Since my near-death experience three years ago, I’ve been digging into the why of it. Okay—I’m old—I get it. Seventy is right around corner. I had accrued a little—and I mean a little—and I wanted to enjoy the last years of my life.
I knew constant pain, occasional lapses in breathing, progressing towards blindness, and struggling kidneys were getting in my way, so I sought to remedy all those things. It sent me down a rabbit-hole so deep the oxygen is thinning out here.
My discovery as to how toxic pharmaceutical products are for me shook me to the core. I still don’t want to believe it, but there it is. I’m muuuch better—probably as good as I’m going to get. But knowing it was the MDs I went to over the course of my life that were responsible for my near-death, broke my heart. I’ve heard so many stories…
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