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This is why we don’t drink Raw milk and who the woman behind the discovery was!https://www.facebook.com/share/1DAuRL5ti6...
12/26/2025

This is why we don’t drink Raw milk and who the woman behind the discovery was!

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She discovered raw milk was killing thousands of children. The dairy industry called her a liar. Scientists mocked her for being a woman. Children kept dying for twelve more years.

1918. Washington, D.C.

Alice Catherine Evans, a 39-year-old microbiologist working for the U.S. Department of Agriculture, published a paper that should have changed everything immediately.
She'd discovered that raw milk was contaminated with Brucella bacteria, causing a disease called undulant fever (now known as brucellosis). The symptoms were brutal: recurring fevers that came in waves, drenching sweats, joint pain so severe people couldn't walk, crushing fatigue that lasted months or years.
And it was killing people. Mostly children.
Thousands of children were dying every year from diseases carried in raw milk—tuberculosis, typhoid, scarlet fever, diphtheria, and now Evans had identified another one: brucellosis.
The solution was simple: pasteurization. Heat the milk to kill the bacteria. It was already known technology, used in some cities but not widely adopted because the dairy industry insisted it was unnecessary.
"Milk is nature's perfect food," they said. "Pure and wholesome."
Alice Evans had proven it was contaminated and deadly.
The dairy industry's response was swift: destroy her credibility.
They called her findings "alarmist." They said she was creating panic. They hired their own scientists to dispute her research. They pressured journals not to publish her follow-up studies.
And they had a devastating weapon: Alice Evans was a woman without a PhD.
She had a Master's degree in bacteriology from the University of Wisconsin—more education than many of her male colleagues. But she didn't have a doctorate because most PhD programs wouldn't accept women.
The dairy industry and skeptical scientists used this against her relentlessly.
At scientific conferences, her papers were introduced as "the lady scientist's theory about milk." Not Dr. Evans' research. Not Evans' findings. "The lady scientist."
Male scientists would stand up during her presentations and ask if she'd "considered that correlation isn't causation" or suggest she'd made "errors in technique"—implying she was too incompetent to do proper science.
One colleague asked her during a conference if she'd be "more comfortable serving tea" than presenting research.
She was isolated, mocked, and systematically dismissed.
And children kept dying.
In the early 1920s, childhood mortality from milk-borne diseases was staggering. In some cities, contaminated milk killed more children than any other single cause. Parents would give their children milk—thinking they were providing nutrition—and watch them develop fevers, waste away, die.
Evans knew every day that pasteurization wasn't adopted, more children died. She compiled statistics. She showed the death rates. She published paper after paper demonstrating the link between raw milk and disease.
The dairy industry fought back harder.
They claimed pasteurization would destroy milk's nutritional value (false). They said it was too expensive (false). They argued that only "inferior" milk needed pasteurization and their milk was "clean" (false).
They had money, political influence, and an entire industry united against one woman scientist.
Then in 1922, Alice Evans contracted brucellosis.
She'd been working with Brucella cultures in the lab when she somehow got infected—probably through a small cut or by inhaling aerosolized bacteria. Within weeks, she developed the exact symptoms she'd been warning about.
Fever that spiked to 104°F, then broke, then returned days later. Joint pain so severe she could barely walk. Exhaustion so profound she couldn't work for weeks at a time.
For the next THREE YEARS, she was intermittently bedridden with recurring bouts of the disease. She would recover slightly, return to work, then relapse.
She was living proof of what she'd discovered. She was suffering from the disease she'd identified. She was experiencing exactly what thousands of children were experiencing after drinking contaminated milk.
And still, the dairy industry fought pasteurization.
Still, male scientists dismissed her work.
Still, her own employer—the U.S. Department of Agriculture—refused to promote her or give her the recognition male scientists received for lesser achievements.
In 1922, while she was sick with brucellosis, Evans was passed over for promotion. The position went to a man with less experience and fewer publications.
The stated reason? She didn't have a PhD.
The real reason? She was a woman who'd made powerful enemies by threatening a profitable industry.
Evans kept fighting. Between bouts of illness, she continued researching, publishing, speaking at conferences, compiling evidence.
Finally, in the mid-1920s, a male scientist—Dr. William Park at Cornell—repeated Evans' experiments and confirmed her findings.
Suddenly, the scientific establishment listened.
Not because the evidence was any different. Not because the dead children were any more numerous. But because a man with a prestigious position had validated what Evans had been saying for seven years.
By 1930—TWELVE YEARS after Evans' original publication—mandatory pasteurization was finally widely adopted across the United States.
Childhood mortality from milk-borne diseases plummeted. Thousands of children who would have died from contaminated milk survived. Brucellosis cases dropped dramatically.
Alice Evans had been right all along.
But it took twelve years, a male scientist's confirmation, and thousands of preventable deaths before anyone acted on her research.
Here's what makes this story rage-inducing:
The dairy industry knew. They knew pasteurization worked. They knew their milk was contaminated. They chose profits over children's lives and fought a woman scientist who tried to save those children.
The scientific establishment knew. Male scientists who dismissed Evans weren't stupid—they were sexist. They couldn't accept that a woman without a PhD had discovered something they'd missed. So they demanded "more evidence" while children died.
The government knew. The U.S. Department of Agriculture employed Evans. They had her research. They could have mandated pasteurization immediately. Instead, they refused to promote her and let the dairy industry lobby delay action for over a decade.
Everyone knew. No one acted. Children died.
And Alice Evans, sick with the disease she'd discovered, kept fighting.
She worked at the National Institutes of Health until her retirement in 1945. She was 66 years old and had spent nearly 30 years fighting for recognition of her research.
Only late in her career did recognition finally come:

