The Hoax of Hope

I am skeptical about everything. I collect information carefully and take notes and pictures. I did these things when a video popped up about a new treatment for dementia, Alzheimers and Parkinson’s disease.

Dementia will likely be my fate, Parkinson’s is my sister’s. I desperately search for anything that might interfer with the progression Parkinson’s symptoms and memory loss.

We slowly lost parts of our mother over many years. It was heartbreaking to watch. I do not want to drain my family’s energy and resources by becoming a burden. We have worked really hard for what we have.

The video included two famous doctors that I respect. It also included a mention of indigenous population with high dementia incidences in Guam. Two famous actors were interviewed who claimed they had been helped by the supplement.

The cause of supposed memory decline was caused by numerous pollutants, especially cadmium chloride. Cadmium is a toxic metal. The video claimed the metal could be removed by a special honey and damage restored by an herb. Too good to be true!

Then a white and purple bottle appeared. I took a screen shot of it. Thank goodness I did this. I tried to save the video, but it disappeared. I sent it to my sister.

I searched for the bottle on the internet. The purple and white bottles looked slightly different than the photo I took. The fake FDA sticker strategically covered the brand name.

I researched backwards… Gupta, Collins, Guam, honey… FAKE, FAKE, FAKE, FAKE.

Wouldn’t it be great if REAL hope only cost $19.99 a bottle!

What a cruel way to make a buck.

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2 thoughts on “The Hoax of Hope

  1. About 10 years before my momma went to heaven, I was just beginning to have an inkling that something was more than just a little bit “off” about my mom’s memory. One day, as I was helping my sweet momma find her checkbook (again), I opened the cabinet door to her china cabinet buffet. The space was stuffed with boxes and boxes of supplements, all of which made promises they could not keep–and momma didn’t know how to stop the shipments and routine dings to the credit card number she had supplied. It was all so sad. One bottle promised to rid her of her arthritic joint pain, and another assured it would give her mental clarity. It truly is a cruel business model.

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