Two Fronts: Same Battle

The past decade was shrouded in darkness, but not where you might think. 

Most would assume the lowest points were in hospital corridors, watching my five-year-old son battle rare and aggressive cancers. While heartbreakingly difficult, that wasn’t the deepest darkness I encountered. That battle, waged against a merciless disease, didn’t shake my faith in humanity or challenge my understanding of the world. Was it a crisis? Yes. Did it make me question God’s existence and my will to carry on? Absolutely. But that time was also a testament to the power of human efforts aimed at healing—I had never felt more love and support as I watched the world try to save my son. 

The real despair kicked in on a different front: the battlefields of higher education. 

Here, I learned humanity could indeed wage war against itself, fueling sickness and demise not with viruses, but with policies and greed. My attempt to innovate within the education system—proposing a model a quarter of the price of traditional colleges, featuring one-on-one mentorship, community engagement, real-world apprenticeships, and vital life skills—met a grim reality. Policymakers, it turned out, weren't champions of children’s interests but of their own pockets.

Despite its promise, my model was doomed from the start. Why? Because the entrenched powers of higher education—armed with lobbyists and billions—ensured our school would never gain "accreditation." Our students’ achievements would never "count." I soon discovered accreditation bodies weren't just gatekeepers of quality but of the status quo, deciding arbitrarily what constituted "education" and where funds would flow.

It was a confounding revelation: Why wouldn’t educators want a model that could potentially salvage the 50% dropout rate? Why couldn’t there be more than one path to learning? Money—that was why. Higher education wasn't just an industry; it was a trillion-dollar empire keen on safeguarding every dollar, resistant to change that threatened its bottom line.

Disheartened yet enlightened, I walked away in 2023 to direct my energy toward another critical battle—rising chronic illnesses in children, including the type that had stricken my son. Surely, in healthcare, the stakes of human life would overshadow financial interests. Yet, the same specters haunted this field too. 

Under different aliases—but just the same—medical boards. 

Carbon copies of the accreditation bodies of education. Their gatekeeping in healthcare determined what constituted "medicine," affecting which treatments were accessible and which innovations would be taught to doctors as a tool (and which treatments would not see the light of day). 

Once again, I found myself thwarted by a system where financial incentives stifled life-saving knowledge. Yet, the stakes this time were too high to walk away and this time I’m smarter.

If you can’t beat them? Join them.

So we are creating a medical board and you can come join me. Meet the American Board of Precision Medicine. This is the first non-pharma influenced accreditation body (a non-profit organization), ready to redefine what medicine is by recognizing that it is more than drugs. We will certify and train the first doctors of their kind who recognize that every human is a N=1 that puts research ahead of profits.