Profile of a Super Volunteer Activist
                       Betty Martini
              by H. J. Roberts, MD, FACP, FCCP
          Townsend Letter for Doctors and Patients
                 May 1996, pp. 106-109

   I presumed to have known the nature of consumer "activists"
   from encounters with several remarkable persons of this
   genre. They had contacted me during previous decades for
   information and advice after involving themselves in
   various "causes." The latter included concern about
   exposure to pesticides, fluoride and other noxious
   chemicals, illnesses attributed to the use of products
   containing aspartame (NutraSweet(r)) and monosodium
   glutamate (MSG), the medical and immunologic complications
   of vasectomy, the ravages of hypoglycemia (low blood sugar
   attacks), and the need for more rational approaches to the
   prevention of multiple sclerosis, Alzheimer's disease and
   traffic accidents.

   But Betty Martini of Atlanta proved the ultimate prototype
   for such involvement.


   A Roberts' Angel
   ----------------

   Betty first surfaced - or more accurately, bubbled up -
   during 1994 when she joined the ranks of "Roberts' Angels."
   This term, a takeoff on the television series Charlie's
   Angels, was concocted without my knowledge by two "Angels"
   in Dallas and Chicago who attempted to warn the public
   about the potential hazards of products containing the
   chemical sweetener aspartame. This tribute reminded me of
   the line in Hamlet: "A ministering angel shall my sister
   be."

   Betty initially confined her activities to assembling
   "kits" of literature detailing the hazards of aspartame.
   These contained copies of more than a dozen articles and
   letters published in various journals and periodicals, and
   my position statements dealing with the potential
   complications of aspartame products in persons with
   diabetes and hypoglycemia, pregnant women and young
   children.

   Betty also produced flyers on the subject, and personally
   distributed thousands of them to any-and all interested
   persons. Concomitantly, she managed to get April declared
   as "AntiAspartame Month" in Georgia.

   I found it difficult to judge the motives for these
   multilateral activities by a unique personality who drew a
   martini glass with bubbles alongside her signature.
   Moreover, Betty's engaging next-door-neighbor behavior,
   coupled with a delightful Southern accent, captivated
   members of the media to a degree I had never observed.

   I finally concluded that Betty's determined efforts were
   totally altruistic and constructive...rather than
   reflecting an ego-boosting search for fame or the promotion
   of some product. She seemed to embody President Clinton's
   remark about the great need for a love standard rather than
   a gold standard. As a physician-researcher who had not
   received a cent for my studies, I was sensitized to these
   matters.

   In the process, I also became intrigued with this Atlanta
   native who had evolved into such a formidable
   self-propelled whistle-blower. Indeed, someone had given
   her the "thorn in the side" award of the tongue-in-cheek
   National Association of Goodness (NAG).


   First Encounter
   ---------------

   I first met Betty in Hollywood, Florida. She was preparing
   to fly there, at her own expense, in order to visit the
   "FDA Holocaust Museum," and asked me to meet her there. I
   had no idea what this enterprise was about.


   The facility proved to be a converted store that displayed
   dozens of healthrelated features, photos and exhibits. All
   underscored dubious decisions made by the FDA that the
   museum's founders regarded as improper...and on occasion,
   schizoid. On the one hand, this agency permitted the use of
   toxic and carcinogenic products for human consumption -
   most notably aspartame and MSG. By contrast, it had shut
   down firms and physician-clinics because they advocated the
   use of herbs, vitamins and other relatively innocuous
   supplements. The FDA also arbitrarily refused to approve
   Stevia, a natural sweetener long consumed throughout the
   world by diabetics and persons with hypoglycemia.

   Betty acknowledged that many considerations influenced FDA
   policy in these matters, some of which escaped her as a lay
   person. But she had seen enough to be convinced that
   consumers needed lots more corporate-neutral input and help.

   I had no inkling about the enormous energy and wide scope
   of this short blond dynamo until she went into high gear in

   two realms. One was involvement with aspartame, described
   below. The other concerned the injection of synthetic
   growth hormone into cows for the purpose of increasing the
   supply of milk, even though no shortage existed. This
   product was made by the Monsanto Chemical Company...by
   coincidence the corporate parent of The NutraSweet Company.

   Betty was shocked by the ramifications of recombinant
   bovine growth hormone based on an enormous amount of
   information she had already gathered. One aspect pertained
   to the increase of insulin-like growth factor, which might
   be carcinogenic. She proceeded to enlist concerned persons
   all over the globe in this venture of righteous indignation.


   Atlanta Encounter #1
   --------------------

   I was to receive an honorary fellowship from the American
   College of Physicians in Atlanta during March 1995. When
   Betty and Don learned of this forthcoming visit, they
   suggested that I meet some of their friends involved in
   "Mission Possible"...more intriguing bait.

