As recorded in An Experienced Physician’s (2010) book Auto-Urine Therapy, an Indian man named Chitalia suffered from liver cancer, piles and continuous fever in the 1970s. Western-style doctors confirmed that he had at the most half a month to live. Thank God, a neighbor handed him a book on urine therapy. Following the instructions in the book, he drank his own urine in large quantities and washed his piles with urine lavishly. Within months, he completely recovered, much to the astonishment of his doctors. Below please find this gentleman’s testimony:
Self-introduction
My name is Nanubhai Kalidas Chitalia. I am 53 years old. I live at present on the fourth floor of Kapadia Building No. 2, Near G. T. School, Malharrao Wadi, Kalbadevi, Mumbai. I believe that the story of my illness and my recovery to the extent of being able to lead a completely normal life, is of considerable interest, and may prove a source of inspiration to many who have lost all hope. It may rekindle the vital spark in the hearts of those who have lost the will to live.
The First Omen
One unlucky day in February 1976, while I was shaving myself, I discovered a small lump under the lobe of my right ear-a hard movable lump that shifted up or down under pressure. No similar lump was found on the left side. I showed it to my family doctor, who did not attach much importance to my complaint. He commenced treatment, attributing the lump to ‘weakness’. As there was no improvement, I approached a consultant Physician. ‘Deficiency of vitamins/ he diagnosed, and prescribed injections and medicines. A month passed without any improvement.
Diagnosed with Cancer
Another doctor was consulted. He listened patiently and attentively, and went through the details of the injections and medicines. He suspected cancer and advised me to go to the Tata Hospital* I saw Dr J. J. Vyas of the Tata Hospital on 19 March 1976. He works in association with Dr Paymaster. He examined me thoroughly, and administered certain tests. There was no pain when the lump was pressed. The test reports came in : I had cancer. The hospital card was issued to me on 19 March 1976, and bore the number AH-3603.
Radiotherapy
Treatment for cancer was commenced. 200-watt irradiations were given on alternate days, 20 in all, over a period of about a month and a half. A check showed no appreciable improvement. Another course of ten 200-watt exposures was commenced. This time there were indications of irritation on my neck. My throat began to feel parched. The sense of taste was lost. The irradiated area was scorched.
Some skin was excised. There was some relief, though it proved to be temporary.
Bad Habits
I had contracted some bad habits in my childhood. Including smoking 20-25 biris or cigarettes, chewing 4 to 5 betel leaves with tobacco and drinking 5 to 6 cups of strong tea every day, I weighed 62 kilograms. But after contracting cancer, I began to lose weight. There was no discomfort after the treatment at the Tata Hospital. Things were all right till near the end of the year 1977.
Liver Cancer Discovered
In December 1977, a lump was noticed on my abdomen. I began to have fever, the temperature ranging from 101° F to 103*F. I lost appetite completely. Lassitude invaded my body. I went to the Tata Hospital again in February 1978, and saw Dr Vyas. The family doctor had been treating me during this period, but the fever did not respond to the treatment. There was another round of tests and investigations. I was told that I had cancer of the liver. There were growths on three sides of the liver. No operation or radiation therapy was possible.
Futile Western Medicines
A course of medicines was initiated. Ten injections costing Rs 50 each were given, on alternate days. As there was no improvement, ten more injections, costing Rs 140 each this time, were given. Despite all this, there was no improvement! I got weaker and weaker. My weight dropped to 30-32 kg. I had no appetite. There was a nauseating bad taste in my mouth. On the top of all this, I developed piles. Lumps, fever and piles! I was getting desperate. There was persistent, nagging pain. Dr Vyas gave his final opinion, ‘Take rest now. There is nothing more we can do for you/ Treatment was discontinued.
Our family doctor suggested removal of the piles by an operation. But I was in extreme distress because of the pains inflicted by a triplet of diseases. Dr Vyas called for another consultation at my home. After a detailed examination, he asked the members of my family to ‘finish all important tasks expeditiously’. As we belong to the Vaishnav sect, the donation of a cow in alms was attended to immediately. Preparations for the ultimate journey were diligently taken on hand. These included pooja worship in the Haveli temple and other religious ceremonies. The proposal of operating for piles was rejected summarily. When death was imminent, what was the sense in having the operation?
Light at the End of the Tunnel
These events took place in April 1978.
The spirit was impatient to escape from the body. But my will to live was not yet prepared to submit so easily. My will power was continually inducing me to entertain no other thoughts except those of survival. And one day it was as if the Messiah Himself came to our door. Our next-door neighbour Ramdasbhai stepped into my house, and very gently placed a book in my hands. It was ‘Manav Mootra’ (Human Urine) by Ravjibhai Patel. Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, I began to read it avidly and with rekindled hope. I went straight to the chapter on piles. I saw light at the end of the tunnel. As death was staring me in the face why shouldn’t this free treatment be tried? Accordingly, I commenced auto-urine therapy for the treatment of piles.
