At present, I am in the middle of three books dealing
with the immune system, and two of them are related to diet. Much of Shauna’s
ill health can be traced back to a food poisoning incident at a Swiss Chalet over
thirty years ago. She contracted campylobacter from under-cooked chicken, and
almost died before the problem was properly diagnosed, weeks after the bacteria
was ingested. By the time she was treated, the bacteria had caused indelible damage
to her digestive tract, and she was soon thereafter diagnosed with Crohn’s
Disease. We talk a lot about autoimmune illnesses, including diseases like Arthritis,
Crohn’s Disease, Epstein Barr Syndrome, Lupus, Psoriasis, Thyroid Disease, Vitiligo,
Fibromyalgia, etc., and there is an equally long laundry list of medications
prescribed to remedy them. What I never before understood is that the gut is
command central for our immune system. Aside from one obvious lesson, which is,
don’t eat chicken if it looks or tastes under-cooked, it has become
increasingly important to learn how to bolster and protect one’s immune system.
As the world continues to produce more and more food for our ever-growing
population, we have unwittingly compromised the nutritional value of that food
supply. I cannot say for sure what are the deleterious effects of genetically
modified foods, but I can say there is
an epidemic of auto-immune illnesses, and that it has become more and more
difficult to achieve good nutrition from pre-processed and mass-produced foods.
If there is any message here, it is to learn more about what you eat. I
maintain that most of us are our worst enemies when it comes to our health. Garbage
in, garbage out. I am not slamming doctors, but doctors overwhelmingly treat
symptoms, not root causes. Two killers, stress and bad nutrition, are on the
rise, and when an autoimmune illness attacks, we look for our doctors to fix it
with a magic bullet. Our bodies have amazing recuperative abilities, but we’re compromising
our immune systems. Only we can fix that.
This reminds me of the old joke about the guy who for
years prays to God that he might win the lottery. Finally, the clouds part, and
God answers, in an exasperated voice: “Meet me halfway; buy a ticket!” You
might need help, but in the end, only you can fix you.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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