I'm convinced that 95% of our western society's medical issues are related to (1) excessive sugar and (2) excessive grains. Our bodies are not designed for so much sugar (in any form) and processed grains.

Paleo/Keto/low-carb diets are a game changer.

I've got a couple older family members that are "type 2 diabetics". Neither require medication because they keep themselves bone thin; extremely low body fat.

(If the FDA was really interested in our health, they would cut off the grain and corn subsidies. But, that's a different conversation.)

My psoriasis went away by using iodine. I thought I was in for cortisone shots and life time meds... bought a higher concentration of iodine after reading about it. After a week, it crusted over and looked horrifying then peeled off to reveal beautiful healed skin underneath.

Sure plenty...let's start with the fad of Covid 19 for people with underlying health issues.

I had high blood pressure, asthma, and diabetes. Took care of Covid 19 at home with a nebulizer, prednisone I had on hand, diet tonic water, sardines daily, melatonin daily, elderberry and zinc. I am no longer classified as having high blood pressure since going on the keto diet (also when Covid hit) although I do still have diabetes.

Then in 2003 I was told I had leukemia. I had leukemia as a child (1980's) and had a bone marrow transplant. Back then it was 10k to get it done. (Believe it or not that as a godly sum when they first started doing them) I was 23 and they told me my bone marrow transplant suddenly failed. I didn't believe them because I was on a very long course of steroids that was high for the better part of a year. They argued most transplant recipients are on similar courses. I was being pressured to get chemo, so much so I was required to get psycho therapy. (They thought I was suicidal) I was pregnant though and wanted to wait until the birth of my child before I took any chemotherapy. I also somewhat sensed that if I did get chemo, my bone marrow transplant would be killed off and I would be at the mercy of cancer. My theory was that my immune system was being suppressed by steroids for a long enough time the cancer came back, and what I needed was something to make it go into over drive...a cytokine storm. Those have their own problems truly, but they can help. This method, or madness depending who you asked, would either cure or kill me. I knew that.

I did research and knew that the Spanish Flu caused a cytokine storm and so started scouting out graves that said died of the Spanish Flu. My plan was to infect myself and disappear for a couple weeks in the woods to prevent transmission to anyone else. I am an excellent woodswoman and can survive with almost nothing. It was the middle of winter and I had previously done so (not pregnant) in winter. Unfortunately, the authorities were alerted to a possible "terrorist threat" and took all of the Spanish Flu graves locally and locked them in concrete. My friend was high up on the chain of command and thought my idea was insane and so "told"...There was no terrorist threat. It was a woman seeking a cure for cancer in the most curious way.

So I was left trying to catch whatever I could and hoped it would incite my immune system to rally just enough to survive. I told my hypothesis to a woman that was...how do I put this...in a position to acquire rare and unique things or have them made in a lab. She thought my hypothesis had some sound logic behind it and agreed to acquire me a virus that was NOT as deadly as the Spanish Flu, but that might do the job. I was purposely infected with the virus while heavily pregnant and with serious leukemia. I did so willingly.

Over the next 3 months I went from able to walk, to unable to stand to go to the bath room, and then so bad as to be awake just one hour a day, unable to lift my head to drink. I well and truly tasted death. My current husband was the only one there to care for me from day to day. My job fired me. My friends abandoned me. No one except that woman and my husband understood or respected my decision. It was an odd thing, to have people demand you take specific medicine when you don't feel it is the correct course of action. Even my fiancé lost all hope with me and for the most part never really spoke to me again. My fevers raged and I am certain they caused some brain damage as I not as well as I was before at handling things.

But gradually I got better. When I delivered my child in another state the attending OB wanted to talk to my previous doctor (whom I never contacted again after pushing me into psycho therapy for refusing chemo). They told him they thought I died. That I had cancer and the flu last they knew due to hospital records. He asked me about it and did a simple blood test, paid for by the previous OB, to see if I still had cancer. It was gone. Nurses cried. Doctors stood amazed. When I told them my story, they could scarcely believe it even though they had my records and the test they themselves took.

God lead me to know a virus would save me...so all glory to God. That is how a 23 year old high school drop out could know so much about the immune system and cancer...God only. God put me in touch with the right people to get the virus I needed so I would not die. No one believes me now...that was almost 2 decades ago.

High blood pressure, depression, and 'chronic fatigue.' Doctors just threw scripts at me with barely speaking to me. I stopped going once I found out in AZ that I can order my own bloodwork. I was 'too young' for XYZ according to the doctors and they would not test for things like thyroid issues.

I ordered my own bloodwork. My thyroid was practically not functioning. I also tested for thyroid antibodies. I have late stage Hashimoto's thyroiditis. If they had been willing to do the tests when I asked back in my early 20s I would have been so much better off.

The damage is too far along. My ultrasound has my thyroid looking like a sponge (I found a naturepath willing to order that for me). BUT I take dessicated thyroid, 1mg flushing niacin, 4.5mg naltrexone, vitamins A, D, K, and others as needed. All done based on bloodwork I have done regularly.

I changed my diet to get rid of inflammatory foods. My blood pressure has become normal. My depression is gone. My cholesterol is normal even though I am on a high fat diet. I have more energy than I have had in decades.

The doctors do not want to look at root causes. They only throw scripts at the symptoms.

BTW my symptoms all started shortly after some really bad reactions to 'required' vaccines when I was 17 and got a college scholarship. It was such a joy dealing with college with rheumatoid arthritis in every joint on top of the fatigue.

Looking back, I have no idea how I did it and kept my academic scholarship while taking care of a house and husband. If they had discovered the thyroid issue then, at least I wouldn't have so much damage and I could have managed the symptoms. Being told I was a hypochondriac was insane. A simple, cheap bloodtest that I asked for over and over would have pointed in the right direction.

I had very painful sciatica from a dock building accident. A physical therapist I knew gave me a magnet to wear on my belt. It stopped hurting in a half hour. I wore the magnet for two weeks and my sciatica never hurt again!

I had stomach ulcers because of some shitty medication I was prescribed - then almost bled to death because of it. I was also on a blood thinner. I was eating antacid like crazy.

I started making my own kefir and it coated my stomach which allowed it to heal. Now I rarely ever need antacids and have removed all these drugs from my life.

I used to break bones a lot. I was over a dozen breaks by the time I was 6. Doctors told me to never play contact sports because I would not be able to walk by the time I was 12. They told me I had osteoporosis.

I didn't listen to them, played all of the contact sports and broke many a bone. About 20 years ago I tried coral calcium. I started getting tired, a lot. My bones were growing and I put on about 10 lbs of bone weight (I was about 20 and never weighed more than 130 lbs). My muscles weren't used to that weight, so my muscles got bigger too and I put on 20 lbs or so. I haven't broken a bone since and now the lowest weight I can maintain is 165.

I was diagnosed with arthritis in my hand, my thumb actually, and was told I would have it for life and there is no cure.

I didn't believe that doctor at all and went on with my life. It went away about 6 months later.

I didn't actively do anything to treat it other than believe it would go away.