Have your primary doc refer you to a Naturopathic Physician NP; medicare just approved it, some NP's will not participate, but I live in rural Vermont north, & I can get all the natural supplements I need; there are TWO NP's I know w/in 40 miles of each other. B12 inj, diet excluding all foods which my body's cells attack, (NO dairy, no salt, no sugar, no yeast or mushrooms, etc...) 4-5 small meals a day, walk at least 1/2 hr/per day. Vitamin D3, Norwegian Pure Cod Liver Oil (it's lemon flavored, hmmm) so I just take a measured dollop on my tongue, then IMMEDIATELY follow it w/ 100% juice, like prune, cider, cranberry-blackberry.... The Vit D tastes like heavy canola oil, only a drop/day. I have cut my "prescribed & loved by the drug companies' lobbyists" medicine in HALF... I have contistently weighed 175+! I started 5 years ago, @ 57yo, at 225lbs.. & working the same as my first job, 46 yrs ago, nanny & housekeeper... Before, molestation by a Doc as well as overdosing by 4X botox, leaving me permanently unable to smile; I druel 24/7, used to have great diction, now I slur, etc. I reported doc to Atty. Gen'l of VT who tapped my phone & I asked doc pointed questions, to which he answered each time, "yes, I'm sorry"; a few punitive measures, he NEVER stopped & still is, a well-known practicing optomologist; then 11 mos. later, I had been "ignorantly" beaten & abused by cops who did the exact opposite of what I needed; that caused the worst Panic Attack I'd ever had & disabled physically & emotionally... 5 yrs now... yet raised 2 kids alone, who are happy & 3000 mi.away....I was working 2 jobs while going thru a total break-down at the hands of local cops (who said "I'm sorry I victimized you'.) I'm now in HUD funded housing for the disabled (PTSD since Birth) plus other psychiatric & medical issues. It is lonely, quiet, dark & small (right on the road which leads to Mt. Mansfield & Spruce Peak Ski Resorts,) etc....I was 5'8", 110 at HS Grad; I left little ol'Montpelier & headed for the partying life... As well as working p.t perm. interm. for the USCensus/30yrs, I had a FT front office mgr. job at the local rag for five years, got fired (1st time in my career of 45 years). Then my 15yo JRT died, an adopted dog hung itself trying to jump out the car window 4 months later; the only job I could find was exactly like my very first job @ 11yrs; nanny/housekeeper for 3yo b/g twins, in a huge house. I never became a drinker or smoker, but in denial of my lifelong PTSD.... these two incidents put me over the edge, I'll never be the same, but being adopted (after the first 4.5 yrs in abusive (you name it) foster homes; 0-5, the formative years... )) one might wonder how sane I am.... but, I am a survivor, as I have not told you even 1/10 of my life's story.... peace, margo