Sunday is Father's Day. My thoughts go to my father, Fred Harte,
who was killed, a long time ago, by medical indifference and stupidity.
He was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 4o, and put on
Tolbutamide. (His doctor who was also his personal friend, this medical
moron, when my father was first diagnosed with diabetes, told him, "Don't
worry, Fred. Diabetes is
the HEALTHY MAN'S DISEASE." The next year, he had his
first heart attack.
12 years later, I was in medical school in France. Meanwhile,
back in Yonkers, New York...
My father was an extreme workaholic. He hadn't stayed home, even
a day, for sickness since that heart attack 12 years before. But he stayed
home. He called his doctor: "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the
flu."
The next day: "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the
flu." The next day: "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the
flu." The next day: "Don't worry, Fred. It's just the
flu." The forth night, my mother called the doctor. She told him that my
father's nails and lips were blue, and he felt like a steamroller was going
over his chest. he didn't tell her that this was a heart attack. He didn't call
an ambulance. He told my mother, who didn't even drive, to get him to the
hospital. She had to just about drag him down the stairs, put him in a cab, and
got him to the emergency room. (This was the hospital I was born in.)
NOTE: I have a great deal of respect for Emergency Medicine.
They save a lot of lives. But in my father's obvious case of a heart attack,
they just gave him a shot of Demerol, put him on a gurney, and shoved him
aside, where he died a couple of hours later. He was only 53.
The SOB M.D. lied on the death certificate, claiming he was at
the house the night before. When he showed up at the funeral, it took half a
dozen men to hold me down.
This is the
OTHER reason why I quit med school to become a chiropractor.
This is one more story, one more reason, to tell everyone you
know, INCLUDING those with diabetes and those with heart disease (very often
the same people), that they should get checked for interference to their heart,
their pancreas, and everything else, and then adjusted! If they don't...
Next time, how They killed my father-in-law...
The Innate in me blesses the Innate in you
Dr Harte
Slayer of Subluxation
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