   This sojourn reinforced the impression of a remarkable
   woman. Some hallmarks included:

   * A great cook

   * A devoted wife and mother

   * A conscientious Bible teacher (2-3 times weekly)

   * A lover of cats (especially Arbuckle)

   * A one-of-a-kind advisor to neighbors and friends

   * An eager student of cancer and cancer therapy resulting
     from her personal battle with breast cancer - a fact
     heretofore unknown to me

     I delved into Betty's previous activist background as
     subtly as possible.

   * She had run for Mayor of Atlanta in 1973 against Maynard
     Jackson!

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   * She had established "Physicians on Call," a program that
     provided quality emergency medical services on a 24 hour
     basis. Jimmy Carter, then Governor of Georgia, wrote her:
     "I'm proud of what you're doing."

   * She had attempted to establish a state-of-the-art
     hospital for trauma in Atlanta. Unfortunately, Betty
     encountered stiff resistance from the medical community.

   * She had single-handedly exposed fraud in Georgia's
     insurance industry. Betty placed a 10-foot-high and
     50 foot-wide billboard near the State Capital that cost
     $3,500 a month. It contained her lament about the huge
     increase in health insurance rates, including her own.
     The billboard stated: "Prudential Goosed My Rates 836%...
     and gave me Pestilential Prudentialitis. It's
     PRUDICULOUS." The message was signed, "MARTINI ON THE
     ROCK, INC." - an obvious swipe at the company's trade
     mark, the Rock of Gibraltar. These efforts culminated in
     sweeping reforms of the State's insurance laws.

   Betty indulged in highly effective humorous tactics during
   her battle against Prudential. They would be utilized in
   subsequent campaigns against aspartame and bovine growth
   hormone. She devised a consumer-protest scum remover that
   carried the label: "Prudiculous Scum Remover: Combats
   Premium Schemiums, Kitus Blarneyitis and Pestilential
   Prudentialitis." The latter referred to "a deadly plague
   spread by an infection agent...the only cure is
   cancellation."

   Betty also wrote a ditty called The Hard Rock Blues. It
   concluded: "Now my warning, sad but true, Don't let the
   rock get a piece of you."



   Meeting the Medical Establishment
   ---------------------------------

   Betty insisted upon accompanying me to sessions of the
   annual meeting of the American College of Physicians held
   at the Georgia World Congress Center. I balked at first.
   But there was no question about her intent: to learn. She
   listened attentively at every lecture, making extensive and
   highly perceptive notes. Without fear or embarrassment,
   Betty cornered many physicians including professorial
   lecturers - about various topics, and usually ended up
   explaining the hazards of aspartame products. Most
   expressed gratitude for orienting them to Aspartame
   Disease, about which the majority heretofore had been
   unaware.

   Betty also witnessed first hand the "arrogance of
   ignorance," a source of professional dismay to me. It was
   embodied in the reflexive behavior of doctors who regarded
   her comments as "nonsense."

   Betty was overwhelmed by the bias of presumed authorities
   on topics such as reactive hypoglycemia and the chronic
   fatigue syndrome. One incident left a profound impression:

   A physician attending a session on diabetes objected to
   having "activists" in the audience. This included me even
   though I had not uttered a word! Betty previously asked if
   anyone had encountered the aggravation of diabetes and its
   complications by aspartame.

   This doctor's obnoxious denial reminded me of a joking
   comment uttered two days previously by one of Betty's M.P.
   friends: "Denial is not a river in Egypt.


   More on Activism
   ----------------

   Betty willingly paid a high price for her ambitious
   activities as an unsalaried activist and Roberts' Angel.
   They often consumed 18 hours of her days...and nights. With
   reserved approval of Don, her talented husband/chemist/
   minister, she transformed several areas in her lovely home
   into "war rooms" for publishing, stocking and distributing
   anti-aspartame and anti-bovine growth hormone literature on
   a vast scale. Betty's skits" had now evolved into
   Packages." Betty and several friends banded themselves into
   a new organization: Mission Possible or M.P. These "true
   believers then reached the four corners of the earth
   through their own networks, and by personally distributing
   flyers to flight attendants and pilots on planes.


   Chutzpah in Atlanta
   -------------------

   Atlanta houses the headquarters of the Coca-Cola Company.
   Any effort to boycott Diet Coked, a major product, posed a
   formidable undertaking that few would ever attempt...or
   risk. Indeed, doing so in Atlanta could probably intimidate
   99% of its inhabitants.

