My Family Health Blog

My 81 year old grandma came by to visit my kids, her great grandchildren. She was a wreck, could hardly stand, or walk, had to go try to sh*t every few minutes but usually unsuccessful. I asked her assistant how often she was able to sh*t. Ever 3 to 4 days was the answer.

Whoa! Alarm bells rang in my ear. Even though I was in the process of transferring my office, I had to do my best for my grandma. Even though I was tight with cash.

I contacted Dr. Gallego, the colonics doctor and immediately made an appointment with him that same morning. We used her driver went there for the consultation, made a 1/3 deposit for the P 15,000 treatment course of 5 colonic sessions. He asked for a heart rate test and a chest x-ray. And we did so the very same afternoon.

The next day my grandma calls on the phone and says she is backing out of the treatment.  Says she is fine with her drugs.  I told her she could die and stay decrepit the rest of her life. Says she is fine with her decision.

Of course this made me blow my top.  But, it is her decision.  I told her that it was she who came to me and asked me to help her. (She really did ask me.)  Now that I was helping her she backed out.  She probably thought I was going to pop her another pill.

I met her yesterday and found out her elder sister, stronger and healthier did the same colonics treatment several years ago.  My grandmother still wouldn’t listen.
Another one bites the dust.  Can’t say I will stop trying.

My friends’ father in law is dying.  Something about his heart enlarging complicated with diabetes.  He’s had a heart bypass 9 years ago.

I’ve told him about the possibilities of other doctors and healing methods since their western medical doctors have apparently given up on him.

My friend says he doubts anyone in his wife’s family would listen.  I told him that if their doctors have given up, might as well try something else, something new.  My friend says it is out of his hands, the family dogma – belief in western medicine – is so strong, they would rather give up and let their father die.

Ho hum.  Another one bites the dust.

As I was in my child’s school, I overheard a conversation with a father and a teacher.  Father was discussing his three boys and a girl. Then he boasts about his personal “ligation”; meaning he proudly got himself a vasectomy.  He even said it was no sweat… self mutilation… he recommends… saying his wife gave birth to the four kids, now it was his turn at some sacrifice.

Bull.  Giving birth is a natural thing.  Mutilating vital body parts is dangerous to your health.

I hit the jackpot yesterday buying 1/2 of a jackfruit and having it for lunch, dinner, breakfast then lunch again.  Yum yum.  Maybe jackfruit helps me digest.  By 3pm I was hungry again.

I had to attend a business meeting last night and they served a box of Kenny Rogers. Yuck. Canned corn, overcooked carrots, roasted chicken, white rice. All detrimental for blood type B me. Corn is bad for blood type B. Chicken is ultimately bad for blood type B. The carrots were no good as they were overcooked. And there is no fiber benefit from white rice.

The host even served me coke in a can! No water! I chose not to drink at all.

What an ugly dinner.