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How it began

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Tough. My GP didn’t say these exact words when she told me I had gallstones, but she might have well as done.
“Why do you get them?”
“Genetics, diet, lack of exercise, obesity, bad luck...”
She trailed off looking at her watch. I was taking up valuable time.

Time that could be better spent with racing through the dozens of other sick, elderly and infirm hacking and wheezing in the waiting room.
“So how do I get rid of them?”
“Surgery. That’s it”.

She’s not alone. The consultant who did the ultrasound scan said the same thing but with the perfectly honed experience of someone who has to speak very carefully, in case he finds himself defending his words in some kind of ambo-chasing medical negligence case further down the line. “There are no medically proven ways of getting rid of gallstones, so your chances are extremely unlikely”. Meaning, I’ve seen and heard an awful lot of guff over my years, and if you can cure them with some olive oil and lemon juice, my name’s Dr Dre from NWA.

And sure enough, after some heavy duty research  - read me typing into Google “How do I get rid of...”. Then pausing for a moment to look at the world’s most plausible possibilities in Google’s new predictive search, which suggested “Ants... spots... a wasp nest... bees... moths... bing... bags under my eyes ... piles” – and instantly wondering if there’s a missed business opportunity in starting up some kind of hybrid Rentokil / hydration therapy / bowel clinic. Then I realised that the GPs and consultants appeared to be right.

Not that people haven’t tried their damndest, oh no.


Crank therapy - the gallstone flush

Yahoo Answers, an oxymoron if ever there was one, comes up trumps, incorporating the best of internet horseshit all in one post. I’m no scientist but well... clearly neither are they. It regurgitates an all too familiar ‘cure’, that of olive oil and lemon juice. And even has the audacity to say the source of this ‘cure’ is ‘personal experience’. In case you’re wondering about the cure, well – it appears to have gained traction from a book by Hulda Clark in “The cure for all diseases”.  This fruitbat claims she’s cured 53 AIDS patients to date by zapping them with some hand-cranked electricity contraption that looks like some primeval torture device. Her book is full of testimonies like this:

“The Fat Fiction site is the best thing ever, it saved my life, my marriage and made me cry with joy every day”
Amy  – North London

Back to gallstone flushes then  - do they work? In short, probably not. They’re not gallstones people are producing  but a lot of people claim to feel better after them, so no harm done. I’m utterly unconvinced; unless I see an ultrasound before and after, then I remain a skeptic and so should you. Here’s a science-based and amusing dissection of the whole sorry affair. So I pressed on.


Surgical and chemical options

I figured out there isn’t a quick documented fix. There are other options - moderate success has been shown with taking drugs to dissolve your stones, or ultrasonic waves to blast them apart and even finally rummaging around your insides and prodding your ducts with a heated wire to dislodge any unwelcome stones. Sounds pretty gruesome.  Whether it’s cost or effectiveness I don’t know, but the NHS prefers to whip out your gallbladder as the primary treatment. I’ve got a problem with this though; clearly you’re not addressing the root cause. I know you can live without your gallbladder perfectly well, but me? I’d rather keep it thanks very much. And more to the point, I wanted to know exactly why I got the stones, how I could get rid of them and how to stop them coming around again.


D Day - Laying down the gauntlet

I made a decision. I would commit to solid research – that means using mainly primary sources – to do all I could to get rid of these gallstones without surgery. So yes to publications like the British Medical Journal, and no to lunatics on the internet.

The research gave me a course of action which I am now part way through. If by D day (see countdown clock on the right, and that’s D for Diagnosis by the way), I haven’t had any more gallbladder attacks, I’ll get an ultrasound done to prove they’ve disappeared.

And so - my research led me to information I can only describe as astonishing. Really. I’ve done my best to be thorough and cite references where relevant, and tell you where it’s speculation on my part so you can follow up with your own research and thoughts.


Fat, gallstones and what this will prove

The live experiment with my gallstones is only a sample of one, but I believe it gives it more credence that I put this theory up there as I’m testing it before rather than after the event. What it will prove? Well, as you’re about to read, gallstones and obesity are the same problem. Weight has already dropped off me effortlessly, and if ... and this is still a big if... my gallstones disappear by D day, it will go a long way to prove this theory right.

For those who know nothing about gallstones, the chances of spontaneous dissolution – in layman’s terms, the chances that they would just disappear without any intervention is less than 1% (see forthcoming gallstone posts for clinical references). The astute will find out I’m taking a herbal preparation too. Again, chances of complete disappearance is around 10%. And chances of recurrence are approximately 50% after stopping taking the medicine.

If you have an interest in health, you’re overweight, have gallstones or just interested to see if Fat Fiction has any links to Pulp Fiction, read on.