This blog post reflects my journey and should in no wise be considered medical advice.
Growing up I was taught to trust doctors almost without question. I remember the days when our family physician would come to our home with his little black bag to care for us when we were ill. In most cases pills played a small role in their practice. Yes, they would prescribe antibiotics for infection, but I remember most of the time they would recommend home remedies and lots of fluids and rest.
This implicit trust carried over as medicine began to change. When I was ill they would write a prescription for whatever ailed me. Almost exclusively treatment was chemical, home remedies were scoffed at and almost universally discouraged. The days of non-pharmaceutical treatment were over for good.
As medicine changed HMO’s came into being. There was an assembly line feel to visiting the doctor. The visits became shorter and shorter, doctors seemed perturbed if you expected answers to your questions. The wait times became longer with no concern for the time needs of their patients. They came and went quickly to accommodate as many patients in a day as they could treat. Medicine was becoming a business based on numbers and the days of caring patient healthcare was slowly disappearing.
Soon treatment became an exercise in statistics. The days of evaluating the individual needs of the patient became a one size fits all approach. Cookie cutter treatment plans became the model no matter the diverse backgrounds or actual needs of the person being treated.
Even though all these negative changes had taken place I still held doctors and medicine in high regard. Advancements in technology and pharmacology still spoke to the efficacy of modern medicine.
Early in 2000 I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. When I saw an Endocrinologist at a highly rated and recommended practice I was astounded at the arrogance and disdain the doctor had for me. She chided me about my weight and made certain I understood I was solely to blame for my diagnosis. Now there is a certain amount of truth in her diatribe, I ate the wrong foods and had done so for years.
But, hold on a minute, I had been trying to follow the dietary guidelines given to me by my PCP. I was emphatically told to eat more grains, vegetable oils, fruits and vegetables and stop eating red meat. All this I dutifully did. I ate so much grilled chicken breasts that over time I had to gag them down. I threw out the butter and replaced it with margarine. I only had beef on rare occasions, eggs where off the menu for years. I did everything my doctor admonished me to do and the end result was that I gained weight until I had reached 315 pounds. Yes, I was asked to play Santa an awful lot.
In addition to the dietary guidelines I exercised four times a week. This included cardio and weights. I went on a 1200 calorie a day diet. I lost weight, but quickly gained it back once I resumed eating according to the dietary guidelines again. Nothing my doctor told me worked. Yet they continued to harangue me about my weight. Lose weight and the diabetes will be helped.
For nearly 10 years my condition grew worse. Desparate I went on an 800 calorie a day diet for 1 year. In that time I lost over 100 pounds and ended at 190. While on this extremely restrictive diet my A1c was normal. I went off all my medications and stopped insulin. Once finished with starving myself I followed the Mediterranean diet recommended by my doctor. Within 6 months I was back up to nearly 300 pounds. I again was diabetic and would soon be back on insulin.
In 2018 I was, by chance, introduced to the Ketogenic Diet when I saw a video by Dr. Ken Berry in which he made the claim that Type 2 diabetes could be reversed. A claim that my doctor said was nonsense when I asked him about it. He then proceeded to admonish me of the dangers of such a course of eating, stating that it was unsustainable and dangerous. All this was based on the faulty data (in my humble opinion) from the American Diabetic Associated at that time.
I did, however, reverse my Type 2 diabetes within 6 months. I no longer needed my medicine and went from 150 units of insulin a day to 0 units. My diabetes was gone. Despite my success my doctor fought me every inch of the way. That is not where the story ends I also lost over 100 pounds, again, but kept it off because of the health benefits of keto.
After 2 years of remission it was discovered that my pancreas was slowly losing the function of beta cells. These cells make insulin in the body. I had developed an auto immune disease that was slowly destroying my ability to maintain normal blood sugars. Diagnosed with LADA (Latent Autoimmune Diabetes in Adults) I am completely insulin dependent. Essentially I am now a type 1 diabetic.
However, the good news is the Ketogenic Diet has helped me to successfully maintain normal A1c’s and use minimal insulin. Though my doctor is still not happy with my eating choices, he can no longer claim it is unhealthy or unsustainable. Though his opinion no longer matters to me. I see him only to renew my insulin and get blood work for my benefit and not his.
This one diagnostic failure isn’t the only reason I no longer longer trust my doctor. Enter Covid. My doctor’s office still demands that I wear a silly mask. Even now when I visit the office all the staff, doctor included are wearing masks and face shields. These people of science are still living in the ignorance of Fauci and the CDC. They regularly try to push the ineffective, sometimes harmful vaccines. Medicine has sold itself to the political narrative.
Another disappointing aspect to this tale is the questionnaire I am handed every time I enter the practice for a checkup. The form wants me to check a box to affirm my gender. Am I trans-male, trans-female, nonbinary, or whatever other fanciful description created by comical cultural insanity. It is concerning to me that health professionals are encouraging an obvious biologically impossible category. There are only 2 genders, or sexes if you prefer, that is male and female. Anything else is made up silliness that ought to be laughed at and not taken seriously.
There are many other things that could be added to this blog and I’m certain medicine will continue to disappoint. I have learned one thing during the madness of the time. I, and I only, am responsible for my health and that nutrition is the beginning of good treatment. I have long given up on sharing my eating lifestyle with health professionals, they are stuck in a paradigm that demands conformity. As with all of us, it is easier to go along than to pushback against cultic group think.
I cannot help but be affected by the truth that the abuses perpetrated against the whole nation, and the world, was recommended by those whose profession is supposed to protect our health. The lockdowns, mask mandates, school closings, closed churches, shuttered businesses, and the lonely deaths of the elderly were all the product of health professionals. I for one will never see a doctor in the light of the past. Their oath to “do no harm” was jettisoned in a manufactured panic. The reasoning for such action is not really clear, but what is clear is my doctor and yours are not healers they are legal drug dealers, that should make all of us uneasy.