At the age of fifty five, attending a party held at a friend's Seattle home, I felt suddenly dizzy, collapsed to the floor and had to be rushed to hospital in an ambulance, breathing oxygen.
I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and placed on drug treatment.
As a heart surgeon this was a great shock to me as I lived what I felt was a healthy lifestyle, although I had previously been diagnosed with hypertension and was taking channel blockers and a diuretic for that, I ate well, or so I thought, and worked out regularly at my local health club.
I was completely devastated.
And as time went by, the side effects of the cocktail of drugs I now ingested daily, left me tired, nauseous and filled with terrible malaise.
I had accepted my hypertension, putting it down to my advancing years.
I saw it as part and parcel of increasing age along with the natural hardening of arteries and a normal event in the aging process and had resigned myself to take the hypertensive drugs that brought my blood pressure down.
But now, with these additional drugs I was forced to take and the awful side effects they had, I sought a way out.
I wanted a cure for my diabetes and I was prepared to do anything to find it.
It was at this time, talking to my physician, that I discovered that medical science, the very science I had studied and built my career upon, offers no cure for Type 2 Diabetes, or for almost all other ailments for that matter.
"Cure" was a word seemingly banished from the medical lexicon: they only offered "treatment," or "treating the symptoms" as it was put.
All this had passed me by as I pressed on with my career as I had never been sick before.
And now I was sick, very sick.
And in my case I would be taking drugs to treat my condition and enduring the side effects until the day I died.
That was wholly unacceptable to me.
I had to find a cure somehow, somewhere.
Eventually I did.
And when I did I was pleasantly surprised to find it simple and inexpensive.
While lying in my hospital bed, I was visited by a doctor friend who had a companion with him.
The stranger introduced himself stating he was a naturopath.
Immediately I was wary; I had been trained to regard such people as quacks and their methods as unsound as their remedies were useless.
But he was friendly and pleasant and surprised me by asking about my lifestyle and specifically my diet, my drinking habits.
Not one of my doctors had done this.
But as I found him to be intelligent and perceptive I disclosed the information about my diet and life habits.
Before leaving my bedside, he left me a book on natural approaches to healing.
Given my orthodox training, I was naturally skeptical.
Normally I would have tossed the book aside, but my desperation for a cure overcame this and I ventured to read it.
I read that small book cover to cover and then went back to re-read the chapters that were more specific to my case.
It was fascinating stuff and it changed my life around.
I left the hospital completely disillusioned with orthodox medicine.
At home recuperating, I went soul searching and took a deeper look into my lifestyle and diet.
I had, I realized been abusing myself.
I was considerably overweight.
I had taken to snatching quick meals and snacks taken on the fly: burgers and fries and pizzas on top of my wife's wonderful home cooking.
I also drank too much, albeit expensive fine wines and the finest malt Scotch whiskies no less, but critical health wise.
Determined to get well, I quit all that.
I contacted my new found friend, the naturopath.
We met in a small town south of Seattle and he took me for a long hike in the Cascade Mountains and offered me his help.
I accepted And with his help on top of my own research, I defeated diabetes in less than four months, 112 days to be precise, stunning my physician in the process.
Shortly after, I celebrated my new found health by climbing Mt.
Rainier, the 14,000 ft mountain, south of Seattle.
I had sought and found the path back to health.
But it was, as you will discover if you read my book, a long, hard road.
I am now close to seventy years, in excellent health, physically active and looking forward to many more enjoyable years.
I now study and practice natural medicine.
My diabetes is history, long gone, and my blood pressure better than most my age, averaging 125 - 75.
I eat selectively, but well.
I awake early and face the dawn feeling great.
I do good exercise.
I also enjoy wine and even malt whisky, but in sensible moderation.
But I am lucky.
I discovered the way out, the "39 Steps" as a friend, a John Buchan, fan put it, lightly.
Most diabetics however, do not and they die miserable deaths before their time.
But it's a very sobering thought for me to reflect that had I followed my physician's direction and taken the orthodox path, I too would have lived a short, unpleasant existence and been already long in my grave.
At this point I wish to thank all those who helped me in my research and in my quest for the truth regarding the appalling expansion of diabetes, the rise of the very lucrative Diabetes Business, a conglomerate that includes the medical profession, the pharmaceutical giants, the FDA and government and its relevant agencies, plus the ruined health of millions that their corruption has left in its wake.
