In
1984 I gave blood at a school blood drive. The attendant
told me they could not accept my blood, but could not
tell me why as he offered me some doughnuts. I was in
good health, played racquet ball twice a week and felt
great. I thought the guy was nuts, probably got my blood
mixed up (they were busy) and forgot all about it.
I
gave lectures about diabetes for the University and The
American Botanical Society. I lectured the usual folly
about blindness and kidney failure. About checking your
blood sugar levels and being careful as to what you eat.
My
diabetes started as a stomach problem. I did the usual
herbs to no effect. I finally went to a Medical Doctor.
They ran test after test but found nothing. This lasted
for years. I would wake up in the morning with sour stomach
and have dry heaves that lasted all day. The problem would
come and go for years.
I
went with my Doctor to a special session with the Center
for Disease Control, a satellite hook up with three Doctors.
My Doctor told the Doctors at the meeting I have a Ph.
D. In Herbology and had worked in Autopsy for 7 years
and could keep up. The final decision was I had E-Coli
13 which is always fatal in 6 months but I had been kept
alive by doing my herbs for 4 years.
I
awoke once on my kitchen floor in a pool of blood and
realized I had passed out. I went to the Emergency Room
but they never found anything wrong.
I
later had a foot injury. It did not heal after several
months. My toe started turning black. I realized my foot
was dead and had to be amputated. Doctor after Doctor
said all I needed was drugs to cure the foot. I finally
checked in the Hospital ER. I told the Doctor on call
my foot was dead and needed to be amputated. He called
a surgeon. I told the surgeon I had worked in Autopsy.
I worked on hundreds of people who had feet that looked
like mine. It has to come off. He asked what my blood
sugar was. I didn’t know
A
quick blood test showed 361. I was stunned, after years
and years of decreasing health, I finally knew. I am a
diabetic. Why had no one checked? Why did the attendant
back in 1984 not tell me my Blood Sugar was high? Why?
The
reason for my stomach problems was a dying pancreas. 60%
of all digestion starts in the pancreas.
After
amputation the hospital put me on 130 units of insulin
every day. They told me to take the 12 hour Insulin every
morning and night. Like a fool I did that. They told me
to do 3 blood test every day and if I was over 150 to
do one unit for each degree I was over.
The
dry heaves came back with a vengeance. I would go for
days without eating. My health was horrible. I had lost
54 pounds, my hair turned white. My teeth were rotten.
I was allergic to the 12 hour insulin.
I
was studying and trying to learn how to handle this disease.
One night I was watching “Dlife” on MSNBC.
There was a panel of 6 Doctors, three on each side. One
side argued to do insulin, eat low carbs and remain active.
The other side said to do a healthy diet and remain active.
I suddenly realised The Doctors don’t know. They
don’t know. They are arguing different diets, different
forms of activity, but all said to do insulin.
There
has to be an answer. |
