Lauren Moore, 58, Denver, Colorado. For two years, she had been on the merry-go-round — Lyrica, Gabapentin, Cymbalta, Tramadol. Every prescription left her dizzy and nauseated. Not one touched the burning in her feet.
Then one afternoon in the cereal aisle of her local supermarket, Lauren's legs simply buckled. She grabbed a shelf, sent soup cans crashing to the floor, and couldn't stand up on her own. The store went silent. Her cheeks went red. Her husband David helped her out of the cart-filled aisle without a word.
Six days later, a doctor used the word amputation. The infections on the soles of her feet had spread. The nerve damage was, he said, irreversible. Her only option, according to every specialist she had seen, was to accept what was coming.
That same night, David — a research scientist — made one desperate phone call to a colleague who specialized in neuropathy. What that colleague told him next was something no mainstream doctor had ever mentioned. It had nothing to do with medication. It wasn't a diet. It wasn't physical therapy.
Within days of following what she learned, Lauren walked out of the house without her walker for the first time in over a year. And what happened at her follow-up nerve biopsy left her neurologist speechless...