I had already gotten my college bad medicals degree in the summer of but I decided I needed to go back. I really wanted to become a journalist, even though my skills were definitely in mathematics. Perhaps if I stayed busy enough, these creeping feelings would dissipate.
An old man goes to a doctor for a thorough medical examination. After the examination medicals fake the doctor tells him that he has good as well as bad news for him. He asks the patient what he would like to hear first. The patient says he would want to hear the bad news first. The doctor says that you have cancer and you have only about two years. The old man becomes worried that his life will be over after two years. He asks the doctor for the good news. The doctor says that he has Alzheimer's and in about two months time he would have forgotten what the doctor has told him today.
I felt like I just existed through much of 1996. I really have few memories of that year, and the few I do have are medicals bad and fake ones. An aunt died in an accident and my brother almost died in an apartment fire.
I'd like to introduce you to someone in the medical profession who took some risk in exposing information to the public. Dr. Suzanne Gudakunst has stepped out of the inner circle. She was compelled to break the silence. Her reason is described as being tired of all of the deception and lies and decided to now blow the whistle. She's exposing this truth through her e-book "Top Secret Fat Loss Secret". She gets literally hundreds of success stories each day.
If you're reading this chance are you might be thinking about having unnecessary surgery because you think that you've tried everything and nothing worked. You think that surgery is your only option. Before you dive in let's take a look at an alternative that might just give you a boost. Surgery is very risky and has been described as such by the medical industry itself as well as never getting to the real issue.
Which is why every time I'm about to enter a patient's exam room to deliver bad news myself I pause and remember Mrs. Peterson, a woman I've never seen or heard from since, but whose life I irrevocably changed in the middle of the night while she lay at home in bed without her husband next to her--as she would from that point forward--all those years ago.