1928: First woman elected president of the Society of American Bacteriologists (19 years into her career)
1934: Awarded honorary degree from Wilson College
1936: Awarded honorary Doctor of Science from her alma mater, University of Wisconsin

But here's the timeline that matters:

1918: Discovered the problem, published the solution
1930: Solution finally implemented
1936: Received honorary doctorate—18 years after the discovery that saved thousands of lives

She was given awards after the fight was over, after the children were saved, after it was safe to acknowledge she'd been right all along.
Alice Evans lived to be 94 years old. She died in 1975, having witnessed the complete transformation of milk safety in America.
Every child who drinks pasteurized milk today is alive partly because of Alice Evans' work. Every mother who gives her child milk without fear of fatal disease benefits from Evans' research.
But most people who drink milk have no idea who Alice Evans was.
They don't know about the twelve-year fight. They don't know about the dairy industry's campaign to discredit her. They don't know she got sick with the disease she'd discovered and kept fighting anyway.
They just know milk is safe.
Because that's how it should be. Milk should be safe. Children shouldn't die from drinking milk.
But it took a woman scientist fighting against an industry, against her own profession, against a government that employed her but wouldn't promote her, against a disease that made her bedridden while she was trying to save others from it.
It took Alice Evans refusing to stop, refusing to be silenced, refusing to accept that children's lives mattered less than dairy profits.
Here's her own words, from late in her life, about those years:
"I was fighting not just for scientific truth, but for the right to be heard. They dismissed me because I was a woman, not because my science was wrong. And while they dismissed me, children died. That's what I can't forgive—not that they doubted me, but that they let children die rather than admit a woman might be right."
Today, every developed country requires milk pasteurization. Brucellosis is rare in humans in countries with safe milk supplies. Childhood mortality from milk-borne diseases is almost non-existent.
This didn't happen naturally. It happened because Alice Catherine Evans discovered the problem, published the solution, and fought for twelve years while the dairy industry, the scientific establishment, and her own government tried to silence her.
She won. Eventually.
But "eventually" meant twelve more years of children dying from something preventable.
That's not a victory. That's a tragedy with a better ending than it could have had.
Alice Evans deserved to publish in 1918 and have pasteurization mandated immediately. She deserved to be promoted and recognized and celebrated.
Instead, she got mockery, illness, career stagnation, and credit decades late.
But she saved thousands of lives anyway.
Every glass of safe milk is her legacy.
Every child who doesn't die from brucellosis is alive because she refused to stop fighting.
The dairy industry tried to destroy her career.
Scientists mocked her for being a woman.
Her government refused to promote her.
The disease she discovered nearly killed her.
And she saved the children anyway.
That's not "quiet force." That's revolutionary courage.
Alice Catherine Evans proved that raw milk was killing children, and then she fought for twelve years until someone finally listened.
Remember her name when you pour milk for your child.
She's why that milk is safe.

Fascinating story about the discovery of insulin and how it saved a 14-year-old boy with Type 1 Diabeteshttps://www.fac...
12/26/2025

Fascinating story about the discovery of insulin and how it saved a 14-year-old boy with Type 1 Diabetes

