WHY I FEEL
My name is Kijana. My brother, El’Ray Wiseman, died in August of 2009 after over 30 years of living with chronic heart failure and multiple heart by-pass operations. My Mom and most of my cousins and Mother's family suffer the same disease.
As our mothers aged, Aundra and I watched them both begin to take an increasingly alarming number of pills and doctor-prescribed “nutritional supplemental beverages” All of which seemed to have more side effects than the disorder they were suppose to treat.
When my Mother could no longer take care of herself, my husband, Aundra and I took her into our home. We had already kept his Mother the year before she went into a nursing home. I spent the next few years concentrating on keeping her alive. After she began to decline into dementia and diabetes, Mother’s primary care physician-- a very sweet Indian lady who believed in alternative medicine-- suggested I add tumeric (or “turmeric”) to her food when possible. I purchase raw tumeric root, as instructed, soaked it in apple cider vinegar, dried it out, ground it with black pepper and sprinkled it on just about everything mother ate that required spice. Mother’s skin began to glow again, and after about three months of silence, she made an amazing, though brief, comeback--talking and responding to questions; praying and singing her favorite songs with me once again.
It was an epiphany for both me and my husband. We knew it was the turmeric.
When Mother finally made her transition in November of 2014, I was emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Family matters had stressed me to the breaking point. We left town and I literally slept for the better part of 2 weeks. I was TIRED. After Christmas, I went for a checkup and found that my blood pressure was 180/105 and cholesterol registered at 483. My PCP said I also had pre-diabetes and impending heart failure. She prescribed the usual cholesterol, high BP and sugar trio of meds and referred me to the Heart Failure clinic at Houston’s St. Luke’s Hospital.
THE CREATION OF GINGARTUM.
The heart transplant surgeon I was assigned to could not see me until June, 2015. Aundra noticed that I wasn’t taking the meds assigned me--after reading the scary side effects and remembering what happened to our mothers.
He remembered the dramatic effect the turmeric had on my Mother’s physical and mental health and decided to see if he could use food for medicine. He added the tumeric to two other roots, garlic and ginger. He had learned of and began reworking a 3,000 year old Ayurvedic medicine recipe...that these roots all had anti-inflammatory, nutritional, detoxification and other health benefit properties, so he juice them for us.
“It’s Incremental Detoxification.”
We drank an ounce or two a day and within a few weeks, we began to feel and look better and better. My hands and feet were no longer numb in the mornings. I also began to notice that my back stopped hurting.... my left knee was longer stiff and my bones didn’t creak anymore when I went upstairs...I felt amazingly relaxed and energetic and though I was eating normally, we both began realize we were slowly losing weight.
My doctors noted the steady drop in my chronically high blood pressure and my cardiologist was surprised to discover that, though I was not taking any of the prescription drugs assigned me, my cholesterol had dropped drastically to 269 when I saw him in June; then 242 in September. By December, when he saw that I was no longer diabetic, my BP was circling 120/80 and my cholesterol was an almost normal 205, he asked me to bring him a bottle of the juice on my next visit.
March, 2016: My blood work was trending normal and my doctor noted that I was taking Gingartum and took me off of all the prescription medicines that I was not taking. June of 2015: he said my results only confirmed his March diagnosis, adding “I’m going to have trouble keeping you in this program.”
A Pleasant side-effect!...
Folks started asking Aundra and I why we were both looking younger than before. We shared some with our immediate family, friends and neighbors... who began stopping by with jars and bottles for refills. It began to dawn on us that we needed to really formalize this into a company, get serious and step up our production. We took some classes and started bottling and freezing the juice in 24 bottle batches so we could have enough on hand for all of them and us. They, however told their friends who told their friends who started asking where they could get some.
We purchased a domain name, LLC, website and made arrangements to cook in at a friend’s nearby commercial kitchen. Got a manufacture’s license, sent the juice to a lab in Dallas for testing... and began the process of making what was a life saver for me into a company that was beginning to help a lot of other people “reprogram” their body for health.
UPDATE: At the time of this writing, I feel and look like I did before menopause, am not diabetic, my cholesterol is under 200 and my blood pressure averages 116/77; my skin looks wrinkle-fee and supple, and my hands and feet no longer are frozen--or even tingle--in the mornings.
In March, of 2017, I had a complete physical and annual well woman exam with new a primary care physicians group. Doctors were surprised at my deceptive youthful appearance, blood test numbers and overall well-being. I was pleased that no prescriptions were either offered or mentioned by my doctors.
I love salads and water tastes amazing now. I just take 4 oz of Gingartum and 10,000iu of D3 with K2 daily.
Except with a small spat of food poisoning, I haven't been sick in years. My last 4 med exams have been described as "text-book" by my doctor ...and still no prescriptions!
I have to admit, I truly I love how people step back in surprise when I tell them I’m 71!
