After the Angina Pain…

My name is Hugh and this is a brief account of my illness and health story. I’ve been diagnosed with CAD which is short for coronary artery disease.

I’m writing this blog so others that may be suffering with this disease or other serious pain or illness can learn there is non-medical, non-prescription therapy that gives real relief and repair. The proof is in the results.

I wish I had known this before the angina.

Before the angina pain started, I had only been ill once in my life where I needed to see a doctor.

It was the snow shoveling a year ago that finally got me but it was a life of poor eating habits that ganged up on me.

The chest pains were loud and clear “this is serious” and “we’re not going away”. They were the falling down and hoping for one more breath kinds of pains. There are two ultimately personal terrors for oneself…not being able to get the next breath and excruciating pain. Now, I had both together. I endured this for weeks until it was occurring even at rest. I decided to visit a doctor.

My first choice was to visit an M.D. who offered chelation therapy. During his examination he determined that I was too unstable to proceed with chelation and that because I was experiencing discomfort in his office, he gave me some Nitroglycerin to see if this would help. I was desperately hoping he would have a remedy for me but now even he wanted me to ‘get in’ the hospital.

The dreadful scene was evolving into my third ultimate personal terror: surgery. My mother had had angioplasty in past and suffered a stroke and paralysis in her last days and I thought for sure I’ll be joining her now. So, with pounding heart, lack of breath and full of hope I submitted.

My coronary arteries were 95% blocked and they installed four stents to increase blood flow again. I could breathe again and the pain was gone! It was also determined the carotid arteries were blocked by 70 and 60%. I then realized that all my arteries, veins and whatever else are probably huffing and puffing to keep going. The doctor gave me a handful of prescriptions and started to make appointment dates with his colleagues for me. That was the first time I saw him as well as his colleagues as really only body mechanics with certificates issued within a narrow range of understanding.

I’d told the doctor prior to surgery I was not in favor of taking statin drugs of any kind and that even I knew this difficulty was not caused by cholesterol which, of course, he didn’t agree with. I didn’t make any appointments. I was exceedingly grateful to him for saving my life and I left the hospital feeling renewed, breathing well and under the delusion I was healthy again.

The symptoms that started about six months later were a bit different; the noticeable shortness of breath and a growing dizzy, disoriented thinking all the time and my memory was just blank in some areas. These increased for the next four months. The meds seemed useless to me too. Besides the lousy side effects, they seemed to add increasing anxiety to everything else.

Then came the next season of record snowfall and I buckled under to the shortness of breath, chest pains and fatigue. I wondered if there was to be another breath. I was constantly having waves of deep, dark depression sweep over me about dying shortly. It was a daily, delirious drama where everything reminded me of lonely, inescapable death that was impatiently waiting. My blood pressure was on a constant roller coaster I could hardly put two days together without going into shock. I couldn’t trust my body anymore but still didn’t want to leave it…I went back to doctor.

He was unmistakably disgusted I hadn’t seen fit to visit him monthly and tote in my little bottles of his meds to show the nurse. He rambled on about air absorption rates and stress tests and exploratory surgery and such. This was not what I wanted to here and I saw a man exposing his limited scope of treatment modalities but honestly believed them to be required to fix me. Here is a very highly trained technician that can merely handle disease management but not the healing I want. It was all chemicals and mechanics to him and his schooling taught him how to fix the body within a tight set of guidelines. I’ve been a builder for decades and worked with men that are creative, intuitive and have a full tool box with them at the job. This man was ranking low on the credibility meter.

I told him the price was too expensive for my good sense and wallet. He handed me more prescriptions and then said something in a tone I’ll never forget. As I was about to exit he said, “Good luck” in the clear but monotone, definitely compassionless way that let me know he was glad to be rid of me. I knew I was on my own.

To weak and to disgusted with myself for thinking I would find the help I need from a regular cardiologist, I went away determined to find the answers I needed. After all, I’d been interested in
vitamins and supplements and ‘natural’ things all my life. There must be answer along those lines instead.

After resting from another blood pressure and shock episode, I recalled some reports I’d received from Dr. Graveline, a retired NASA flight surgeon and advocate that it’s ‘inflammation’ that causes health issues and that this can easily be determined by testing the C-reactive protein levels. So, I put ‘inflammation’ in the search engine and guiding light led directly to the information I needed most; the full story and benefits of serrapeptase. I read the testimonies of others and how some had eliminated the need for stents, bypasses, pain, and suffering by following a plan of eating well, taking Serrapeptase, and a few other supplements that enhance the body’s ability to heal.

The first signs of improvement came in just a couple of days with much easier breathing. I could effortlessly take a full breath of air with no discomfort and I was able to relax. I was beginning to trust my body again. Then, I noticed the sense of mental fogginess had dissipated and also I was sleeping comfortably all night. Within a few weeks, I had enough renewed energy to go on long walks with the dogs again and I look forward to being as active as ever. Most of all, I don’t have the feelings of dread and fear of not being able to trust my body or dying before I’m ready. My confidence has returned and I can dream the dreams of living well again. I know I’ve turned the corner because I can feel it deep inside. This is truly a blessing and I am appreciative and grateful.

Lastly, Betty, our 8 year old cat, has had chronic sinusitis her whole life. She had terrible retching events and sneezed mucous daily. I give her two caps of SerraEnzyme a day and her system has responded very well and I am delighted and relieved for her, too..