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A 14-year-old boy lay dying at 65 pounds, drifting in and out of consciousness. His father agreed to inject him with an experimental drug never tested on humans. That injection changed medicine forever.
Toronto General Hospital, early January 1922. Leonard Thompson was disappearing. At 14 years old, he weighed only 65 pounds. His hair was falling out. The smell of acetone hung on his breath—a sign his body was consuming itself. He drifted in and out of a diabetic coma.
Three years earlier, Leonard had been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. In 1919, that diagnosis was a death sentence. There was no treatment. No cure. Just a brutal countdown to the inevitable.
The only thing doctors could offer was starvation. They called it "careful dietary regulation." Leonard's doctor restricted him to 450 calories a day—less than two small meals. The logic was cruel but simple: if sugar was killing him, he should eat almost nothing that could become sugar.
It bought him time. Not much. Not enough.
Children with diabetes wasted away on these starvation diets. Some lasted a year. Most didn't make it that long. They died of malnutrition if the disease didn't kill them first. Parents watched their children fade, knowing there was nothing anyone could do.
By December 1921, Leonard was out of time. His parents, Harry and Florence Thompson, brought him to Toronto General Hospital. He was skeletal. Weak. Slipping away.
The doctors told Harry Thompson the truth: his son was dying. There was nothing conventional medicine could offer.
But there was something unconventional. Something experimental. Something that had never been tried on a human being.
Harry Thompson had to make an impossible choice.
While Leonard fought for his life, a young surgeon named Frederick Banting was working on a theory in a makeshift laboratory at the University of Toronto. Banting believed the pancreas produced an internal secretion that regulated blood sugar. If he could isolate it, maybe—just maybe—he could treat diabetes.
Banting was tenacious but not particularly distinguished. When he'd first approached Professor John Macleod with his idea, Macleod had been skeptical. Eventually, Macleod gave Banting a cramped lab, some dogs to experiment on, and a medical student named Charles Best to help with the chemistry.
Through the summer of 1921, Banting and Best worked obsessively. They removed the pancreases from dogs, induced diabetes, then injected the animals with pancreatic extract. The results were undeniable: blood sugar dropped. Symptoms improved. Dogs on the verge of death recovered.
Colleagues looked at their "thick brown muck" and doubted it would ever work in humans.
By November 1921, Banting and Best had announced their discovery to the scientific community. By January 1922, with biochemist James Collip working to purify the extract and Macleod providing oversight, they had something they believed might work in a human patient.
They needed someone desperate enough to try.
Leonard Thompson was that desperate.
On January 11, 1922, doctors administered the first human injection of pancreatic extract. Leonard's father stood by, watching, praying, hoping for a miracle.
The injection failed.
The extract was too impure. Leonard developed hives—an allergic reaction. His blood sugar barely moved. There was no improvement. No miracle. Just a sick boy getting sicker.
The team could have given up. The first human trial had failed. They could have concluded it was too dangerous, too unpredictable, impossible to translate from dogs to humans.
Instead, they went back to the lab.
James Collip worked day and night to refine the purification process. He optimized the alcohol extraction, removed protein contaminants, washed away lipids and salts. He created a purer, more concentrated formula.
Twelve days passed. Twelve days of Leonard growing weaker. Twelve days of his parents watching and waiting.
On January 23, 1922, doctors injected Leonard Thompson with the refined extract for the second time.
This time, something happened.
Within hours, Leonard's blood sugar levels plummeted from dangerously high to near normal. The acetone smell on his breath began to fade. His vital signs stabilized.
His medical records documented what happened next: "The boy became brighter, more active, looked better and said he felt stronger."
Leonard Thompson—the skeletal 14-year-old who'd been hours from death—started to recover.
He received daily injections from January 23 through early February. He gained weight. His strength returned. The color came back to his face. In May 1922, he went home.
The news spread like wildfire. A dying boy had been brought back from the edge. A disease that had been an absolute death sentence for thousands of years suddenly had a treatment.
Newspapers around the world ran the story. The New York Times declared: "One by one the implacable enemies of man, the diseases which seek his destruction, are overcome by science. Diabetes, one of the most dreaded, is the latest to succumb."
But there was a problem: supply.
Parents flooded the University of Toronto with desperate letters. My daughter is dying. My son has weeks to live. Please, can you send insulin? The demand was overwhelming. The team could barely produce enough for Leonard and a handful of other critically ill patients in Toronto.
Between March and May 1922, production actually failed completely. Collip couldn't replicate his purification process reliably at scale. Leonard went months without steady insulin supply, surviving on whatever batches the team could produce.
It wasn't until October 1922 that Leonard finally had a permanent, steady supply of insulin.
That's when Eli Lilly Company entered the picture. Initially reluctant, the pharmaceutical company partnered with the University of Toronto in mid-1922. They developed industrial-scale production methods. By 1923, they were shipping insulin across North America and around the world.
Children who would have died started living. Parents who'd been preparing funerals started planning futures.
In October 1923—just 21 months after Leonard's first successful injection—the Nobel Committee awarded the Prize in Physiology or Medicine to Frederick Banting and John Macleod.
It remains the shortest time between a medical discovery and a Nobel Prize in history.
Banting was furious that Charles Best hadn't been included. He immediately announced he was sharing his prize money with Best. Macleod followed suit, sharing his portion with James Collip.
All four men knew the truth: this hadn't been one person's genius. It had been collaboration, persistence, and one desperate father's willingness to let his dying son become a guinea pig for an untested treatment.
Leonard Thompson lived for 13 more years on insulin. He gained weight. He grew. He lived a relatively normal teenage life and young adulthood—something that would have been impossible three years earlier.
On April 20, 1935, Leonard Thompson died of pneumonia at age 27. The pneumonia was likely a complication of his diabetes, but it wasn't diabetes that killed him. Insulin had given him 13 years. Thirteen years to grow up. Thirteen years his parents never thought they'd have.
Without insulin, Leonard would have died in January 1922 at age 14. Because of insulin, he lived to 27.
Today, more than 100 years later, millions of people live full lives with Type 1 diabetes. They use insulin pens, insulin pumps, continuous glucose monitors. They go to school, build careers, have families, grow old.
Every single one of them owes their life to a 14-year-old boy named Leonard Thompson and his father's courage to try something no one had ever tried before.
Because sometimes progress doesn't come from certainty. It comes from desperate hope. From parents willing to risk everything for a chance. From scientists willing to keep trying after failure. From one person agreeing to be first when "first" might mean death.
Leonard Thompson was the bridge between a world where diabetes was always fatal and a world where it's simply something you manage.
His legacy isn't in textbooks or monuments. It's in every person alive today because of insulin. It's in every parent who didn't have to bury a child with diabetes. It's in every life that continued instead of ending.
The next time you see someone check their blood sugar or use an insulin pen, remember: that simple act was impossible until a 14-year-old boy and his desperate father said yes to an untested injection.
Leonard Thompson proved something essential: hope is never a lost cause. Even when doctors have no answers, even when death seems certain, even when you're down to your last option—sometimes that last option is the one that changes everything.
He was the first person to receive insulin. He was the first to prove it could work. He was the first to show the world that diabetes didn't have to be a death sentence.
And because he went first, millions of others got to go second, third, fourth—got to live when they should have died.
That's not just a medical breakthrough. That's a revolution. One injection, one boy, one impossible choice that changed medicine forever.
In honor of Leonard Thompson (1908-1935), the first person to receive insulin and live—proving that sometimes the most powerful medicine isn't certainty, it's courage.

