Yesterday I talked about my health journey and how I am learning about the lies of the health industry.
Some of the diagnoses didn’t surprise me. I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s 18 years ago. No one told me how bad it really was. I was handed pills that made me feel like crawling out of my skin and back then, you couldn’t research like you can now.
I know it sounds careless, but Hashimoto’s sounded like a Japanese condition I didn’t understand — and I dismissed it. Now I know better. It’s likely hereditary, and I see the symptoms clear as day in the mirror of my own bloodline.
Diabetes, also not shocking. I was diagnosed about eight years ago and put on Metformin, which I hated. When I was hospitalized for sepsis, they gave me insulin — and my body reacted horribly. Eventually I learned I could manage it through intermittent fasting. And I did. What no one tells you is that you can have diabetes completely under control, but if you catch something else — even just a cold or the flu —it runs rampant.
I knew something was off. My energy crashed. I was constantly hungry.
No food felt grounding.
Kidney dysfunction, my body had been warning me. The aches, the ammonia smell the facial swelling. I was told:“You’re just dehydrated,” “It’s anxiety” and the best lie of all “It’s normal for your age.”
Fatty liver? I don’t drink so I have the Non-alcoholic variety. Hidden and silent, this one did surprise me. I had no idea.
Then there was the new flu strain — the one that hit while I was already on the floor.
I tested twice for flu and COVID — both negative. My body told a different story, because the new strain does not show up on tests unless it is specifically for the strain.
One by one, the diagnoses came in like medical confetti — scattered papers with impressive names, none of which explained why I was falling apart.
Each one was an answer. Each one still felt like a lie. No one was asking the real questions: What if these aren’t separate problems? What if they’re all being caused by the same hidden thing?
Since I was in bed I had a lot of time to research and I learned not from a doctor, not from a textbook. From the quiet space where truth waits when no one’s looking. Through whispers. Through reading. Through memory. Through a thread I’d followed long before I ever got sick.
There is a parasite no doctor ever tells you about: Eurytrema pancreaticum. A fluke parasite that lodges itself in the pancreas — and begins to sabotage everything.
Why don’t they talk about it?
Because diabetes kills 6 million people a year. In 2022, $60 billion was made on diabetic medication. That number is projected to hit $120 billion by 2032.
This is a price war and the cost is lives. The rising diabetes rates are through the roof. The cost of drug prices, especially for insulin and GLP-1s keeps people in debt, while robbing them of their lives. Massive markups over production costs creates an industry built on treatment, not healing
Ozempic alone made $18 billion and none of these medications actually fix it, because they don’t address the cause. They manage the collapse.
Now, products are popping up claiming to eliminate this parasite. They’re saying it’s the missing link. The hidden truth. The thing that’s been feeding on our bodies while the system feeds off our desperation. But are these cures real? Or is this just another lie? A crueler one — the kind that gives hope only to snatch it away again?
Tomorrow taking my treatment into my own hands