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Margaret from church told me something about Prolia my own doctor never did. 8 months later my DEXA scan proved she was right. I don't trust pharmaceutical companies. I've watched what their drugs do to women. Jawbone necrosis. Femur fractures. Women trapped on Prolia for life because the rebound is worse than the disease itself. I watched what those drugs did to my mother and I will not go down that road. I have prayed about my bones every night for three years. I have asked God to show me an answer that doesn't come from a prescription pad. He answered me through a woman named Margaret who sits two rows ahead of me at church. Nine months ago my DEXA came back negative 2.5 T-score in my lumbar spine. Osteoporosis. My mother had osteoporosis. She fractured her hip at 68 stepping off a curb. One misstep. That's all it took. Hospital. Rehab. Wheelchair. 18 months of watching the strongest woman I've ever known disappear. She stopped going to church. Stopped cooking Sunday dinner. Stopped being the woman who held our family together. She died at 70. I'm 64. She fractured at 68. Four years. I think about that every single day. I'd been doing everything right. Calcium citrate 1200mg every morning. D3 5000 IU. K2 as MK-7. Magnesium glycinate at night. Six months of AlgaeCal at $80 a month. Over $240 a month on supplements. My bones kept getting worse. The stiffness came first. Then the pain in my hips. Some mornings it took ten minutes just to move normally after getting out of bed. I'd sit at church for an hour and have to warm up my legs before I could stand. Gripping the pew so nobody would see me struggling. My grandson plays baseball. I stopped going because I couldn't handle the bleachers. He asked why I never come anymore. I told him I was busy. I wasn't busy. I was afraid of falling. I wasn't just getting older. I was becoming my mother. My doctor pushed Prolia. I told her no. She said then we monitor and hope for the best. Hope for the best. That's what they say when you refuse their drugs. Margaret had been watching me grip that pew for six months. I didn't know that. I barely knew her. Smiles during the greeting, small talk at the potluck. That's it. But she recognized what I was doing because two years ago she was doing the same thing in the same pew. After service one Sunday she touched my arm and said do you have a few minutes. We sat in her car. She didn't waste time. "Do you know why your doctor is pushing Prolia?" "Because my bones are getting worse." "Because the calcium protocol she put you on was never going to work. They know it fails. Prolia is what they prescribe when thirty years of calcium doesn't do what they promised it would. But nobody ever asks why the calcium failed in the first place." I stared at her. Margaret was a dietitian for thirty years. She spent her career telling women to take calcium for their bones. Then she retired, got her own DEXA, and it came back osteoporosis. She'd been giving women incomplete information her entire career and she didn't even know it. She wasn't angry about it. She was heartbroken. I asked her why. Not one person ever told me this. Not my doctor. Not my mother's doctor. Not even Margaret in thirty years of clinical nutrition. Think of your bones like a construction site, she said. Every morning you have been sending truckloads of bricks. Calcium. Good bricks. But a construction site does not build itself. It needs workers. Those workers are your bone-building cells. And they run on fuel. That fuel is a naturally occurring molecule called NAD+. Think of it like the gas in the workers' trucks. When you are young and your hormones are balanced their tanks are full. The workers show up, load the bricks, and build. But between your forties and your sixties NAD+ drops by almost half. The moment menopause hits it drops even faster. The workers run out of gas. They sit down on the curb. Meanwhile every brick you send to the site just piles up with nowhere to go. Into your arteries. Your kidneys. Your soft tissue. Everywhere except your bones. Twenty years of calcium went nowhere near my bones. Nowhere near my mother's either. She took her calcium pill every single morning of her life. And her doctor kept telling her she was doing the right thing. That was not genetics. That was not bad luck. The workers had no fuel and nobody knew. And Prolia doesn't build bone. It just fires the demolition crew so the building stops coming down. The workers are still sitting on the curb. The building still doesn't go up. Not something my doctor ever told me until Margaret did. Margaret told me about the research on NAD+ and bone density. Clinical studies on postmenopausal women. The women restoring NAD+ weren't just holding steady. Their bone mineral density was improving at the lumbar spine and the femoral neck. Improved. Not maintained. Not slowed the loss. Improved. I had never heard that word applied to bone density in my life. But it wasn't just NAD+ alone. Margaret explained that chronic inflammation is one of the biggest drivers of bone loss that nobody talks about. The demolition crew runs harder when inflammation is high. That is where the other two compounds come in. Resveratrol activates the signal estrogen used to send to keep the demolition crew in check. Quercetin reduces the inflammation that gives the demolition crew its extra shift. All three together. Fuel the workers. Slow the demolition. Cool the fire. And none of them are synthetic chemicals. These are naturally occurring compounds. Real things. She'd researched every brand she could find. Most of what's on Amazon was single-ingredient NAD+ with no resveratrol, no quercetin. Combinations with no testing documentation. Random brands with no verification of what was actually in the capsule. She found Thryve by Thirmik. NAD+, resveratrol, and quercetin. All three. Made in the USA. Third-party tested. Not on Amazon. Not at GNC. Direct only. Her numbers before. Lumbar negative 2.7. Femoral negative 2.3. After two years. Lumbar negative 2.2. Femoral negative 1.7. Same church. Same pew. Same God. She fixed what I was still suffering from. I ordered it that night. Less than a dollar a day when ordering the buy 2, get 1 free and after spending $240 a month on supplements going everywhere except my bones. Two small capsules next to my tea kettle. I take two with my morning tea and forget I even take them. Just part of how I start my day. Week one nothing happened. Almost sent it back. Margaret said give it time. Week two I slept through the night. Week three I went up my stairs without gripping the railing and didn't realize it until I was at the top. Month two I stood up at church with the congregation. No warming up my legs. No gripping the pew. Just stood up. I almost started crying in the middle of the hymn because I hadn't done that in over a year. Month three I went to my grandson's baseball game. Climbed those bleachers and sat for two hours and walked down without thinking about it. He looked up from the dugout and waved and I was just his Nana in the stands again. Not a patient. Not a diagnosis. Month four the pain in my hips was gone. I got out of bed like a normal person. No warmup. Just got up and started my day. Month six. DEXA scan. Lumbar spine negative 2.5 to negative 2.1. Femoral neck negative 2.2 to negative 1.8. My doctor looked at the screen then at me then back at the screen. These numbers don't usually go in this direction. What changed? I told her. She asked me to spell the name of the company. She said I can't officially recommend something outside the standard protocol but I'm not going to argue with what I'm looking at. Standard protocol. The same one that failed my mother for thirty years. The same one Margaret spent her career teaching before she found out it was incomplete. Last Sunday I stood up from my pew during the opening hymn. No hands. No warmup. Just stood up and sang. Margaret was two rows ahead of me. She turned around and caught my eye. She smiled. I smiled back. And I thought about my mother and Margaret's mother and how different things could have been if someone had told either of them what Margaret told me in that parking lot. After service I saw a woman in the back row gripping the pew with both hands trying to stand. I walked over and touched her arm. Do you have a few minutes? The company is called Thirmik. The product is Thryve. They're small. They test every single batch. They don't sell on Amazon. They don't wholesale. https://thirmik.com/products/thryve-nad-blend-for-her-strong-bones-formula If they're out of stock check back in a few days. It does sell out. I prayed for 3 years for an answer that didn't come from a pharmaceutical company. God sent Margaret. She sat with me in a parking lot and explained what thirty years of nutrition science had missed — and what my own doctor never had the time to tell me. I thank God for her every single Sunday. And I will keep passing it on for as long as He lets me.