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I stumbled across this book after 27 years of suffering from migraines which had by this point become debilitating. Pressured by the migraines, I eventually began to repeatedly harass my doctor, in order that we might together come up with a solution beyond a dependency on Imitrex/sumatriptan (a dependency wich began with pills and was now escalating to injections - the epipen thingy). Test after test came back normal but still I continued to suspect it was blood sugar related, mostly because I found that if I managed to eat regularly, which wasn't easy given my occupation at the time, the frequency of migraines would decrease, and if I quickly ate something protein rich like milk or chicken nuggets (if I was out), my symptoms (which I later identified as neuroglycopenia) would abate. I even went to a diabetes specialist and her tests came back normal and her recommendation was acupuncture or a shrink. Still I remained certain. And worse the migraines became. Back I went to the office and the doctor covering the office that day sends me for a glucose tolerance test. The results - ugly. Eventually, a year or so later, after nearly getting myself and potentially others as well killed after going the wrong way at a very (at that time) confusing intersection on the way to the hospital my doctor was convinced it was time to send me to see another specialist, this time, in the big city, at one of the teaching hospitals. Even then, that did not completely solve the problem, although he did help point me in the right direction (like some medical version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey). Ultimately, it was me, the waitress, googling 'symptoms of neuroglycopenia at normal blood sugar levels' who was able to accurately diagnose the issue (although the specialist alluded to it, telling me I had a problem with the glucostat (not on the internet) in my braiin, and my blood sugar levels were running hot, a.k.a. Relative Hypoglycemia. Only then, and once I began realizing that the sumatriptan wasn't doing me any favors as I found myself having greater than expected difficulty walking up flights of stairs did I finally really begin to buckle down and make the lasting changes advocated by author. This book is one that will leave you scratching your head and wondering what in the bleep is wrong with the medical establishment (a lot - for one, human beings aren't cylon models - what is 'normal' for one, isn't necessarily 'normal' for another). Anyone wanting to live longer than 56 needs to read this book. And I agree with other reviewers that it is unbelievable that this book isn't on the NYT best seller list. Apparently some other factor is at work because this book merits that and more. Why? Google 'relative hypoglycemia' and find out. Among the first items on the list is a research article from something like 1960, in which a medical doctor or psychiatrist discovers that relative hypoglycemia often presents as mental illness. I trust I don't have to tell you what that is like, spending 27 years of your life thinking you might be crazy and others thinking so as well, only to discover 27 years in that it is simply a matter of better controlling your blood sugar which I've learned to do and now I feel great! Like a whole different person, with less and less frequent migraines and less and less frequent use of medication to control them. In fact, now I hardly use the sumatriptan at all, although I continue to carry it with me, in case I fail to eat soon enough to maintain my blood sugar levels, or in case I fail to accurately take into account the effects of stress/strenuous exercise. What I learned from this experience is something I've known for quite some time. That is, you have to do your own research, and you, yourself are the patient's best advocate - if not you, who? And remember, as I said to one of my best friends just the other day, it wasn't long ago that doctors were still blood letting, and as she herself remarked (in jest), they've probably still got some leaches hidden in a drawer somewhere. A bit of an exaggeration perhaps, what with MRI's and all, but to some extent, true. For more on this subject see the book, Patient Heal Thyself, also available on Amazon.com.