I do not like to take care of my friends medically. But when they are headed toward health disaster, I simply cannot just sit by. I learned this the hard way through my friend Jim Foster, who was like a father to me. When he began to have heart troubles, I gently offered my help. He turned me down for a renowned cardiologist in a world-famous heart clinic.
As Jim got into more and more trouble, I offered again and again, telling him that he was in danger. But it wasn’t enough, as Jim was finally turned into a drooling invalid, and eventually poisoned and cut to death by drugs and surgery. This was a hard lesson for me. I now know that I needed to grab Jim by the collar and tell him he would be killed if he didn’t listen to me. But I wasn’t strong enough, the rest is history, and I learned my lesson.
So when one of my physician friends (Dave) had a heart attack, I knew what I had to do. During Dave’s hospitalization, he learned that he was becoming obese; that his blood pressure, cholesterol and triglycerides were through the roof; that he was diabetic; and that he was at extreme risk for another heart attack and/or stroke. His (and my) medical friends rallied to his side, and he came home on 6 prescriptions for blood pressure, cholesterol, diabetes, and potential stroke.
Aside from Dave’s immediate health problems, he was faced with the reality that at the age of 65, these drugs were a dead-end that could not be maintained without a terrific toll on his quality of life. In addition, the very things that he needed to do to reverse his diseases—diet, exercise, and phytonutrients—were foreign to him and completely against his nature.
Nonetheless, my course of action was clear—all I had to do was think about Jim Foster. So we had a heart-to-heart. I thought Dave would reject my protocol out-of-hand. But instead, much to my surprise and joy, and unlike Jim Foster, he took everything to heart, and over a short time was completely restored to health.