In the early 80s, my brother was dying of cancer. After exhausting all the remedies at the time, we all knew he had only a few weeks to live. He told me to call Charlotte Gerson, who was doing coffee enemas in Mexico, as at least this gave him some hope. When I spoke to her, she very rudely stated that since he'd had chemo and didn't see her first, she'd refuse to "treat" him, and we should've known better, etc. I came away thinking "not only are you a quack, but a mean and arrogant one".