Why I Switched to LCHF — And Why I Switched Back

Chuck eye roll, avocado, scrambled eggs

 

 

I was already eating low-carb, high-fat before my diagnosis.

 

Not because of cancer. Not because of any protocol or research. Just because it felt right.
My energy was stable, my body felt good, and the way I ate didn't feel like a diet — it felt like my normal.

 

Then I was diagnosed with follicular lymphoma.

 

During treatment, I kept eating loosely LCHF — not strictly, but I never fully let it go.
Looking back, that period was quiet. My scans were clean. Things were, for a while, okay.

 

Then my parents got worried.

 

They started reading. Talking to people.

Researching what cancer patients are supposed to eat.

Brown rice. Fermented foods. Mediterranean diet. Plant-based meals.

 

They meant well. They love me.

And honestly — I wanted to give them something they could do.

Something that felt like fighting alongside me.

 

So I switched.

 

For three years, I followed what they asked.

I was careful, consistent, genuinely committed.

I gave it every chance I had.

 

About 100 days after the switch, I relapsed.

 

Then I relapsed again.

 

I'm not saying the diet caused it. I don't know that. Nobody does.

 

But I remembered something I'd heard long before cancer entered my life — that cancer loves sugar.

That tumors feed on glucose. It's not a fringe idea. Most people have heard some version of this.

 

(I'll write more about the actual science — the Warburg Effect — in the next post.

  But you don't need to know the science to understand the instinct.)

 

At that point, my next treatment option was expensive. Very expensive.

And there were no guarantees it would work. (More on that [here])

 

So I started thinking:

what if I cut off the fuel supply?

What if I made the environment as hostile to cancer as I possibly could, while the treatment did its work?

Could I at least slow things down?

 

My parents already knew I'd tried their way. Fully, faithfully, for over three years.

 

This time, they listened.

 

And somewhere in between, a wave of content — documentaries, YouTube videos, researchers and doctors speaking plainly — had started making the case that carbohydrates were the problem, not fat. That helped too.

 

So I went back to LCHF. And I'm working toward carnivore.

 

This isn't a cure story. I don't know how this ends.

 

But it's my story, and this is the choice I made — with my eyes open, and my parents finally on board.

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⚠️ I am not a medical professional. Nothing in this blog constitutes medical advice. Please consult your doctor before making any changes to your diet or treatment plan.