   But not the crusading Betty Martini! Members of M.P. staged
   their version of the Boston Tea Party in Atlanta by dumping
   Diet Coke and other aspartame sodas in front of a large
   health food store before the media. Hearing about these
   tactics in her home town, I recalled the famous line by
   John Milton in Lycidas: "Look homeward Angel now."

   On another occasion, Betty and other outraged members of
   Mission Possible protested the widespread use of aspartame
   products by diabetics. They appeared at the Diabetes
   Association walk-a-thon, distributed flyers warning of the
   potential adverse effects of aspartame to an estimated
   1,000 diabetics and their families. They also dedicated the
   day - July 4th - to the late Joyce Wilson, a diabetic
   aspartame reactor with severe retinal complications. The
   group handed out press packs with black lace and sympathy
   cards garnished with a long-stemmed yellow rose.

   These engagements were only a prelude to the Olympic games
   scheduled in Atlanta the next year. Betty had already
   passed the anti-aspartame torch to other Roberts' Angels in
   the hope of achieving the goal of M.P. She described the
   group in these terms: "We are a volunteer force, and pay
   our own expenses. We have nothing to sell, but we are
   giving away the truth. We ask that you pass the torch."

   These events reminded me of a story told about Mary Harris,
   the "Mother Jones" of Mother Jones Magazine, when she
   approached her 100th birthday. Introduced as a "great
   humanitarian" at a college convocation, Harris exclaimed:
   "I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell raiser!"


   Ventures in Cancer Treatment
   ----------------------------

   I am not only certified and recertified by the American
   Board of Internal Medicine, but also the author of nine
   books. My first text on medical diagnosis was used by
   60,000 doctors, especially to prepare for their Board
   examinations.

   This preamble is intended to indicate that I have been
   around medicine long enough to realize that most purported
   "cures" for cancer have been discredited, particularly when
   suggested by nonphysicians who lack credentials.

   During my first visit with the Martinis and their friends,
   the subject of Betty's "cancer tea" arose. It surfaced when
   Don fetched several plastic bags containing different
   powders for one of the guests present. When I inquired
   about their nature, Betty indicated that they were used to
   make two preparations - Lydia's #55 and Lydia's #99 - which
   were supplied free. I purposefully kept quiet.

   Having come to realize that Betty is one smart cookie,
   however, I felt it necessary to maintain an open mind over
   a topic that would evoke insulting belly laughs from most
   oncologists. In addition to her own case of breast cancer,
   Betty stated that other individuals with malignancy of
   various types had remained in remission for many months or
   longer after using these preparations .. .often to the


   amazement of their treating physicians.

   I sought more details. Betty thereupon handed me the exact
   instructions. The ingredients in #55 were powered rhubarb,
   spikenard, black snakeroot and lady slipper. The
   formulation for #99 included black cohosh roots, spikenard
   roots, wild cherry bark, mullein leaf, lady slipper powder,
   tincture of iron, quinine sulfate and oil of wintergreen.

   The background of these formulas devised by Native American
   medicine men, and how Betty found them, proved fascinating
   stories in themselves.

   Over the ensuing months, the number of apparent dramatic
   remissions in Betty's "series" escalated. When I returned
   to Atlanta, these "patients" included several persons with
   cancer of the breast, two with melanoma, two with
   non-Hodgkins lymphoma (including a local TV personality),
   and individual instances of advanced colon cancer, chronic
   myelocytic leukemia, prostate cancer and uterine cancer.

   As noted, my reaction to such "treatment" ordinarily would
   have been one of immediate rejection. I vividly recall the
   professional and emotional beatings of renowned physicians
   who had advocated discredited cancer therapies. In point of
   fact, oncologists and the American Cancer Society delight
   in this form of vilification of purported cures. They make
   one message very clear: every suggested nostrum for cancer
   has to go through the conventional channels of evaluation,
   including controlled double blind studies. Otherwise, bow
   out, or go to Mexico or one of the Caribbean islands, or
   face censure."

   Having previously worked with hematologists and oncologists
   for a number of years, Betty was aware of such prejudice.
   But now in an apparent total remission 3-1/2 years after
   beginning these formulas, after refusing surgery (because
   of the apparent dissemination of breast cancer in her
   mother postoperatively), this gutsy pioneering spirit was
   not about to be put off solely by "the party line." In her
   inimitable way, Betty told the joke about a sheriff who
   denied-the request of a man about to be hanged for a last
   cigarette: "It's bad for your health."


   On The Internet
   ---------------

   Starting from scratch, literally, Betty's rapid mastery of
   e-mail (bettym19@mindspring.com) and the Internet proved awesome. She
   handled an average of 4050 messages every day! I personally
   viewed this effort, which Betty pursued until the wee hours
   of the morning. The magnitude of such a deluge for
   information required "compression" when 4.5 megs were
   exceeded.

