Earlier that spring, my brother went to the hospital. I thought he was dying then. He came out, but after that he could never lay down again. His back and stomach hurt so badly, he spent his nights sitting up in a big chair with his legs over the arm rest and maybe catching a few catnaps between pain. He never took his clothes off to sleep. Other times he'd lean against an old oil heater, even through the hot July and August because it eased his pain a little. He vomited all the time, maybe ten times a day. He couldn't keep anything down. Eventually all he lived on was milk. He grew thinner and whiter until he was nothing but an empty shell.

When we got to Spokane, Dr. Carroll took him in and tested him, looking for the cause of the whole problem. the next day we headed back to get the test results. On the way, my bother drank a quart of milk. That was his breakfast. He got another quart to take with him to the office and left it in the car. We went in at nine that morning and didn't get out until after two. The old doctor told my brother what to do to get well, but I couldn't believe it. The answer seemed too simple to be any good. I kept arguing with him--he was sick and needed help. I kept pushing the doctor, "Dang it, my brother is dying. You do something!" The doctor kept telling me what to do but I just couldn't accept it. Dr. Carroll said dairy foods were poisoning my brother, and to stop drinking milk.

We finally got back to the car. My brother reached for the milk, but I grabbed it out of his hand and drank the whole thing! I said, "That's good for me, but not for you. You don't get any more." He didn't care if it wasn't good for him. He was too sick. He just wanted something to ease the pain. He thought milk made him feel better for a while. He didn't care whether he lived or died.

The pain was getting worse year after year. By now, he was ready to die. I told him "NO MORE MILK!" because it made him sicker. He said, "But what can I do? I'm hurting now." I told him to wait a minute and ran back into the doctor's office. I told him, "Man, he's hurting. What can we do?" He scratched his head some and then called for his son. He had him mix up some egg white, water and honey and brought that to me. I took it and left.

My brother took a sip of that and complained that it didn't do what the milk did for him. I told him it wasn't supposed to, the milk was killing him and this won't. He argued that this drink didn't ease the stomach pain. He didn't think it helped much, so he didn't drink it all. My brother had nothing else to eat or drink the rest of the day. Jim, our friend, had friends all over the place on the way back, so he stopped here and there, and about midnight my brother Paul said there was a change. "What change?" I asked. In those days our pants had buttons instead of zippers. Up till that time he left his pants unbuttoned and his belt undone because he was bloated so bad. Now he had both done up. He put both his hands between him and his pants and said, "Look--I got lots of room." That was from breakfast until midnight. That was the change. Oh, he'd stopped and vomited several times, but that was nothing unusual.

We got home at five o'clock in the morning. I told my brother, "You go home and do the best you can. Don't worry about business. I'll take care of that." The truth is, I still didn't believe the old doctor. I thought the whole trip was a waste of time. I couldn't tell if his stomach was better. Some of the bloat went down, but I didn't know what that meant. None of it made any sense to me.

Paul went home and laid on the bed flat on his back, spread wide open like he was hanging on a cross. This was now Christmas Eve day. I went over an hour later and found him like that. I thought he was dead! But he was breathing, sound asleep. I couldn't believe it. I checked on him every hour. He slept all day, not moving a muscle, not even stirring.

Well, Christmas Eve came, Santa Claus came, and still he slept on. I finally got a few hours sleep, but come early morning, I headed back over. I was drinking coffee in the kitchen when he came in about eight in the morning. I asked him how he felt? "Oh," he says, "I feel great!" I told him he ought to after more than 24 hours of sleep. I asked him if he felt hungry? He said, 'Yeah, I could eat but I'm scared to." I asked his wife to boil up a piece of meat in some water. He drank about half a cup of the broth. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Oh," he said, "just like putting salve on a sore." By New Year's Day he was going around beating his belly, telling the world he didn't have one.

After the holidays, I told him to go back to the old doctor for treatments. The doctor said 15 treatments would do as much good as one year on the diet. My brother felt so good he didn't think he needed any, but I told him to go and he said okay.

His wife went along. She had suffered from migraine headaches ever since I knew her. When they came back, I wanted to know everything--what happened, what they thought of the treatments, what it was all about?