WHY I AM STILL
-Aundra S. Fusilier
When I was a young man, I played football in high school (was all-star for St. Thomas High, Houston TX) and college (University of South Carolina). I was informed by our team doctors that I had an "irregular heartbeat"--but not to worry about it, because most people live with it all their lives without a problem.
I remember, however, when sometimes on the field, when I over-exerted, my chest would burn, the Coach told me to ignore it, work through it and it would be OK. I took his advice and decided to work harder to push through the pain. That determination paid off in the long run since I developed a very high pain threshold and excelled at the sport. After I received a full college scholarship, I found out that we had a family history of high cholesterol and so I made a special effort to eat a lot of heart-healthy salads, fish and grains. Even after I left college, I developed a habit of working out three to four times a week.
In 2015, when Kijana’s health started to decline, I used the knowledge we gained from taking care of our mothers to put together the basis for Gingartum. The formula at first was not that “tasty” but proved to be very effective.
Determined to add ingredients that would not only be beneficial, but make it taste good Kijana and I added lots and lots of fresh juiced carrots, lemons, limes, lecithin, organic apple cider vinegar, black pepper (for tumeric absorption) and coconut sugar (for both taste and heavy minerals). Tweaking the recipe took months of taste-testing by our patient friends and neighbors.
When I first started taking Gingartum, I noticed increased digestive health...lost the “old man” belly I had started growing.. my blood pressure was textbook 120/80 or lower, cholesterol reports slowly trended normal and there was new boost in the stamina I felt during my workouts; additionally, I noticed that my thought processes seemed clearer. Long story short... I just felt great.
September 2016...Labor Day weekend--I had entirely too much fun with family and friends. I decided to work off all the food and drink I had enjoyed entirely too much --including a delectable 8 course Vietnamese dim sum wedding dinner and a day in the park with friends. So I went to the gym after work and did double my normal workout (machines, weights, 20 laps in the pool instead of 10, etc).
As I left the steam room, I passed out, cracked my skull on a bench and wound up spending a week in a Clear Lake hospital. The doctors there ran all sorts of tests trying to find out why I fainted, but all my vitals were coming back to them textbook normal--except for my irregular heartbeat. Anyway, $170,000 worth of tests later, they reluctantly released me with no prescriptions.
February 26, 2017...The night after a date to see "Get Out" with Kijana, where I had a single mixed drink, I woke up with what I thought was a hang-over. I noticed, however, that I only felt dizzy when I stood up and walked. When the same wooziness continued into the next day, my wife took my vitals. My BP was 120/80, but my pulse was only 34 beats per minute! Since normal pulse rates are closer to the 70-90 BPM, Kijana rushed me to the St. Luke Hospital ER.
The doctors at St. Luke’s seem amazed that I was totally conscious with 120/80 BP but a heart that was only beating at what would normally be that of a person in a coma. (”How is he even talking to us???”)
It took the super-talented team of doctors and students from Baylor Medical School less than an hour to diagnose that I had a chronic condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) --reportedly the leading cause of sudden death in athletes.
Evidently my irregular heart beat was caused by a thickening of the heart muscles that was not allowing the nerves to properly stimulate the bottom portion of my heart. They said that the two bottom chambers of my heart (ventricles) had stopped beating completely and only the hard working top chamber (atrium) was standing between me and the great beyond.
The electrocardiologist they called in said he was amazed that I hadn’t died in my sleep the night before and asked what drugs or supplements was I taking. We showed him the Gingartum bottle and corresponding literature.
“Ahh...This,” he said tapping the card. “Explains it.” and told us, the other doctors--and now student doctors they had called into the room to observe this unusual case. He said that all the ingredients listed are anti-inflammatory and there was a high probability that the combination of them worked to aid in thinning my blood enough to help my atrium chamber keep blood flowing to my brain--keeping me conscious...and alive. He then said that the EKG they ran showed that my singular working heart chamber (which had now dropped to 32 BPM) was getting tired and would soon stop if they didn’t put in a pacemaker to stimulate the other chambers to join in and help.
Made sense to me.
Less than 2 hours later, my new pacemaker was in. That next morning, they sent me home. When asked what drugs they were going to assign me, Kijana was told they were giving me just 5 days of antibiotics to keep away infections from the surgery.
“He doesn’t need anything else.” the surgeon said. “His stats are amazing. His problem was a totally electrical one and not nutritional at all. Just keep taking that ginger juice you guys use.... He’ll be fine.”
Truer words were never spoken. Since that pacemaker was installed, I feel like I haven’t felt in years. New energy. Clearer head. Better workouts. Calmer nerves.
My blood pressure is a consistent 117/74 and my apple watch tells me my heart is ticking along just fine.
Who would’ve thought....
I resurrected and adapted this 3,000 year old Ayurvedic recipe to save my wife’s life...but it wound up saving mine first.
It’s a habit:
Exercise. Laugh often
Eat raw food and fresh water daily.
Drink Gingartum....Stay Well.