April 15, 2015
Paul Fassa, Natural Health Journalist
There are times when mainstream medicine is appropriate, especially when it comes to handling various forms of trauma and emergencies. It’s the pharmaceutical industry and its alliance with the FDA as well as the AMA choke hold monopoly that wants to ensure they are the only ones to practice medicine that I usually focus on because they’re getting away with murder – literally.
That’s the dark side of our medical system. But I wouldn’t go see a homeopath for a broken leg or take someone heavily poisoned and comatose to a chiropractor. Conversely, I won’t get vaccinations to give me immunity for anything.
Recently Ben Taylor of Utopia Silver had suggested I do a little something that offers some deserved praise to the medical field that I usually criticize , …in order to provide some balance to my rants exposing its faults and crimes. I did, covering examples of the good, the bad, and the ugly with mainstream medicine.
I focused mostly on how our son and my wife were rescued from disaster by quick late night action in a Chicago hospital that allowed Lamaze deliveries in designated rooms down the hall from their orthodox delivery room.
When it was realized our son was blocked, actually tangled, and stuck while my wife was fully dilated, she was wheeled into the mainstream medical delivery room where they attempted to assist the delivery, but things got worse, really painful for her and scary for me. It took a call to a resident intern who performed a C-section that saved both our son and my wife. Here’s more on that story from the original article.
Some years later, my wife managed to herniate a spinal disk while visiting friends in Chicago when we lived in Los Angeles. She had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance. The operation was successful and all is well now, as it currently has been for even athletes who suffer herniated spinal disks. Now it’s my turn to explain how mainstream medicine prevented my inevitable blindness.
My Attempts to Rid Cataracts Led to Having Them Surgically Removed
Cataracts start developing slowly to eventually completely cover the eye lens if not resolved. When I first noticed my first cataract in the right eye, it wasn’t so bad in well lighted areas. But then it began getting worse, much worse. My night driving had become a hazard to me, my passengers, and other drivers and pedestrians!
The first ophthalmologist to examine me asked with a frown, “How long have you had this?” The implication was I had let it go too long. She also said my left eye was creating a cataract also, though not as bad.
That was fine. They operate on one eye at a time, in case there is a mishap one will have at least one eye left. The ophthalmologist I saw next in Austin, Texas would do the actual operation of removing the badly coated lens and replacing it with a synthetic one.
He had an excellent reputation and was a fine fellow who made it easier for me to handle the co-payment. His staff scheduled me a morning session at the local hospital. What I didn’t know was he was doing four of five operations that morning, and I was the last.
I had opted for the “twilight” anesthesia instead of total blackout from an anesthetic that might contain fluoroquinolones that could injure or kill me. By the time the good doctor got to me he may have been tired from doing the others, whatever. But my eyeball nervousness got him rather frustrated and he expressed that barking “keep your eye still, dammit”.
Nevertheless, it was successful. Shortly after I was amazed a how colorful the world had become. That monochrome brownish appearance had been replaced by technicolor! And I could drive safely at night.
But soon after, the left eye’s cataract began showing it’s brownish darkness. I tried topical remedies without results. I failed the eye exam initially for my new Texas driver’s license that I needed to acquire newly because my Indiana license had expired in Mexico. With proper glasses prescribed I was permitted to drive with “mono-vision” (one good eye).
Then I moved to a location near a VA hospital and re-discovered that I had VA coverage for even cataract operations with hardly any co-payment. Great! It took a while for it to be scheduled and my left eye had gotten much worse. Finally the operation took place with a similar type of twilight anesthesia. The elderly Dr. Watson (his real name) had it set up so my roaming nervous eye would remain stationary.
And he coached an intern through a long and tedious operation on that thicker than the previous cataract patiently and skillfully. There was no rush. I was the only one. Regardless of the complaints about VA, mine was pleasant and successful in the Albuquerque, NM VA hospital.
So now I have near perfect vision that requires glasses for reading only. My advice, when it comes to cataracts, go for the operation(s). They do have a very high safety record. But be wary of the chemicals involved, especially the ones used for anesthesia. I prefer the twilight variety to avoid the slight chance of waking up dead.
But what you’re prescribed afterward to avoid infection and inflammation could be booby-trapped with fluoroquinolones. Read the labels and look up those ingredients on the internet. Simply act like you’re using them while using natural and more benign antibiotic and anti-inflammatory solutions on your eyes. That’s what I did.
Sources: Personal experience – thank you.