how dr. mcdougall figured out the secrets to health and healing

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April 2009

Vol. 8, No. 4

 

Dr. McDougall, Why Do You Act That Way?

 

I was born a passionate person-with a larger-than-life type-A

personality. I have lived with this high enthusiasm, for better

or worse, every single day. My most memorable childhood lesson was

about the importance of honesty. My parents would say, "Johnny, no

matter what you did wrong (and I was into a lot of mischief), or what

else is going on in your life, as long as you tell the truth

everything will work out."

 

My medical education began in October of 1965, at age 18, when I

suffered a massive stroke that left me completely paralyzed on the

left side of my body for 2 weeks, and I remain noticeably physically

weakened 44 years later. This was my first real contact with the

businesses of medicine, and without this opportunity I would have

never become a physician. I was raised in a lower middle class

family in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. My parents

worshipped medical doctors as if they were exceptional beings

possessing near God-like qualities. I was an ordinary person, at

best; therefore, I never even dreamed of aspiring to such

heights-that is, before my fateful hospitalization.

 

My exalted view of doctors changed during my 2-week stay at Grace

Hospital. As "a medical curiosity"-suffering a stroke at such a

young age-I attracted some of Detroit's finest medical

specialists. After examining me, I asked each new doctor:

"What caused my stroke?What are you going to do for me?"

"How are you going to make me better?When can I go home?" The

typical response was nonverbal; shaking their heads from side to side,

they walked out of my room. I figured I could do that. After 2

weeks of the "best care" modern medicine had to offer, I left the

hospital AMA (against medical advice) and returned to my undergraduate

college studies at Michigan State University. Soon my learning was on

a track straight to medical school. Looking back at my diet, I

can give credit to eggs, double cheese pizzas, and hot dogs for my

brain damage, and my good fortune.

 

After three years of undergraduate work I entered the College of Human

Medicine at Michigan State University. Medical school was fun

and easy for me. During my senior year I met Mary, a surgical nurse,

while helping with a hip operation. After a short courtship we married

and planned our escape to Hawaii. In 1972, I started my

internship at Queens Medical Center in Honolulu on Oahu. We fell in

love with those exotic islands, and then destiny took us to the Big

Island of Hawaii the next year to work and live. As one of four

medical doctors at the Hamakua Sugar Plantation, I had responsibility

for 5000 people-laborers and their families. I did everything

medical for them from delivering their babies to signing their death

certificates. This responsibility forced me to become the best doctor

I could be; after all, I was "it;" the nearest specialist was 42

miles south in the small town of Hilo.

 

Lessons about Medical Practice

 

Under my care my patients with chronic problems seemed to never get

well. I used to play a game with many of these fine people

(unbeknownst to them): "Who has the most patience?"

They would come to my office with a complaint for which I would

prescribe a pill. On the way out of my office I would say, "If

this pill doesn't work, come back and I will try another one."

Upon their return the scenario would be repeated. Soon they would tire

of the experience and stop coming, but I never ran out of pills.

Consistent failures led to me to the conclusion that the fault was

mine: "I was a bad doctor." Had I not learned my medical school

lessons? Maybe I had spent too much time at the beach during my

Hawaiian internship?

 

In an effort to remedy my apparent lack of medical competence,

after three years as a sugar plantation doctor, I moved back to Oahu,

with Mary and my two young children, and entered the University of

Hawaii Medical Residency Program. Now I would learn effective

ways to help my patients. Unfortunately, more than two years of

intense training under the guidance of some of the best professors in

the world left me still seeking the secrets to health and healing.

These special doctors obtained no better results with their

prescriptions than I had-the patients stayed ill. In 1978, I

passed the American Board of Internal Medicine, certifying my

competence in orthodox medical knowledge. Even though I was now a

board certified Internist, I had to look back to my days on the sugar

plantation for the solutions I was seeking.

 

Basic Nutrition from My Plantation Patients

 

From my patients at the Hamakua Sugar Plantation, between 1973 and

1976, I had learned the cause of over 80% of the diseases afflicting

people in North America and the rest of the Western world. My elderly

patients had immigrated to Hawaii from China, Japan, Korea, and the

Philippines, where rice was food. They brought their culture with

them. Their children, tempted by Western foods, slowly changed. The

third generation, had essentially given up rice and vegetables for

meat, dairy, and junk. For all three generations, their health

reflected their diet. The first generation immigrants were trim,

active, and medication-free into their 90s. They had no diabetes,

heart disease, arthritis, or cancers of the breast, prostate, or

colon. Their children became a little fatter and sicker, and

most of their grandchildren had lost all of their immunity to obesity

and common diseases-in every way of appearance and health, they were

full-fledged Americans.

