I ended Wednesday’s post with the good news of how my husband and I happened to find a natural chelator — “IP-6” — to treat his hereditary hemochromatosis. This substance has helped reduce to normal levels — we believe — my husband’s blood ferritin levels and keep them there.
Your story (stories) are so familiar to me, and yet I have only just "heard" them...
The story of allopathic medicine and Big Pharma... It's a very huge example, I think, in how we've been taught to mistrust the Natural, what the Earth and our Creator has given us, mistrust our own instincts and intuition, mistrust the ways of humankind that we have used and healed with for thousands and thousands of years... And to follow "authority."
I was shocked, but not surprised, to hear my brothers telling me my mother should take statins because they'd been prescribed to her by a doctor. No other reason, no research on these pills, which are rather famous for being one of the worst drugs (and I'm lumping them all into one thing) EVER, the committee that approved them paid off, the results being a rather nightmarish snapshot of how people are abused simply for money...
Pretty sad, pretty infuriating, and pretty frightening that so many people are more afraid of questioning authority than they are taking chances doing something horrible to their own bodies.
Well, all that said, YAY for you and hubby! It's so good to hear a story with a HAPPY ending! xo xo
Amen. I had an extruding disc (sounds so gross) and PCP said to contact surgeon. I did have a bad fall before that though...and I was FAT. Like the momentum of a hippo sliding down a snowy hill. I replaced comfort food with therapeutic massage after surgery and lost 65 pounds too. About ready to send my PCP packing too. I am with you...we are fearfully and wonderfully made and I choose to age with health and grace through what I allow into my body and activity levels. Here in FL I see all kinds of "old" and I get to pick which type of aging I will embrace. Glad you and Hubs are alive and well and with it. ♥♥♥
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Similar story - crippled with back pain, yep, X-rays (was there an MRI? I can't remember now) showed all kinds of crumbly stuff in the lower spine. First recommendation was to a surgeon. Well, surgeons know how to cut, right? What else do they know? I consulted an osteopath, who referred me to prolotherapy and a type of local physiotherapy which focuses on activating micromuscles around the sacrum/sacroiliac. The surgeon's office bullied me by phone and letter, and asked me to sign a document that I was refusing the referral...(egads) I'd love to find Egoscue, but I'm in a faraway land. I'm lucky to have access to Watson methods for neck/head/jaw pain. But I also know = if my hips were better aligned, the neck would be better, too.
STL, we were thrilled to have you call in during our SWFL meet up - hope to meet you IRL sometime! Your story is all too familiar. I had some tests regarding stomach issues a few years back and before the results even hit my patient portal, I had some Hospital scheduler call me *directly* on behalf of a surgeon I didn’t even know the name of and had never met, to schedule removal of my gallbladder. I panicked at first and then I just got super ticked. I asked who gave her permission to call me when I hadn’t even gotten the results from my primary doctor? She giggled- literally giggled. I said don’t call me again. I did not need my gallbladder out, and still don’t. The only upshot of this whole Covid debacle is that my eyes have been completely opened to the wholesale fraud and malpractice of the medical industrial complex. One of my kids is getting her Master’s in acupuncture + herbal medicine and will be starting her own mobile practice with old fashioned house calls, just like my grandfather did back in the 1930s. The big pharma grift has cemented the migration to more naturopathic solutions. Thank you for sharing your journey and the “feathers” that helped you heal!🙌🏻👍🏻
“Crooked” a great book by Cathryn Jakobson Ramin “Outwitting the Back Pain Industry and Getting on the Road to Recovery” is another open and honest support for people who have back pain and considering surgery. So many times people come out of the surgery with little to no improvement.
Excellent post! Thanks for all the great stories and information. I agree with your perspective 100%. It's amazing that you were in my home state of Massachusetts, supposedly the home of the best hospitals and doctors in the states. Highly, highly overrated - and the great majority of it is not needed. I herniated L4-L5. Was told I needed surgery. Not for me. Egoscue, Dr. Stuart McGill at BackFitPro and working on core strength fixed it. Egoscue is a game-changer. My hips were WAY out of alignment. When in doubt, work on the hips! I have been going down the Bill Sardi rabbit hole - WOW - Thanks very much for that connection! His article on cancer cures is amazing. What a a dumb, completely flawed system; it's looked at by most as a business model, and that makes me want to barf. A final note - my 55 year old neighbor is going in for a hip replacement. I told him all about Egoscue over a year ago. No go. I called my Egoscue guy and told my neighbor a week ago that he can go in for a free eval - no go. All you can do is present your case; some people don't believe it. Thanks again. Peace.
