Hypoglycemia is a word many doctors hate. Some doctors call it a FAD disease and refuse to do the lab tests necessary to prove or disprove your suspicions.
I have never been able to figure out this block in their scientific thinking, especially because the American Medical Association awarded its "Distinguished Medal of Honor" for the discovery of hypoglycemia to Seale Harris M.D. in 1929. At that time the sugar intake in the United States was modest. Now we are averaging one hundred forty pounds per year, per person and our carbohydrate sensitive (hypoglycemic) population is at an all time high. My own interest in this metabolic disorder is experiential. As a busy young wife and mother of three, I skipped meals and snacked on cookies and mugs of coffee all day long for energy. Eventually I began to get "spells" of light-headedness. I felt anxious and jumpy. By early evening, I hardly had enough go-power to make supper before collapsing. Finally, I saw several different physicians seeking answers. None asked me how I was eating. Instead I was given assorted prescriptions for tranquilizers and anti-anxiety drugs that only made me feel worse.
One internist told me I needed cortisone. His high dose prescription sent me to the medical section of the public library for more facts. I discovered I could expect cortisone to bestow a moon-face, a buffalo hump on my upper shoulders and very unstable mental state. As my original symptoms were still with me, I quickly discontinued the prescription. At that point, this same medical doctor called my husband to advise him that, if I would not continue his prescription, I should see a psychiatrist. Fortunately, by that time I had found a book on hypoglycemia by an endocrinologist, Dr. John Tintera. As he described the symptoms of unstable glucose metabolism and its corresponding adrenal exhaustion, I felt like I was reading my own autobiography. His message was clear: no more cookies, sweet snacks, or caffeine. Clean up my act or the medical doctors would have me drugged up and miserable.
I know how hard it is to get off refined sugars with no support. It's a miserable struggle! But just at that time in my life, my husband died suddenly from a heart attack. I knew then I had to have a clear head and some energy to support three young children alone. The chips were down!
I found another M.D. who himself was hypoglycemic and he agreed to test me. My glucose level soared into the diabetic range and then dropped like a roller coaster down to insulin-shock levels. I was trying to read during this six-hour test, and after three hours I kept rereading the same lines over and over with no comprehension. The insight that lab test gave me, saved me from becoming a life-long diabetic. I immediately took the refined sugars out of my cupboards and my mouth. Slowly my lightheadedness faded and my energy returned. My shakiness and loss of concentration disappeared. At a time when I had to work, go back to college, and raise my family simultaneously, my brain was up to the task. It seemed like a miracle. I began to read extensively about hypoglycemia.
©This short article comes to you through the courtesy of Joan Mathews-Larson whose best-selling books Seven Weeks to Sobriety and followup, Depression Free, Naturally lay out many physical anomalies rooted in chemistry, and how to correct them with proper nutrition and orthomolecular medicine. More information on Dr. Joan Mathews-Larson, her clinic Health Recovery Center and the supplements/formulas she uses to address the addictions and mental health issues can be found in her books.