 

My observations contradicted two basic beliefs I had held since

childhood. The first was that as we age, we naturally become fatter

and sicker. The second was that a well-balanced diet was best. Before

my own eyes I saw fully functioning elders thriving on grains and

fruits and vegetables. With the inclusion of the two other basic

food groups-meat and dairy-the progeny failed.

 

The most impressive example of the potential for extraordinary health

provided by a starch (rice) based diet came from some special

Filipinos-specifically, family units consisting of an elderly man, a

very young wife, and their children. After saving for years and

then retiring, single men traveled to the Philippines in search of a

young bride. In my office every day I witnessed what can best be

described as "natural Viagra." Men in their 70s and 80s were

starting new families and demonstrating physical functions many

American men only fantasize about after their 50s. These Filipino

septuagenarians also expected to see their young children grow into

adults, and they did. This virility and optimism was from their simple

diets.

 

My Hawaii Library Experience

 

My plantation days left me with a clear understanding of the power of

a healthy diet to prevent disease, but the full potential of

diet-therapy only became apparent after my research began at the

Hawaii Medical Library in 1976. Reading through the scientific

journals I learned that many other doctors before me had made the same

discoveries as I had: Diets of common starches, such as rice and

potatoes, resulted in robust health, and meat and dairy destroyed

people's physical condition. Then an even more important

breakthrough was revealed to me. These pioneer scientists reported

that once people stopped eating the foods that made them sick, they

recovered. They described weight loss, relief of chest pains,

headaches, and arthritis. Kidney and heart failure, diabetes, and many

more troubles were reversed. Volumes of research written over

the previous 50 years in these library journal pages showed me how my

patients could be cured with one big simple solution: a starch-based

diet.

 

Challenging the System-Asbestos in the Rice

 

My first experience with fighting big business came after newspaper

headlines in 1978 warned the citizens of Hawaii about cancer risks

from asbestos exposure-a common occurrence for shipyard workers and

for children because of schools built with these materials. I wrote a

letter to the editor of the Honolulu Advertiser asking: why worry

about these minor sources of exposure when our citizens are eating

hundreds of millions of tons of asbestos-coated rice annually? After

milling brown rice to white, the kernel is exposed and easily spoils.

To prevent this spoilage the rice was coated with talc powder. Talc is

an amorphous form of magnesium silicate. Asbestos is the same

material in a fibrous form. You cannot mine talc without the asbestos.

After a yearlong fight with the rice companies, I won and talc was

removed from the rice sold in Hawaii, California, and Puerto Rico, and

replaced with a coating of glucose. No personal repercussions followed

for me.

 

Challenging the System-Informed Consent for Breast Cancer

 

In 1980, I was approached by a citizen-group in Honolulu, which was

trying to get an informed consent law passed, requiring doctors

to tell women their surgical options when faced with breast cancer.

Massachusetts and California had already passed similar laws.

The reason such laws were needed is that doctors were not telling

women that surgery did not improve survival; because the disease has

already spread to the rest of a woman's body in most cases, long

before the discovery of the tumor in her breast (even with a

mammogram). Simply put: a lumpectomy or a mastectomy made no

difference in her day of death-the choice was to live with or

without her breast. I thought a woman should know the facts in case

she might want to choose less mutilating surgery.

 

The fight took two years in the state legislature. My final

faceoff in front of the Hawaii lawmakers was with members of the

Hawaii Cancer Society and the University of Hawaii Medical School.

They lost and the nations third informed consent law for breast cancer

was passed. (There are now 18 states with similar laws.) The

personal repercussion for me was that I could no longer buy

malpractice insurance. At that time physicians controlled the

only two doctors' liability insurance companies in the state. Losing

my malpractice insurance meant I lost my hospital privileges. I

practiced "bare" (without insurance) for the next two years. Until

this writing I have not told this final chapter of the story-I never

wanted others to know that my colleagues retaliated against me for

making them tell women the truth about breast cancer.

 

My St. Helena Hospital Experience

 

In 1986 I was invited by the administration of the Seventh Day

Adventist St. Helena Hospital in Napa Valley, California to run the

McDougall Program as their lifestyle residential program. This was a

good match because their founding religion believes in a vegetarian

diet and a healthy lifestyle. (I am not an Adventist.)

This hospital was also considered one of the best heart surgery

centers in the country. Even then it seemed odd to me to invite a

doctor who is against most heart surgeries to work at a hospital that

makes 80% of its income from heart disease.

 

Now that I was working at a respected hospital, I figured, I might be

able to get medical insurance to pay for patients to attend my

program. I approached several well-known companies. I argued that our

program could treat heart patients at a fraction of the cost of bypass

surgery ($4,000 vs. $100,000). No matter how hard I tried to convince

them, the sale was impossible. A representative from one large insurer

told me that they were not interested in my approach because it

required the cooperation of the patient, and all the bypass surgeon

had to do to relieve chest pain was to get the patient to willingly

lie down on the table. They apparently had little faith in

patients' judgment and willpower. I countered, "But, some patients

will change their diet and they deserve this alternative." After

some contesting I finally got the real answer, "McDougall you just

don't get it. As an insurance company we take a piece of the

pie and the bigger the pie the more we get."

