Why Disease Comes Back After Treatment & What You Can Do About It?
- Madhukar Dama
- 10 hours ago
- 11 min read
Prologue
We have all walked the corridors of hospitals, held pillboxes in our hands, and wondered why the same illness keeps returning, like a shadow we cannot shake. We search for answers outside—trusting doctors, medicines, and systems—while rarely looking inward at the life we ourselves have built.
This essay is an invitation to pause, to question the patterns we have accepted as normal, and to see disease not as an enemy but as a teacher. It is about uncovering the unseen roots: the food we eat, the habits we ignore, the trust we place blindly in convenience, and the cycles of living that quietly invite illness back.
Here begins a journey—not just to understand why disease returns, but to learn how we can change the course of our health, reclaim our freedom from recurring illness, and transform our entire lives.
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Introduction: The Great Medical Mirage
Modern man believes that disease is an accident, a curse, or a misfortune that can be quickly patched up with a pill or cut away with a knife. He trusts that the doctor, the hospital, and the pharmaceutical company hold the magic wand. He walks away from the clinic thinking he has been “cured.” But when the same disease—or its cousin—returns, he is baffled, angry, and helpless.
This is not an accident. It is the very design of the system. Diseases return because we never remove their roots—we only trim their branches.
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1. The Inability of Medicines to Cure from the Root
Symptom suppression, not resolution: Most modern medicines are designed to silence the body’s alarms. Painkillers dull the nerves; antacids neutralize stomach acid temporarily; anti-hypertensives bring blood pressure down without fixing why it was high in the first place.
Quick relief = lifelong bondage: Medicines create the illusion of cure, but the underlying cause—wrong food, wrong living, toxic buildup—remains untouched. The fire is still burning, even if the smoke is suppressed.
Business model of recurrence: Pharmaceutical science thrives not on permanent cures but on repeat customers. A pill that removes the disease forever is a financial failure. A pill that keeps you dependent is a trillion-dollar success.
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2. The Trap of Dependency
Patients learn to live with medicines as if they are organs of their body—BP tablets, diabetes tablets, inhalers, painkillers.
The body adapts to medicines, develops tolerance, and soon higher doses or newer drugs are needed.
Withdrawal of medicines often brings symptoms back with double force, making the patient feel he cannot survive without them.
This is not healing—it is captivity.
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3. The Patient’s Blind Spot: Diet
The food we eat is either poison or medicine. Wrong diet is the soil in which most diseases germinate.
Processed foods, refined sugars, chemical-laden vegetables, meat from tortured animals, fast food, alcohol, excess caffeine—each meal is an assault disguised as pleasure.
When the patient returns to the same plate after “treatment,” the disease naturally knocks again.
Healing without correcting diet is like cleaning a room while dumping garbage through the window.
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4. Blind Trust in Medicines and Systems
Society conditions us to believe doctors know best. Rarely do we question prescriptions, side effects, or necessity.
Hospitals are seen as temples, doctors as priests, medicines as holy offerings.
This blind faith prevents people from taking responsibility for their health.
The system thrives on this unquestioned obedience.
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5. The Lifestyle that Breeds Disease
Sedentary living: Lack of movement suffocates the body. Muscles stiffen, circulation weakens, toxins stagnate.
Stress and sleeplessness: Mental poisons are as lethal as physical ones. Chronic stress wrecks immunity and opens the gates for relapse.
Technology dependence: Screens replace sunlight, social media replaces human connection, convenience replaces resilience.
Disconnection from nature: No soil under the nails, no fresh air in the lungs, no barefoot walk on grass—this alienation weakens the body’s natural defenses.
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6. The Myth of “Genetics”
When doctors cannot explain recurrence, they often blame “genetics.” This is a convenient escape. Genes may load the gun, but lifestyle pulls the trigger. A “genetic disease” that only surfaces after decades of wrong living is not a destiny—it is a choice accumulated over time.
