What Doctors Don’t Tell You. Lynne McTaggart
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Contents
Praise for What Doctors Don’t Tell You
Part I: medicine’s False Science
Chapter 1: The Un-science of Modern Medicine
Chapter 3: Prenatal Testing: Dead Certainty
Chapter 5: Crazy about Cholesterol: Medicine’s Red Herring
Chapter 6: Vaccination: Knee-jerk Jabs
Chapter 9: Dental Medicine: Safe until Proven Dangerous
Chapter 10: Standard Operating Procedure
Chapter 11: Gee-whizz Technology: The Video-games Wizard and Blocked-drains Mechanic
For Bryan
This book was born from a grand passion I once had: a passion to get better.
In the early eighties, after an extraordinary patch of bad choices, I underwent a prolonged bout of stress. In every profoundly important area of my life, green lights I’d always taken for granted suddenly began turning red. If I had taken one of those little tests you find in women’s magazines that add up your stress quotient – with death, marriage, divorce and moving the most stressful situations – my sums would have leapt off the chart.
In rapid succession I’d