Most importantly I wish to thank Thomas Smith for the wonderful insights his work on diabetes has given to me and others, especially his work on cooking oils and fats.
I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and placed on drug treatment.
As a heart surgeon this was a great shock to me as I lived what I felt was a healthy lifestyle, although I had previously been diagnosed with hypertension and was taking channel blockers and a diuretic for that, I ate well, or so I thought, and worked out regularly at my local health club.
I was completely devastated.
And as time went by, the side effects of the cocktail of drugs I now ingested daily, left me tired, nauseous and filled with terrible malaise.
I had accepted my hypertension, putting it down to my advancing years.
I saw it as part and parcel of increasing age along with the natural hardening of arteries and a normal event in the aging process and had resigned myself to take the hypertensive drugs that brought my blood pressure down.
But now, with these additional drugs I was forced to take and the awful side effects they had, I sought a way out.
I wanted a cure for my diabetes and I was prepared to do anything to find it.
It was at this time, talking to my physician, that I discovered that medical science, the very science I had studied and built my career upon, offers no cure for Type 2 Diabetes, or for almost all other ailments for that matter.
"Cure" was a word seemingly banished from the medical lexicon: they only offered "treatment," or "treating the symptoms" as it was put.
All this had passed me by as I pressed on with my career as I had never been sick before.
And now I was sick, very sick.
And in my case I would be taking drugs to treat my condition and enduring the side effects until the day I died.
That was wholly unacceptable to me.
I had to find a cure somehow, somewhere.
Eventually I did.
And when I did I was pleasantly surprised to find it simple and inexpensive.
While lying in my hospital bed, I was visited by a doctor friend who had a companion with him.
The stranger introduced himself stating he was a naturopath.
Immediately I was wary; I had been trained to regard such people as quacks and their methods as unsound as their remedies were useless.
But he was friendly and pleasant and surprised me by asking about my lifestyle and specifically my diet, my drinking habits.
Not one of my doctors had done this.
But as I found him to be intelligent and perceptive I disclosed the information about my diet and life habits.
Before leaving my bedside, he left me a book on natural approaches to healing.
Given my orthodox training, I was naturally skeptical.
Normally I would have tossed the book aside, but my desperation for a cure overcame this and I ventured to read it.
I read that small book cover to cover and then went back to re-read the chapters that were more specific to my case.
It was fascinating stuff and it changed my life around.
I left the hospital completely disillusioned with orthodox medicine.
At home recuperating, I went soul searching and took a deeper look into my lifestyle and diet.
I had, I realized been abusing myself.
I was considerably overweight.
I had taken to snatching quick meals and snacks taken on the fly: burgers and fries and pizzas on top of my wife's wonderful home cooking.
I also drank too much, albeit expensive fine wines and the finest malt Scotch whiskies no less, but critical health wise.
Determined to get well, I quit all that.
I contacted my new found friend, the naturopath.
We met in a small town south of Seattle and he took me for a long hike in the Cascade Mountains and offered me his help.
I accepted And with his help on top of my own research, I defeated diabetes in less than four months, 112 days to be precise, stunning my physician in the process.
Shortly after, I celebrated my new found health by climbing Mt.
Rainier, the 14,000 ft mountain, south of Seattle.
I had sought and found the path back to health.
But it was, as you will discover if you read my book, a long, hard road.
I am now close to seventy years, in excellent health, physically active and looking forward to many more enjoyable years.
I now study and practice natural medicine.
My diabetes is history, long gone, and my blood pressure better than most my age, averaging 125 - 75.
I eat selectively, but well.
I awake early and face the dawn feeling great.
I do good exercise.
I also enjoy wine and even malt whisky, but in sensible moderation.
But I am lucky.
I discovered the way out, the "39 Steps" as a friend, a John Buchan, fan put it, lightly.
Most diabetics however, do not and they die miserable deaths before their time.
But it's a very sobering thought for me to reflect that had I followed my physician's direction and taken the orthodox path, I too would have lived a short, unpleasant existence and been already long in my grave.
At this point I wish to thank all those who helped me in my research and in my quest for the truth regarding the appalling expansion of diabetes, the rise of the very lucrative Diabetes Business, a conglomerate that includes the medical profession, the pharmaceutical giants, the FDA and government and its relevant agencies, plus the ruined health of millions that their corruption has left in its wake.
Most importantly I wish to thank Thomas Smith for the wonderful insights his work on diabetes has given to me and others, especially his work on cooking oils and fats.