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Deanna Protocol - Day One

We made the decision to try an alternative treatment to combat my rapidly-progressing ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease).  Since this mode of treatment requires taking so many supplements, approximately 30 pills/capsules per day plus powdered concoctions, coconut oil, and an IV a week.  We figured a gradual ramp-up would be in order to protect against digestive upset.

My husband, myself and a friend shopped the local warehouse store, as well as a big box supplement retailer, and purchased most of the required compounds.  AKG, Cysteplus, Neurochondria, and Glutathione had to await Super Saver shipping as we found them on Amazon.com.

Day One, I took the following:

AAKG (Arginine alpha keto-glutarate)  3 grams
GABA 250 mg
Ubiquinol (CoQ10) 200 mg (full dose)
5-HTP 50 mg (full dose)
Ginkgo Biloba 120 mg (full dose)
Vitamin D3 5,000 iu (full dose)

In addition, I also take 300 mg GabaPentin twice per day, OTC Advil LiquiGels twice per day, Probiotic 10 twice per day, and a Ditrapan (for urge incontinence) one dose at bedtime.
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I experienced a surge of energy and walked briskly with my cane about a 1/2 mile.  My stools became soft and I used the bathroom more than usual.  Stayed up late since I had energy, reading "Eat Right for Your Type" by Peter J. D'Adamo

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