She told me, "This is the most wonderful thing I've seen. My headaches are gone!" Then she admitted doctors had found a tumor in her uterus some time earlier. They had her set up for surgery at the end of the month. By then she'd seen Dr. Carroll and had treatments for three weeks. The headaches were gone, so she canceled surgery. Three months later almost to the day, she passed the tumor through the vagina on her own.

The next month, I packed up my family and we all went to Spokane to be tested. I'd been suffering from boils and carbuncles I carried for three years. They turned into runny, pussy sores that didn't heal. My doctor had tried everything. When a new drug came out he called the Missus with a new prescription and told her, "When your husband comes to town have him stop by and pick it up." "Try this." "Try that." Or, "Try something else." Nothing worked. I kept after that doctor,"Dammit--get rid of these boils!" but he didn't know what to do.

Finally, he recommended I go see a dentist, thinking maybe my teeth caused this blood infection. The dentist x-rayed and examined me but found nothing. No problem. But after a while he recommended that my teeth be pulled, and if that would make my boils go away, then okay. So they pulled my teeth at age 26 and gave me dentures, which I've suffered with ever since. The teeth went--the boils stayed.

After Dr. Carroll examined and tested me, he told me eggs were my poison. He said if I quit eating them, the boils would go away. When I quit my eggs, the boils DID go away! I also had to quit combining fruit and sugar together, which was just as serious a problem, but the fruit and sugar made different poisons which caused other problems. (His wife Ruby suffered from debilitating arthritis and also was tested, changed her diet, took treatments and recovered. --DJT)

I got some treatments and then decided I had to get educated--that I'd been on the merry-go-round long enough and wanted off. I had to find out what was going on, so I started at the College of Idaho Medical School.

I had a vision. I'd be a doctor and have a garage, too, so I kept my business. I still didn't know anything about doctors. I just wanted to be one like Dr. Carroll. After one semester it became obvious that wasn't going to happen. They didn't have the answers. So I went back to see the old doctor and said, "Doc, how can I do what you're doing?" He told me I had to go to school. I said, "that's fine, I just finished one semester." Oh boy, did he blow up! He told me I had to go to HIS school."'Oh, is there a difference?" I asked. That's when I found out his school was in Portland. I just about gave up on the idea, but my wife pushed--"Go. Go."

There was my garage. I was busy working, making good money. What more could I want? I could see by the time I was fifty I could retire, almost a millionaire. Why worry? Why should I go to school? My dad said, "Son, you're crazy! You've got a mint made here." Well, I did have. And I had my farm started out there and all my big plans. It was quite a decision to make and I felt dubious. But my wife pushed-- "Go!" So I said okay.

I tried to turn the business over to my brother, but he didn't think he could handle it if I wasn't there to run it. So, I locked the door and walked out. What happened to my brother? He went someplace else, took up butchering and later moved to California.

Later I had to sell everything, including the business property and farm to finance my schooling. I attended classes by day and worked nights at Fred Meyer's, doing 40 hours a week just like everyone else.

My school was the only naturopathic college left in the country at that time. The individual states destroyed all the other schools and outlawed naturopathic practices. Five more states followed suit while I was in school.

I went to the school because the old doctor said I had to, but after a year or so I saw they weren't curing patients the way he did. I went back to see him again and said, "Hey Doc--I don't understand all this. They don't cure people like you do. If I can't do what you do, forget it! I'm going back to the garage business."

He said, "Well, when you get through school, you'll have to let me teach it to you." Boy, I made him promise me! He had to swear to take me in as soon as I got through school.

Two years later while I was still in school, Dr. Carroll fell on the ice and hurt his head. He almost died. That was a real blow! He was pretty sick there for a while. He developed the test procedure that he did and was the only one alone that knew how to do it. The type of treatments he gave were developed in Europe by the famous Father Kneipp. He was the only practitioner left in the country. Without him, all was lost. But he recovered, and I was thankful. When I finished school, I went and practiced with him. It would take three years. I had to get by financially, so I told him, "Look--I don't have any more money. I burned up everything I had--my garage business, my farm--everything, to keep us alive." He asked me how much I needed. I told him a bare minimum, and he agreed.

