Heart Attack at 50 – My Wake-Up Call

I didn’t expect it. Not at 50. Not like that.

But on October 7th, 2023, my life stopped — literally. I had a heart attack. A serious one. What led to it wasn’t just diet or lifestyle (though they played a part). It was something deeper — years of tension, stress, grief, disconnection… all quietly compounding beneath the surface.

In the weeks leading up to it, I found myself waking up angry. Not “grumpy” angry — I mean boiling, silent frustration. The kind that doesn’t scream, but seeps into your nervous system.

I’d been through a lot — the loss of my Dad, and my dog after 15 years at my side was harder than I admitted. And the world outside didn’t feel any gentler. Division. Isolation. Mistrust. Noise. My body was keeping score… and eventually it flipped the table. My emotional state became physically toxic. It wasn’t cholesterol—it was grief, stress, and rage.

First Rebound, False Start

After that first heart attack, I didn’t suddenly become enlightened. I left the hospital early, before treatment — couldn’t bear it. The environment felt cold, chaotic, and somehow wrong for healing.

I told myself I was recovering. I took the pills. I watched my blood pressure lower. I tried to live as normally as possible. But I didn’t change much else. Still drank. Ate the same. Hoped for the best.

Then came the second heart attack.

This time, there was no walking away. I was rushed into surgery and fitted with a stent. I don’t remember much of what was said, but I remember how it felt — like I had wasted the second chance I never earned in the first place.

The Turning Point

This time, I got serious. I wasn’t going back to the hospital again — ever, if I could help it. That wasn’t just pride. It was a gut instinct. I needed to rebuild differently.

That journey started with Dr. Boz’s sardine fast and a shift to keto, and then full carnivore. Within days, I noticed something: mental clarity, calm, emotional stability. My nervous system felt… safe again. Through the carnivore community, I came across something else that grabbed me:

Stem cell activation.

I learned about Cerule — not from ads, but from real people sharing what it had done for their healing. The science made sense, but it was the experiences that convinced me. I started using their supplements, and began supporting my body instead of just suppressing symptoms.

Red Light Therapy: A New Layer of Healing

YouTube peaked my interest in Stem Cells, Mitochondria, and ATP and how our bodies can heal themselves. And that is how I discovered red light therapy. It’s a strange thing — the idea that light can heal. But when you realize your cells respond to light just like plants do, it clicks. I dove into the research and started experimenting with it. What I found was more than promising — it felt like a way to remind my body how to repair itself.

This shifted everything. I stopped seeing my health as something to “manage” and started seeing it as something to recover. To rebuild. From the inside out.

Today

I’m now completely med-free. My blood pressure is 117/72. I wake up naturally with the sun. I move every day. And — no exaggeration — I look and feel better than I did at 40.

I didn’t get here by doing what I was told. I got here by questioning, learning, testing, and reclaiming responsibility for my own biology. This site is part of that story. It’s not about selling products or pushing protocols. It’s about sharing what worked — for me — in the hope it helps someone else find their own path back to health.

If You’re Still Reading…

You’re probably on a journey of your own. If my story resonates, feel free to check out:

Or just reach out. I’m not a doctor — just someone who’s been through the fire and came out looking for truth. I publish frequently at this site, I also publish a newsletter, you can follow me on Facebook and X here (I’m more active on FB).

Whatever you’re facing — keep going. Your body remembers how to heal. You just have to give it the chance.