Oh, I know about sciatic nerve pain. I have had that and a kidney stone and of the two I would take the kidney stone hands down.
In 1979 I was unemployed, without any health insurance and very little savings, when I found myself in the ER after having a what was then called a grand mal seizure. Now, if you have a patient come into the ER who has a family history of diabetes, don't you think you'd want to run tests to rule that out? Naa. They were convinced that I had meningitis. Meningitis, for the uninitiated, has flu-like symptoms, headache, and stiff neck, none of which I had. They wanted to do a spinal tap which in my ignorance I consented to. BIG MISTAKE. They hit the sciatic nerve and it was exactly as you described, hot boiling oil, electricity, acid, fire, all the way down my leg. They were yelling at me to hold still and I was yelling back. I said, Are you done? And they said, We haven't even started. I said, then you ARE done, because if YOU don't take that needle out right now, I WILL and you will not like where I put it. So they did, probably because they didn't want a lawsuit over consent. Meanwhile they are trying to scare the shit out of me by saying I was going to die if I did not allow this. I said tell me something I don't know, I am going to die someday anyway, and I don't see you calling in the priest (this was a Catholic hospital and I was Catholic at the time). So they decided that they were going to keep me overnight for observation. It was then that someone asked me how I was going to pay for it. I said, I don't know, I am unemployed, I have no insurance and I'm broke. Whoa, whoa, whoa. 180 degree change in attitude. One minute I am in danger of dropping dead, and the next I am out on the street! Which probably saved my life.
Now what these bozos did not tell me (along with other things they did not tell me) was that after a spinal you are supposed to lie completely still for 24 hours. I walked out of that hospital, went home with my parents, and that was the last I walked or sat up for a week. Because the resulting spinal headache was so severe that I could not lift my head up off the pillow due to pain. I could move my arms and legs so I wasn't paralyzed, I just could not sit up. My mother called the hospital. They said bring her in. I started screaming at that and said, NO! They are not going to take away what little movement I do have. Because I knew what would happen if I let myself fall into their clutches. Well eventually the spinal headache wore off and I was able to resume a normal life. A few weeks later I walked into the neurologist's office, the one who told me I was going to die, and said, Well, I haven't died yet.
As far as spinal taps go, I have told everyone, OVER MY DEAD BODY, and I absolutely mean it. I don't care what you think the diagnosis is, my answer is NO. I am no longer a meekly compliant patient; I am the one who makes the final decision regarding my personal health care.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.” -RF
Your story (stories) are so familiar to me, and yet I have only just "heard" them...
The story of allopathic medicine and Big Pharma... It's a very huge example, I think, in how we've been taught to mistrust the Natural, what the Earth and our Creator has given us, mistrust our own instincts and intuition, mistrust the ways of humankind that we have used and healed with for thousands and thousands of years... And to follow "authority."
I was shocked, but not surprised, to hear my brothers telling me my mother should take statins because they'd been prescribed to her by a doctor. No other reason, no research on these pills, which are rather famous for being one of the worst drugs (and I'm lumping them all into one thing) EVER, the committee that approved them paid off, the results being a rather nightmarish snapshot of how people are abused simply for money...
Pretty sad, pretty infuriating, and pretty frightening that so many people are more afraid of questioning authority than they are taking chances doing something horrible to their own bodies.
Well, all that said, YAY for you and hubby! It's so good to hear a story with a HAPPY ending! xo xo
Amen. I had an extruding disc (sounds so gross) and PCP said to contact surgeon. I did have a bad fall before that though...and I was FAT. Like the momentum of a hippo sliding down a snowy hill. I replaced comfort food with therapeutic massage after surgery and lost 65 pounds too. About ready to send my PCP packing too. I am with you...we are fearfully and wonderfully made and I choose to age with health and grace through what I allow into my body and activity levels. Here in FL I see all kinds of "old" and I get to pick which type of aging I will embrace. Glad you and Hubs are alive and well and with it. ♥♥♥
Similar story - crippled with back pain, yep, X-rays (was there an MRI? I can't remember now) showed all kinds of crumbly stuff in the lower spine. First recommendation was to a surgeon. Well, surgeons know how to cut, right? What else do they know? I consulted an osteopath, who referred me to prolotherapy and a type of local physiotherapy which focuses on activating micromuscles around the sacrum/sacroiliac. The surgeon's office bullied me by phone and letter, and asked me to sign a document that I was refusing the referral...(egads) I'd love to find Egoscue, but I'm in a faraway land. I'm lucky to have access to Watson methods for neck/head/jaw pain. But I also know = if my hips were better aligned, the neck would be better, too.