Piles Gone!
I began to wash the piles 8 to 10 times a day with fresh urine. There was some improvement in about 15 days.
One day two of the excrescences dropped away while cleaning! My surprise and joy knew no bounds! The third one also fell out after four days. The bleeding stopped, the pain simply disappeared. As I had succeeded in freeing myself from one of the three disorders, my confidence grew, and my faith in this therapy deepened. I reported this development to the doctor who had recommended an operation. He could not give credence to such an unconventional cure, so he came and examined me. He was astonished when he saw the results.
Urine-drinking Started
Now I decided to commence treatment of the other two complaints, fever and the tumours of the liver, and began drinking my urine on the auspicious day of Dasserah, 1978. I began with half a glass, that is about 4 ounces, of fresh urine in the morning. Meanwhile I continued to take the medicines prescribed by the TataHospital authorities. I had been suffering from asthma, which was inherited from my parents. After eight to ten days of auto-urine therapy, I noted assuagement of the symptoms of asthma. So I increased the frequency of my intake of urine to twice a day. Again in a period of 8 to 10 days, I began to recover my appetite.
The sense of taste which had been lost completely was regained to some extent. I began to feel a little stronger and more active. I became more enthusiastic, and increased the frequency of the intake of urine from twice a day to three, four and more times a day. About 24 ounces of urine were now to be taken everyday. The fever now freed me from its clutches, thus greatly augmenting both my joy and my enthusiasm. I began to drink plenty of water. I began to pass 7 or 8 glassfuls of water in a day, and my total intake reached 48 ounces a day.
A Sudden Attack of Colic
About one and a half months from the commencement of this therapy, I had a sudden severe attack of colic at night. I ran to the lavatory. I was feeling so sick that I decided not to lock the lavatory from inside, and asked my wife to stand near the door. I passed very foul smelling stool in a few moments. A highly malodorous liquid containing fibrous materials, red in colour resembling that of flesh, was forcibly expelled in great quantity, followed by black lumpy matter. The smell was so intolerable that it was not possible to continue to sit or even stand Ihere. All at once I felt extremely weak. My wife cleaned me up, and led me to my bed. I was fast asleep in five minutes. Because of my various diseases, I had never before slept so soundly. I began to feel better from the next day.
Cancerous Tumors Gone!
After another 15 days, I had the severe abdominal pains once again, and foul
smelling lumps were passed in the stool as before. Such lumps continued to be excreted for the following ten days or so, in smaller amounts. After that I began to feel much better. The cancerous tumours could not be detected on examination of the abdomen. My intake of food increased, and so did my weight. I had stopped taking the medicines prescribed by the doctors at the Tata Hospital. After about two or two and a half months, I had recovered completely. The doctor who had been treating me was struck with wonder.
“You are still alive?”
After about six months, I went to the Tata Hospital to see Dr Vyas. He was stunned on seeing me. He could not trust his eyes. He had put my file away on the shelf six months ago, when he had found that I had only 10 or 15 days to live. He looked at me incredulously, and asked, ‘You are Chitalia? You yourself! You are still alive? I laughed and said, ‘Yes, sir, I am the very same Nanubhai Chitalia, alive and kicking. I am not a ghost!’ He called for my file immediately, and examined me. He called his assistant too, and recounted to him all that had happened. He also apprised Dr Prafulla Desai, the Head of the Institution, of all the details. Dr Ashok Mehta, Dr S. R. Rao, all gathered there. They went through my records. They simply could not understand how those tumours had disappeared.
How about the Proof?
I told them about the auto-urine therapy, with all the details. But the doctors asked, ‘What is the proof that it was auto-urine therapy that has effected the cure?’ Their medical science had reservations about the efficacy of this therapy. I challenged them to place four of their patients in my charge, assuring them that I would cure them while they stayed in that very hospital. They were not legally in a position to permit me to undertake such an experiment.
Thinking of the great responsibility which would rest on their heads in case anything should happen to any of the patients, they expressed their inability to take up the challenge.
Perfect Health with Urine Therapy
Today at the age of 53 years, I am perfectly healthy, take normal food, and am holding a job. There is no trace of disease in my body. I do not take any medicines whatsoever now.
True, drinking of urine continues. I drink my own urine seven or eight times a day. I am greatly indebted to the gentleman who lent me the book ‘Manav Mootra’. (Bhoomiputra, 1 – 2 – ’84) — Nanubhai Kalidas Chitalia
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Source：An Experienced Physician (2010). Auto-Urine Therapy. Ahmedabad: Navneet Publications (India) Ltd.