She came in wanting to do right by her husband.
He’d been losing weight — the kind of weight loss that says something’s wrong — and she’d spent weeks trying to reverse it. Cream in his coffee, butter in his soups, all the gristle he could handle. She’d read somewhere that fat was the most calorie-dense food she could give him, and she was right.
She’d also read that seed oils were toxic, that the real enemy was vegetable oil, that we were supposed to be eating traditional animal fats all along.
By the time she was admitted herself — heart procedure, blood pressure that had been climbing for months, both of them now taking turns as patients — she told me she suspected the diet hadn’t helped. In the quiet space between us, there wasn’t room left to argue.
This is happening constantly now, and it’s only going to accelerate.