STL, we were thrilled to have you call in during our SWFL meet up - hope to meet you IRL sometime! Your story is all too familiar. I had some tests regarding stomach issues a few years back and before the results even hit my patient portal, I had some Hospital scheduler call me *directly* on behalf of a surgeon I didn’t even know the name of and had never met, to schedule removal of my gallbladder. I panicked at first and then I just got super ticked. I asked who gave her permission to call me when I hadn’t even gotten the results from my primary doctor? She giggled- literally giggled. I said don’t call me again. I did not need my gallbladder out, and still don’t. The only upshot of this whole Covid debacle is that my eyes have been completely opened to the wholesale fraud and malpractice of the medical industrial complex. One of my kids is getting her Master’s in acupuncture + herbal medicine and will be starting her own mobile practice with old fashioned house calls, just like my grandfather did back in the 1930s. The big pharma grift has cemented the migration to more naturopathic solutions. Thank you for sharing your journey and the “feathers” that helped you heal!🙌🏻👍🏻
“Crooked” a great book by Cathryn Jakobson Ramin “Outwitting the Back Pain Industry and Getting on the Road to Recovery” is another open and honest support for people who have back pain and considering surgery. So many times people come out of the surgery with little to no improvement.
Excellent post! Thanks for all the great stories and information. I agree with your perspective 100%. It's amazing that you were in my home state of Massachusetts, supposedly the home of the best hospitals and doctors in the states. Highly, highly overrated - and the great majority of it is not needed. I herniated L4-L5. Was told I needed surgery. Not for me. Egoscue, Dr. Stuart McGill at BackFitPro and working on core strength fixed it. Egoscue is a game-changer. My hips were WAY out of alignment. When in doubt, work on the hips! I have been going down the Bill Sardi rabbit hole - WOW - Thanks very much for that connection! His article on cancer cures is amazing. What a a dumb, completely flawed system; it's looked at by most as a business model, and that makes me want to barf. A final note - my 55 year old neighbor is going in for a hip replacement. I told him all about Egoscue over a year ago. No go. I called my Egoscue guy and told my neighbor a week ago that he can go in for a free eval - no go. All you can do is present your case; some people don't believe it. Thanks again. Peace.
Oh, I know about sciatic nerve pain. I have had that and a kidney stone and of the two I would take the kidney stone hands down.
In 1979 I was unemployed, without any health insurance and very little savings, when I found myself in the ER after having a what was then called a grand mal seizure. Now, if you have a patient come into the ER who has a family history of diabetes, don't you think you'd want to run tests to rule that out? Naa. They were convinced that I had meningitis. Meningitis, for the uninitiated, has flu-like symptoms, headache, and stiff neck, none of which I had. They wanted to do a spinal tap which in my ignorance I consented to. BIG MISTAKE. They hit the sciatic nerve and it was exactly as you described, hot boiling oil, electricity, acid, fire, all the way down my leg. They were yelling at me to hold still and I was yelling back. I said, Are you done? And they said, We haven't even started. I said, then you ARE done, because if YOU don't take that needle out right now, I WILL and you will not like where I put it. So they did, probably because they didn't want a lawsuit over consent. Meanwhile they are trying to scare the shit out of me by saying I was going to die if I did not allow this. I said tell me something I don't know, I am going to die someday anyway, and I don't see you calling in the priest (this was a Catholic hospital and I was Catholic at the time). So they decided that they were going to keep me overnight for observation. It was then that someone asked me how I was going to pay for it. I said, I don't know, I am unemployed, I have no insurance and I'm broke. Whoa, whoa, whoa. 180 degree change in attitude. One minute I am in danger of dropping dead, and the next I am out on the street! Which probably saved my life.
Now what these bozos did not tell me (along with other things they did not tell me) was that after a spinal you are supposed to lie completely still for 24 hours. I walked out of that hospital, went home with my parents, and that was the last I walked or sat up for a week. Because the resulting spinal headache was so severe that I could not lift my head up off the pillow due to pain. I could move my arms and legs so I wasn't paralyzed, I just could not sit up. My mother called the hospital. They said bring her in. I started screaming at that and said, NO! They are not going to take away what little movement I do have. Because I knew what would happen if I let myself fall into their clutches. Well eventually the spinal headache wore off and I was able to resume a normal life. A few weeks later I walked into the neurologist's office, the one who told me I was going to die, and said, Well, I haven't died yet.
As far as spinal taps go, I have told everyone, OVER MY DEAD BODY, and I absolutely mean it. I don't care what you think the diagnosis is, my answer is NO. I am no longer a meekly compliant patient; I am the one who makes the final decision regarding my personal health care.
Another good post (thanks) with some tips that we may be able to apply. I see Back Bay has an Egoscue clinic.