 

Working at a heart surgery center I had many chances to talk to

surgeons and cardiologists-some of them actually became my friends.

I told these heart doctors on several occasions that I would send all

of my patients to them for a second opinion if they would return the

favor. I got no takers. My kindest feedback came from the

radiologists. They would tell me, "McDougall, we know your diet

works. We see the repeat angiograms of their heart arteries showing

reversal." During my sixteen years at St. Helena Hospital, I sent

many patients to other doctors for a second opinion and treatments,

but I did not receive a single referral from a local doctor in

return. How unique, that the population served by this hospital

seemed to have no need for instruction on healthier eating (from me or

anyone else). On many occasions I did, however, care for the

physicians at St. Helena Hospital, their spouses, and their

children.

 

My Departure from St. Helena Hospital in 2002

 

I have fond memories of those years working at the hospital.

Thousands of people were helped with the aid of the talented and

caring professional staff working for St. Helena Hospital. But,

the program never seemed to grow in numbers in this setting. Maybe

people saw a contradiction of health (my program) and medical

treatment (the hospital). Even though I was a national figure

appearing at that time on most of the top TV and radio shows

nationwide with my bestselling books, our census was far lower than it

should have been.

 

In 2002 an opportunity arose to enlarge the McDougall Program and to

help many more people. Dr. Roy Swank, the inventor for the dietary

treatment of multiple sclerosis, offered me the opportunity to

open my live-in program to treat his patients with MS. This was

a win-win opportunity for everyone and I expected an enthusiastic

welcome from the hospital administration. After lengthy discussions

they told me that they did not want to be associated with MS patients,

as if this would be a stigma. The real reason may have been that

treating MS patients for any hospital would be very low-profit. I

explained that we are: a hospital and our primary purpose is to treat

the sick, a special hospital because of the religious foundation, and

even more exceptional because of the Adventists' belief in diet

therapy. I concluded no better match could have been made. They were

steadfast. My contract renewal was due for signature in five days. I

turned it in with "VOID" written over the front page. I was told

later that they had thought I would never leave them because without

the organization they provided the McDougall Program could not

exist.

 

Other McDougall Programs

 

But, I had run the McDougall Program many times without them.

Between 1999 and 2001 I ran my program in Minneapolis, Minnesota for

Blue Cross Blue Shield-the medical insurance company. During this

three-year period, with three different groups of their employees, I

was able to show the same remarkable health benefits we were getting

at St. Helena Hospital: weight loss, reduction in cholesterol, blood

pressure, and sugars; relief of indigestion, constipation, arthritis,

etc. This time I was also able to document a 44% reduction in

healthcare costs for each of the three groups based on the insurance

company's own claims data. I had had a similar experience in

Lakeland, Florida caring for some of the employees of Publix

Supermarkets. Both of these remote programs were run out of

local hotels. I can set up a 10-day McDougall Program in any city in

the US within 72 hours. I still can't understand why anyone would

think the McDougall Program would depend upon anything other than

sensible people looking to regain their lost health and

appearance.

 

The Santa Rosa Clinic and Our Future

 

In May of 2002 we began our first McDougall Program at the Flamingo

Resort in Santa Rosa, California. Our yearly census quadrupled in no

time. The food now tastes as if Mary made it at home. Like

many things in life, we have asked ourselves why we waited so long to

take over complete control of our program. Our non-profit foundation

has raised money and has begun a study with Oregon Health &

Science University on the dietary treatment of Multiple Sclerosis.

The web site, www.drmcdougall.com, is receiving 7 to 8 million

hits a month. The McDougall, MD TV show is playing in 95% of

households worldwide. Dr. McDougall's Right Foods are in

nearly 4000 stores. Our free newsletter is going out to 30,000 people

monthly. We make new friends every month at our sessions: 10-day

medical live-in programs, 5-day programs, Advanced Study Weekends,

Celebrity Chef Weekends, and Adventure Trips. Seems like we're on a

productive track.

 

I have just co-authored AB 1478, a bill asking for even more

informed consent for the people of the state of California. One

part of this bill requires doctors to tell patients that heart surgery

does not save lives in most cases and that diet is a real answer.

The second part requires doctors to tell patients that common

medications for type-2 diabetes increase their risk of dying and that

diet will help them greatly. The bill is in committee now. I

wonder if there will be any negative repercussions for me from my

colleagues when AB 1478 is passed into law? I can't change,

my parents taught me to tell the truth, always, and my life is guided

by my passions. Medical care is changing for the better because

millions of informed people are demanding improved health, rather than

more treatments. I am optimistic and so should you be. To

believe this is unfixable is unthinkable.

 

 

 

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