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7. The Forgotten Role of the Mind
Thoughts, emotions, and beliefs shape physiology. Fear, resentment, loneliness, hopelessness—these create biological stress patterns that no pill can erase.
Even after treatment, if the mind continues to produce toxic emotions, disease returns in new disguises.
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8. Why the System Wants Disease to Come Back
Perpetual profits: A cured patient is a lost customer. A dependent patient is a goldmine.
Institutional inertia: Medical colleges, pharma research, insurance systems—everything is built around treatment, not prevention.
Controlled ignorance: Patients are rarely educated about food, exercise, stress, or natural healing. Keeping them uninformed ensures loyalty to the pill.
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9. The Circle of Illness
1. Wrong diet + wrong living → Disease
2. Patient seeks quick fix → Medicines suppress symptoms
3. Illusion of cure → Patient resumes same habits
4. Disease returns → More medicines, higher doses
5. Body weakens → New diseases sprout
6. Patient becomes lifelong customer
This is the wheel of suffering that almost every modern human is trapped in.
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10. Turning Disease into an Opportunity
Most people see disease as a curse, a punishment, or an unfortunate event. But it can be the greatest wake-up call. An illness in one family member is not just about that one person—it is a mirror reflecting the habits of the entire household.
From victimhood to responsibility: Instead of asking “Why me?” the patient and family can ask “What in our way of living invited this?” This question opens the door to self-examination.
Family as a healing unit: Diet is usually shared in a home, lifestyle patterns are collective, stress is contagious, and habits are copied. If one member falls ill, it is often because the family as a whole has been walking down an unhealthy path.
Correcting habits together: Shifting to natural foods, regular movement, early sleep, time in nature, reducing screen-dependence, cooking fresh meals—all these changes are most powerful when adopted by the whole family, not just the patient.
Shared healing, shared strength: When the patient makes changes alone, relapse is likely because the environment around them remains toxic. But when the spouse, children, and even extended family join in, health becomes a collective culture.
A blessing in disguise: A disease caught in time can prevent decades of suffering for everyone. What looks like a curse is actually a teacher—inviting the family to rebuild their foundation on healthier choices.
Illness then stops being an endless cycle of recurrence. It becomes the seed of lifelong freedom—for the patient and for generations to come.
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Conclusion: Breaking Free
Disease will always return after treatment as long as:
Medicines are worshipped while lifestyle is ignored.
Diet remains poison disguised as food.
Patients remain passive, surrendering health to doctors.
Systems thrive on dependency instead of empowerment.
The cure is not outside—it is inside.
The body, if respected, cleansed, nourished, and allowed to breathe, can cure and prevent relapse.
But as long as we remain asleep in the dream of quick fixes, disease will remain our shadow.
Dialogue with Madhukar
Why Diseases Come Back After Treatment & What You Can Do About It?
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The family arrives at Madhukar’s home in Yelmadagi. A mud path, neem trees swaying, goats bleating in the distance. The place itself already feels like medicine.
They sit in the courtyard—father, mother, two grown children. Their eyes carry both questions and fatigue. Madhukar sits cross-legged, a glass of herbal water beside him.
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Father:
Madhukar, we have heard people say that once someone falls sick, it becomes a lifelong story. Like diabetes or BP—you can only manage, never get rid of it. But someone told us you speak differently—that it is possible to recover permanently. Is that really true?
Madhukar:
(smiles) The first thing I want you to notice is your own language: “lifelong story.” Who wrote that story? Did nature write it? Did the body itself declare that it must carry disease forever? Or did someone else plant that belief in you?
Mother:
Doctors told us so. They say there is no cure—only tablets for life.
Madhukar:
Yes, and that is their training. They treat the body as if it were a machine with worn-out parts. Replace, suppress, adjust, but never ask why the machine broke in the first place. But the body is not a machine. It is soil. Soil can be degraded, poisoned, cracked dry. But soil can also be renewed—if you change how you care for it.