   The combined involvement of Betty, Mark, Elaine and other
   Roberts' Angels on the Internet began having an impact as
   more concerned persons, including physicians, warned
   patients to avoid aspartame products. The group focused on
   aspartame guzzlers with headaches and those diagnosed as
   having multiple sclerosis.

   While pilots found Betty's information disturbing, they
   usually maintained an open mind in the event it was
   accurate. Indicating that he planned to get a "second
   opinion," one pilot added: "If their findings are in
   agreement with yours, I'11 help Mission Possible out as much
   as possible. I too have suffered a loss of visual acuity,
   and some depression in recent years, with no thoughts of
   aspartame as the culprit. I'm going to go off the stuff
   immediately as well, and see if I can see or feel better.
   Regardless of the outcome, thanks for putting the effort
   into spreading the word about something you think is
   dangerous."

   Betty relayed many spontaneous comments on the Internet to
   me. These are representative.

   * "Hey Hey Hey...Sorry to barge in here. I just gotta. I'm
     a sporadic browser of this group. My friends think I'm
     whacked when I tell them that aspartame makes me feel
     dizzy, out of breath, nauseated, clammy, and that it makes
     my heart race."

   * "I know this is only anecdotal, but my sister, age 32,
     with no neurological symptoms her whole life, had two
     grand mal seizures in the space of a few days. This was
     after a summer drinking large quantities of Crystal
     Light(r), a lemonade mix sweetened with NutraSweet. No
     antecedents or siblings have ever had such symptoms."

   * "Thanks for the info on NutraSweet. I have a girlfriend
     who drinks six sodas in less than 20 minutes. She has a
     lot of insulin reactions and goes into coma very often."

   Every Doubting Thomas on the Internet became a personal
   challenge for feisty Betty, especially when his or her
   sarcasm was signed by some intriguing pen name (e.g.,
   "Uncle Wolf"). She regarded them as potential converts,
   knowing that religious converts often become the most
   effective zealots. But Betty deliberately sprinkled humor
   among the large amount of factual material sent...and
   received some back. One "convert" wrote:

   "I previously suspected that you were incapable of
   accepting anything that countered the FDA-approved,
   corporate oriented, party line. you have at last convinced
   me, and I suspect many others, of it. one couldn't refute
   the FDA dogma if God herself came down and told you that it
   was wrong...I failed to see the necessity of performing
   double-blind studies, at great expense to the taxpayers,
   when in case after case after case, aspartame is proven to
   be the culprit by simply removing it from a sick person's
   diet - everything else remaining the same. Of course, such
   methodology doesn't put the moola into the coffers of some
   $$$-addicted research facility

   Another viewer on the Internet provided his "$0.02" (two
   cents) in these terms: "I want someone to prove it's safe,
   not prove it's harmful. What I've read here the last couple
   weeks has been enough to convince me to stop ingesting
   aspartame. I returned every last can of diet soda to the
   grocery store this past weekend, and I've stopped putting
   Equal(r) in my coffee, cereal, etc. I've had enough
   headaches, dizzy spells, etc., and the doctors don't know
   why."

   Betty's disciples, however, were less forgiving about
   persons with an obvious axe to grind on the Internet. One
   commented on such a "regular PITA" (pain in the ass):

   "If I had a kill file, that's where he'd be. His level of
   misinformation is atrocious, but apparently little can be
   done about him. He has infiltrated every group I read
   regularly to a point where I seldom post any more because
   he has an opinion about everything, and speaks on it loudly
   and often. I suggest you ignore him and get on with talking
   to the people who listen."

   But there were limits even to Betty's patience. She
   responded to one character: "So I say, go ahead and drink
   all the diet cola you want, and don't worry about silly
   things like your health. Some things are worse, like an
   arrogant attitude."

   When an impasse was reached, Betty resorted to her unique
   brand of poetry. "Rockhead" received this opus (slightly
   modified) titled, "Educated Fool."

   I love my chemo poison
   I'm a modern guy, you know,
   Every day consuming "foods"
   Like the ads all tell me to.

   I argue, fight and persevere
   Defending toxins others fear...
   No matter that you've spent 2 years
   Researching, hearing others' tears.

   I know so much with my degree
   No evidence will alter me!
   I did my thinking back in school,
   But since haven't used a mental tool.

   Your new ideas just hurt my pride
   And so your evidence I deride.
   I've got to struggle hard, you see
   To keep someone from teaching me!

   So here's a non-diet toast to the unsinkable Betty Martini
   of Atlanta, whose valiant efforts have benefited the health
   of many!


   H. J. Roberts, MD, FACP, FCCP
   300 - 27th Street
   West Palm Beach, Florida 33407 USA