After Christina, word got around my clinic fast.
My colleague's patient, Dana, chronic migraine for 22 years, 11 failed preventives, about to file for disability, asked to see me.
"Dr. Nadkarni, whatever you did for your sister. I'm out of options and I'm out of money. My last neurologist literally said there was nothing left to try."
She'd spent more than $40,000 fighting this over the years, counting copays, infusions, and the Botox insurance stopped covering.
I gave her the same simple thing I gave Christina.
14 days later her attack count had dropped from 18 a month to 7.
7. Down from 18.
"I got a refill notification and realized I hadn't needed the pills in 2 weeks," she texted me.
Then the colleagues started asking what I was recommending.
A pediatric resident who'd had migraines since college.
A cardiologist's wife who'd quit her book club because she could never commit to a Wednesday.
An ER nurse who'd been buying triptans out of pocket for years.
A medical director, the same kind of person who signs the denial letters, asking me for one for his daughter.
Every. Single. One. Got. Better.
Not "less stressed" better.
Not "managing it" better.
Actually, measurably, fewer-days-on-the-spreadsheet better.