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Daughter:
So you mean…disease is not permanent?
Madhukar:
Disease is not permanent. Habits are. If habits remain, disease returns. If habits change, the body renews.
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Son:
But medicines make us feel better. Without them, how can people survive?
Madhukar:
Medicines are like switching off the fire alarm. You silence the sound, but the fire keeps burning. Relief is not cure. Relief is borrowed time.
Father:
Then why do diseases return even after strong treatment?
Madhukar:
Because treatment is focused on the branch, not the root. Imagine a mango tree with worms in its roots. You cut off branches, spray the leaves—looks fine for a while. But the worms remain. Disease is those worms. Unless you correct the soil—the diet, the breathing, the movement, the thinking—the worms of imbalance stay alive.
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Mother:
You say “diet, breathing, movement, thinking.” We’ve never heard these connected to curing disease. Doctors never say this.
Madhukar:
Exactly. Doctors are trained to attack the enemy, not to strengthen the soil. But let me tell you what really feeds disease:
Wrong food makes the body heavy, toxic, and inflamed.
Shallow breathing starves the cells of oxygen.
No movement keeps toxins trapped inside.
Disturbed thinking poisons the nervous system.
When these are corrected together, the soil becomes fertile again. The body heals from within, and the disease has no reason to stay.
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Daughter:
So if we change our habits, can diabetes, BP, asthma—these things really go away?
Madhukar:
Yes. Slowly, gently, not like a miracle trick but like a season changing. Nature heals when you give her the conditions. But remember, it is not about one person. Disease often reflects the whole family’s patterns—food on the table, sleep timings, stress, noise, screen-addiction. If one person heals but the family doesn’t change, relapse is certain.
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Son:
But Madhukar, our family eats together. We share the same food. Are you saying the disease of one person is really everyone’s responsibility?
Madhukar:
(smiles) Exactly. A man’s diabetes is not his alone—it is the family’s sugar jar. A woman’s asthma is not hers alone—it is the family’s air, the house dust, the stress in conversations. A child’s obesity is not his alone—it is the family’s lifestyle, the TV, the snacks. Disease is never a private problem. It is a collective mirror.
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Father:
This is difficult to digest. We always thought of disease as a personal bad luck.
Madhukar:
That is the greatest lie: that disease is punishment or bad luck. No—it is feedback. Disease is the body’s teacher, not its enemy. When it arrives, it is saying: “Change now, or I will come again louder.” If you learn from it, the disease has done its job and leaves.
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Mother:
So instead of being afraid of illness, we should listen to it?
Madhukar:
Yes. Illness is not betrayal. It is honesty. Your body is the most loyal friend—it never lies. It always tells you when something is wrong. Pain, fatigue, breathlessness, acidity—these are not curses. They are early letters from the body saying: “Please stop hurting me.” If you ignore the letters, one day the body has to scream through a bigger disease.
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Daughter:
But what about genetics? Doctors always say “runs in the family.”
Madhukar:
Genetics is like a gun. Habits pull the trigger. A child may inherit weak soil, but whether weeds grow depends on the gardener. Families use genetics as an excuse to continue wrong habits. But if the family changes lifestyle, the so-called “genetic” disease never awakens.
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Son:
This is all new to us. If we want to start, where should we begin?
Madhukar:
Begin at the dining table. Food is the first medicine or the first poison. Then, give your body air and movement daily, like sunlight to plants. Sleep early—darkness is medicine too. Reduce noise—inner and outer. Most importantly, support each other. Healing is easier when the whole family becomes a circle of encouragement.
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Father:
So you mean…one person’s disease can actually be the chance for the whole family to become healthy?
Madhukar:
That is the hidden blessing. A disease can either break a family with fear, or rebuild it with wisdom. If you choose the second, you not only free the patient, but prevent disease for everyone else.
