She didn’t do all of that. She trusted the doctors and the science. Me, not so much.
My second oldest sister had a horrible family doctor. He never bothered to do tests, even after she consistently showed high blood pressure on her visits. She put it off to "white coat syndrome," but it was nothing of the sort, and he accepted her excuse every time. Due to uncontrolled blood pressure, she ended up with four aneurysms in her head, and she only found out about those, because her eye doctor told her he thought she'd had a stroke, so he referred her to a neurologist. She ended up having surgery on her inner carotid artery, which they tied off. She had one large aneurysm on the right side, which had caused that eye to turn in. The carotid surgery managed to stop the feed to three of the aneurysms. She had one small one in the back of her head that they would continue to monitor. My sister had been a smoker, and stopped cold turkey, and never smoked another cigarette in her life. She did end up having surgery on the eye in order to straighten it.
Five years after the surgery, she finally decided to change doctors. A long-time friend of hers recommended her own doctor, so in February of 2010, she saw him for the first time. After checking her over, he told her she had lung cancer. Her friend had taken her to the appt., and she asked my sister what she thought of the doctor when she came out of the office, and my sister, who always had a sick sense of humor, said: "Oh he's great. He just told me I have lung cancer." To make a long story short, she did indeed have inoperable lung cancer, and died in Sept. 2011, but she went through hell those 18 months, and frankly, for her, it wasn't worth it. She ended up with more physical problems than any of it helped. She suffered from radiation burns on her back, swallowing problems, bronchitis, radiation pneumonia, fatigue, etc. All this taking place in the 6 or 7 months after being diagnosed. The February before she died, she was still considered to be in remission, so she had cataract surgery on both her eyes. After the second one, her friend dropped her off at her home, and sometime shortly after, my sister passed out in the bathroom, smashed her face on the bathtub, and it took six hours of surgery to put her face back together. On July 1st that year, she ended up in hospice care, and that's where her story ends.