My Doctor Retired on Pills. I'm Still Here Without Them
My doctor retired years ago.
The one who told me I’d need diabetes medication for life.
He’s gone. I’m still here.
And I don’t take a single pill.
Think about that.
The man who said my condition was permanent is out of the game. And I’m 72, thriving, medication-free.
He meant well. I’m sure he did.
But he was wrong. And his career was built on being wrong.
Managing disease. Not curing it. Not preventing it.
Just managing symptoms while the pharmaceutical reps kept his office stocked with samples and lunch.
That’s not healthcare. That’s maintenance.
Keep people sick enough to need help. Functional enough to keep paying.
He retired comfortable. Built a whole career on it.
Meanwhile, how many of his patients are still on those pills he prescribed? Still managing. Still declining.
Still making someone else rich.
I refused that path at 55.
Changed what I ate. Started moving. Got serious about sleep and stress.
Lost 100 pounds. Reversed diabetes. Seventeen years later, still going strong.
No prescriptions. No chronic conditions. No slow decline into more medications.
Just real food and consistent effort.
My doctor probably never thought about me again after I stopped coming in.
Why would he? I wasn’t generating revenue anymore.
But I think about him sometimes. Wonder how many others he told the same lie.
That they’d need medication forever. That their bodies couldn’t heal.
How many believed him and gave up?
Your doctor isn’t evil. But the system they work in profits from your sickness.
And they were trained to feed that system.
Pills for life. That’s the model.
I chose a different one.
So here’s my question: Is your doctor helping you heal, or just managing you into their retirement fund?