Fauci was and continues to be an incredible scientist and advocate for health and safety. He deserved better than he was...
12/24/2025

Fauci was and continues to be an incredible scientist and advocate for health and safety. He deserved better than he was given!

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Anthony Fauci stood at a White House podium in 2020, looked straight into the cameras, and said something no modern American official was supposed to say out loud.
“I don’t think this is going to be over quickly.”
Behind him sat a system that needed certainty. Markets wanted reassurance. Politicians wanted timelines. The public wanted a promise. Fauci gave none.
That moment was not new for him. It was repetition.
For four decades, Fauci had occupied the same uncomfortable position. During the AIDS crisis of the 1980s, patients screamed at him in the streets while governments ignored them. Activists called him a k!LLer. Bureaucrats called him inconvenient. He kept showing up anyway, delivering data that made everyone angry because it refused to flatter anyone’s narrative.
His job was not to calm people. It was to tell them what they did not want to hear.
By the time COVID arrived, Fauci had advised six presidents. He had survived administrations, scandals, epidemics, and political cycles by following one rule that never changed.
Evidence first. Comfort later. Sometimes never.
That rule made him powerful. It also made him disposable.
When science collided with politics, Fauci became a liability. Death threats arrived daily. Security followed him everywhere. His family’s safety was discussed in operational briefings. He did not resign. He did not soften his language. He corrected leaders publicly, knowing exactly what it would cost.
“I represent science,” he said once. “And that can be inconvenient.”
What most people missed was that Fauci was not chasing influence. He was absorbing pressure. His role was not to win arguments. It was to slow catastrophe by fractions that would never be visible.
Lives saved quietly do not trend.
Anthony Fauci is often remembered as a controversial figure. That framing misses the point.
His real legacy is narrower and harder.
He showed that in a system addicted to certainty, the most dangerous thing you can offer is honesty without guarantees.
And that sometimes the bravest position is standing between reality and the people who desperately want it simplified.

Unfortunately, I agree with this sentiment. Listen to you doctor and no longer look at CDC or HHS recommendations. These...
12/06/2025

Unfortunately, I agree with this sentiment. Listen to you doctor and no longer look at CDC or HHS recommendations. These sites used to be a trusted resource for doctors and patients but no longer is. I would trust your doctor when making any important decisions about vaccinations. The VAST majority of physicians still practice evidence based medicine and will guide you with your best health interests in mind.

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