ayoamadu

There was a time when medicine was simple. A healer’s job was to ease pain, to bring comfort, to cure. The patient came first. Always.

But things changed. Shelves of herbs became warehouses of patents. The healer’s oath slowly turned into a business plan. And health became something you could price.

Today, the industry speaks with two voices. One talks about hope, new treatments, longer lives, even miracles once thought impossible. This voice feels like progress.

The other talks in numbers,
quarterly profits, shareholder reports, the steady rhythm of money over medicine. In this voice, healing isn’t an end, it’s a lifelong subscription.

And here we sit, caught between the two. Are we people in need of care? Or customers in a marketplace of illness?

Maybe the industry really is in recovery, but not from greed.
Maybe it’s recovering from the illusion that we were ever anything more than profit.

So when a pill is placed in your hand, ask yourself: is it meant to heal you, or to keep the balance sheet alive?