Be Healthy Now

I welcome you to my view of the health or health-less industry from what I remember growing up in the 40’s.

I was born in 1937, in south Louisiana.

I can remember the airships patrolling the Mississippi River looking for submarines in WWII.

I can remember growing up on a farm starting in 1943.

My dad, because of a heart problem, did not go to war along with his 5 brothers, which all returned. He was a pipe foreman in Avondale Shipyard in 1942 and 1943 when he moved to the Higgins Shipyard on the Industrial Canal until the end of the war. That is when we moved back to the country crossroads of Bush, Louisiana where Dad had a farm of over 100 acres stocked with Red Pole cattle and a large garden.

At the end of the war the big thing was Butane Gas. For the next two years he had a business of installing the Butane tanks, piping houses and installing stoves and heaters.

Being a couple of hundred yards from my grandparents, I spent a lot of time there and learned most of my growing up knowledge from them. At first my father worked so much that he had no time for me and then in 1946 he be came a religious fanatic and still had no time for me. I learned to farm, milk the cows and grow crops from my Grandfather Thomas.

He taught me to fish and hunt, kill and clean the farm animals and live a healthy life in general. We raised most of what we ate and it was all natural until the government started teaching farmers the use of chemicals. Even thou we started using chemicals in the early 50s, we never used them on our garden. Old hay for mulch makes a better and more tasty garden product. My family still raises a garden this way, down to my children.

At 14 I moved in permanently with my grandparents until I went into construction work.

Growing up, I was a skinny kid although seeming healthy. I went up through the construction ranks and at 38 started my own company retiring at 58 and started traveling the world. I was a pilot with my own plane and 4500 hours flight time. In the number of flight physicals I had while flying for 40 years, nothing was ever found wrong with my health.

In October of 2004, I was involved in a serious auto accident and was laid up for 5 months. When I started back walking I was having pressure in my chest and some pain. I was still under doctors care from the wreck so I inquired about the pain and they found nothing wrong in an examination so they sent me to a heart specialist for test. It was determined that I had blockage and needed surgery.

On my travels I had married a Latino lady from Bogota, Colombia who insisted that I make a trip to Colombia and visit the doctor of her mom. I did and within 30 minutes he told me that I had a birth defect and that I needed to lose about 30 pounds. I visited a dietitian that afternoon.

As an American, I was not fat. At six feet, I was 210 pounds with a 34 inch waist. I am now 180 pounds and my health is much better.

I am also a diabetic since 1992. I went to the doctor every month for a checkup and a blood test. She was satisfied that my blood glucose read from 220 to 240. And why not? At $98 a month, I was worth $1176 a year to her plus the kickback on the script. Not once did she tell me that losing weight would bring the readings down.

In Colombia, at 180 pounds, my blood sugar level is around 120 and my doctor worries if it goes any higher.

My heart defect was that the “left coronary artery” never grew from birth. Not only that but it was 90% blocked. I was a heart attack looking for a place to happen. Two years later I had zero blockage obtained mostly with diet. Now, 5 years later and at 73 years old, I walk 2 to 5 miles per day without any strain.

Thank you caring Colombia doctors.

P.S. This website will continue to compare the USA medical system (which rates at number 37 in the world) with the superior Colombia medical system.