When I first got sick, I had no concept of how the modern medical system would chew me up and spit me out ten years later.
It started with a general practitioner – a great guy, who referred me to a nutritionist.
The nutritionist had a big “?” thought bubble above her head looking at my blood work, before referring me to a G.I. specialist.
The G.I. specialist talked to me for under five minutes before essentially saying, “let’s probe you with a robot” (colonoscopy) before telling me about his trip to Jamaica he just booked (which occupied six minutes – one minute longer than the treatment).
After walking out (without taking his advice), I saw a host of other alternative practitioners – which became a seven year, very expensive journey to figure out what was going on.
Interestingly enough, it was Chinese medicine that first offered an explanation (and the best results I had seen so far).
And, gratefully, it was being “sick” for so long – without any answers – that gave me the fire I have today.
It makes me sick that people like me have to see 10, 15, physicians – western, eastern, and everything in between – to actually get to the bottom of what is going on.
It makes me sick that there are millions of people in my own country alone (maybe tens of millions) who aren’t getting answers from their doctors, their health care providers, or even their alternative providers.
It makes me sick that there are people far more sick than I was, literally in hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, laying in bed waiting for death to take them.
And it makes me sick that there are people who can fix them – if only they had more skill, or exposure, or both.