I worked with him all the time, helping him give treatments. I watch and listened, talked and counseled with him every day. Whenever he found something exciting, he showed me and we discussed it. He wasn't much of a teacher, so I had to learn by observation and however I could. It took full three years to learn the blood test, the heart, the treatments and everything--the whole picture.

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Food intolerance/tissue salt deficiency testing
Iridology
Diet counseling
Constitutional hydrotherapy/electrotherapy
Homeopathy
Glandular protomorphogens
Herbs and natural medicines

Each person has different intolerances, susceptibilities, and health needs. The information that will provided here is general, for information only, and not to be taken as health care advice. What applies to one person may be entirely wrong for the next. "One man's food is another man's poison" exactly describes the situation of food intolerances. Dr. Letitia Watrous and Dr. Leo Scott do the food intolerance testing in their Spokane, Washington clinics. However, in spite of doing the same testing procedure, they sometimes get slightly different results. There may be others trained in the testing procedure by Dr. Dick or Dr. Scott--I will provide that information here when I have it. We would suggest double-checking results by avoiding the foods, and then trying them. After a period of abstinence, one's reaction to the food usually becomes more extreme once the immune system has recovered from the severe stress of having to deal with these poisons over a long period of time.

The test reveals these underlying, deep-seated intolerances that are missed by medical food allergy tests which are a different class of allergy. Once the underlying problem is addressed, often these secondary immune system-based allergies whether to foods, or other allergens (hay-fever type allergies, etc.), will clear up once the immune system starts to make a recovery. But sometimes not. If one is allergic to peanuts, or shellfish, or strawberries, or the like, it would be necessary to go forward with extreme caution in testing to see whether those allergies have or have not abated.

All of my other allergies DID clear up once I recovered from the devastation caused by the food intolerances ...however, that was in my case. Yours might be different--DJT

Dr. Joel Wallach, author of the internationally best-selling audio tape "Dead Doctors Don't Lie" has described a method of doing a pulse test to determine food allergies after eating which will be described here later for those unable to have a blood test done by the physicians who know how to do this particular type of testing. The medical profession doesn't have this test. Only those who trained with Dr. Carroll or someone they taught in turn know the procedure, which involves a complex chemical analysis of the reaction of blood to certain foods.

Coca Pulse Test (For those without access to the few naturopathic physicians who have studied Dr. Carroll's food intolerance test methods.)

Provided by Dr. Joel Wallach in his book, Let's Play Doctor.

"To perform this test, you learn your base pulse rate, then eat a single food (i.e., milk only, wheat only, etc.) and check your pulse 15, 30 and 60 minutes after you eat the single food item: and elevation in pulse rate of more than ten beats is an indicator that you are allergic to that food."

From another internet source:

"A second method of allergy diagnosis can be used in conjunction with the pulse test is the Diet Diary: this is especially useful when emotional symptoms and headache are associated with food allergies. First, you eat a single food (do with pulse test) noting the time on a pad of paper, then record emotional symptoms and/or headache with the time; they symptom will appear within minutes to a few hours of ingesting the offending food (this includes hyperactivity and dyslexia). Do a six-hour GTT as almost everyone with food allergies has hypoglycemia because the celiac changes in the intestine prevent the efficient absorption of chromium."

Treatment of food allergies includes religious use of the base line nutritional supplements (be sure to use hypoallergenic supplements--no corn, wheat, soy, egg, or milk, avoid vaccinations that have egg, blood or beef origins: vitamin C to bowel tolerance levels, vitamin A at 300,000 IU/day as beta carotene (carrots--not pills), bioflavonoids at 150-300 mg/day, zinc at 50 mg t.i.d., chromium at 50-200 mcg t.i.d., betaine HCI and pancreatic enzymes at 75-500 mg t.i.g.15-20 minutes before meals, ACE sublingual or IV, five day rotation diets, avoidance of offending foods and patience!!! It takes up to 90 days to repair the intestinal injury (the good news is that repair will take place even if you're 100 years old!!!). IV hydrogen peroxide speeds up the healing process."