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The courtyard grows quiet. The family exchanges glances—half doubt, half relief. A rooster crows in the distance.
Madhukar (leaning forward):
You came to ask why diseases come back. The answer is simple: because people don’t listen. If you listen deeply, the disease won’t need to come again.
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THE ENDLESS HOSPITAL PARADE
disease doesn’t start in the hospital.
it starts in the crib.
the baby is fed sugar water,
plastic milk from tins,
packets disguised as love.
the mother is too busy,
the father too tired,
the ad on TV says “this is nutrition.”
and everyone nods—
the baby doesn’t nod.
his gut cries, but he can’t talk yet.
childhood grows in fluorescent light,
plastic lunchboxes filled with fried things,
school canteens selling addiction disguised as treats.
birthday cakes heavy with colors brighter than sunsets.
cartoons whispering
“drink more soda, you’ll be happy.”
parents smile,
teachers shrug,
society claps.
and the body quietly begins its countdown.
teenage arrives with hunger—
hunger for belonging,
hunger for approval.
the first smoke,
the first beer,
the first pizza eaten at midnight
under neon signs.
the body objects with pimples, headaches,
but nobody listens.
everybody says: “this is normal.”
so the teenager learns to ignore the body,
and the betrayal begins.
marriage, career, children—
now the poison is dressed as tradition.
sweets for every festival,
fried for every guest,
alcohol for every success.
late nights, stress,
meetings and deadlines.
the body begs with fatigue,
but caffeine is cheaper than sleep.
spouse doesn’t complain—
because the spouse is busy
with her own pills for migraines,
with his own tablets for digestion.
the first hospital visit feels accidental.
BP a little high, sugar a little off.
doctor smiles,
“don’t worry, just a small tablet.”
patient breathes relief—
relief is always preferred to reflection.
family thanks the doctor,
and the dinner that night is extra sweet—
to celebrate good health.
nobody realizes the contract has been signed.
years roll.
the medicine box grows heavier,
from one tablet to five,
from five to insulin,
from insulin to stents and bypass.
doctor shakes his head:
“you must continue, no choice.”
pharma executives cheer in hidden rooms,
insurance men polish their chairs,
ads for new drugs arrive like festival posters.
everyone earns,
everyone smiles—
except the patient,
but even he believes this is normal.
disease relapses,
always.
because nobody stopped inviting it.
the same table, the same food,
the same nights without sleep,
the same stress held like a badge of honor.
the body cries louder—
but the patient says,
“give me stronger tablets,
don’t ask me to change.”
the children watch.
they learn.
they inherit not just the genes,
but the habits, the cupboards, the denial.
they are the next generation of loyal customers.
and death—
death is not sudden.
it is a slow parade of hospital corridors.
beeping machines,
drips, masks, tubes.
one organ after another folding up.
and yet—
in the waiting room the family eats packaged snacks,
scrolls phones,
plans funerals,
promises to “take care” from now on.
but they don’t.
they never do.
because nobody wants the truth:
disease was never the enemy.
the enemy was comfort, convenience,
ignorance, denial.
the enemy was the idea
that health can be outsourced
to a doctor, a pill, a system.
the real culprits line up like actors in a tragedy:
the patient—too lazy to change.
the family—too sentimental to demand change.
the doctor—trained to silence, not to heal.
the pharma—profiting from silence.
the society—selling addiction as lifestyle.
and they all point fingers.
nobody turns the mirror.
so disease comes back,
again and again,
not as punishment,
but as the only honest witness.
it knocks on doors,
burns bodies,
forces attention—
and when still ignored,
it takes the body away,
leaving behind the same habits
for the children to inherit.
the parade continues.
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and somewhere far away,
in a forgotten village,
a man plants seeds in clean soil,
breathes air without engines,
sleeps when the sun sets,
laughs with his family around simple food.
he is not at war with his body.
he will never know
the endless hospital parade.
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