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Arnold Snyder's avatar

I feel very lucky to have known my great-grandparents, born in 1880 in Hungary. They moved to the U.S. in their late teens. They lived to their mid-90s, living on their own in their own apartment, taking care of themselves. To my knowledge, they never saw a doctor in their lives. They were definitely never in a hospital. Medicare wasn't available until their mid-80s and I doubt they ever signed up for it.

My great-grandma woke up one morning to find my great-grandpa had died overnight. She called my grandmother. My grandmother headed over there immediately (about a 10-minute trip). By the time she got there, my great-grandma had passed away too. She loved grandpa so much.

They ate a traditional Hungarian diet. Every time we went over there, my great-grandma cooked up some chicken paprikash for us or some other kind of soup or stew made with a cheap cut of beef and some carrots, onions and potatoes. Sometimes she made egg noodles from scratch. My great-grandpa had worked as a tailor his whole life, so they were poor and had to be thrifty. My great-grandpa's only indulgence was books. Thick ones. The entire apartment was filled with bookshelves. He would never lend out any of his books. My Dad wanted to borrow grandpa's Lincoln biography. Grandpa said no.

I'd say try to eat what your great-grandma from the old country would have prepared for you and stay away from the medical-industrial complex at all costs.

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Back in the day when I went to an ob-gyn he suggested I have a bone density scan. I was late forties/early fifties. Diagnosis: osteopenia. I had just taken a pretty hard spill off my Warmblood jumper and not broken anything so I questioned the doctor about his proposed treatment plan - yearly infusions of pharmaceutical 💩 or a medication (which my mother had recently taken and had a horrible reaction to). I declined and said I’d like to go home and research this a bit more before making a decision. I called back to let the doctor know that I would not be taking any medications for my ‘disease’ only to be told by the nurse that the doctor would not be seeing me any longer as I was ‘non-compliant’. That is actually the last time I saw a doctor. Over 20 years ago and boy talk about a blessing in disguise! Thanks so much for this excellent ‘stack.

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