Dr. Cornelius Carter

Ceylon Cinnamon 7200mg Equivalent with MCT Oil

I used to tease my wife that she loved her sweet tea and her Sunday apple pie more than she loved me. She would laugh and say at least the pie never forgot their anniversary. She was 56. She felt completely fine. She brewed a fresh pitcher of sweet tea every single morning, steeped it with 3 scoops of sugar the way her mother taught her in their kitchen in Savannah. She made apple pie every Sunday afternoon in a white dish that had been her grandmother's. Granny Smith apples sliced thin. Brown sugar and nutmeg. Lattice crust she would weave by hand because her mother said a pie with a solid top was lazy baking. She kept roses in the side yard that the neighbors stopped to photograph every June. Nobody in our life was worried about anything. Then one Thursday in March 2023, she went to her annual physical. 5 days later her doctor called. She got 2 diagnoses from one phone call. Type 2 diabetic. Stage 3 chronic kidney disease. Her eGFR was 52. Her urine albumin was 5 times what it should have been. I watched the expression she had carried her whole adult life rearrange itself into something I had never seen on her face before. She sat on the back porch for over an hour without saying a word. Then she came inside, went to the kitchen, and poured the pitcher of sweet tea down the sink. I watched her pour out every drop. But what neither of us understood that day was that the sweet tea was not the real villain sitting inside her kidneys. She was 58 years old when she died. She stopped the sweet tea on March 14th, 2023. Cut out sugar entirely. Went on the renal diet her nephrologist prescribed. Walked 2 miles every single morning for 2 years and 4 months. Lost 27 pounds. She did everything her doctors told her. The hospital bill was $127,000. The funeral was $12,400. Her pitcher is still on the kitchen counter. The blue glass one her mother gave her the summer before we were married. She used to fill it every morning before the rest of the house was awake. 4 tea bags in a pot on the stove. 3 scoops of sugar stirred in while it was still warm. Poured into the blue pitcher and set in the refrigerator. By noon it was cold and she would pour the first glass and take it out to the back porch and sit there with her book watching the roses. She stopped filling it in March of 2023. I cannot move it. If I move it, she is really gone. I need to tell you what happened to Evelyn. Because every week I see posts in the kidney health groups my patients forward me. Women writing things like: my doctor told me my creatinine is climbing and my eGFR is dropping, anyone tried supplements for kidney support? And women who have already cut the sugar, already cut the salt, already walking every morning, still asking: been doing everything right for over a year and my eGFR keeps falling, what else can I do? And it makes me physically ill. I am a nephrologist. I have spent 26 years treating the disease that killed my wife. I know what kidney disease looks like at Stage 2. I know what it looks like at Stage 4. I know what it looks like at 4 in the morning in a dialysis center when the alarms go off. I watched it in clinic. I watched it in the family waiting room outside a transplant unit. And I watched it in my own home. If you have been told your kidney numbers are declining, or your blood sugar is climbing, or you love someone dealing with either of those things, please read every word of this. I know it is long. I know you are scrolling. I know you have things to do. 2 years ago I would have given anything. Everything. For someone to tell me what I am about to tell you. Evelyn went in for her annual physical on March 9th, 2023. She felt fine. Better than fine. She had just turned 56. She still organized the spring garden tour for our neighborhood every April. She still grew roses from bare root in the side yard, the climbing ones that covered the fence by midsummer. She had never smoked a day in her life. She cooked everything from scratch. Her mother was 84 and still sharp, still walking herself to the farmers market every Saturday morning in the same Savannah neighborhood where Evelyn grew up. Sweet tea every morning, 3 scoops of sugar. Apple pie every Sunday afternoon. The kind of life nobody would look at twice. 5 days later her doctor called. Creatinine of 1.4. eGFR of 52. Urine albumin to creatinine ratio of 150. A1C of 7.1. The nephrologist confirmed it 2 weeks later. Her endocrinologist the week after that. Stage 3 chronic kidney disease. Type 2 diabetic. Both doctors landed on the same direction. Evelyn, the sweet tea needs to stop completely. No exceptions. Sugar goes entirely. You are going on a renal diet. Low sodium. Low potassium. Low phosphorus. Controlled protein. Lose about 10 percent of your body weight. Walk every day. We will retest in 6 months. Evelyn hung up the phone and sat on the back porch for over an hour without saying anything. Then she came inside, went to the kitchen, and started pouring. The pitcher of sweet tea in the refrigerator. The sugar canister on the counter. The box of tea bags in the pantry. The honey she stirred into her yogurt every morning. The brown sugar she used in the pie. The bag of Granny Smith apples on the bottom shelf. The nutmeg. The pie crust dough she had already made for Sunday. Then the rest. The bananas on the counter. The orange juice in the door of the refrigerator. The potatoes in the pantry. The canned tomatoes. The bag of almonds. The cheese. The black beans. All of it. Everything the renal diet said to remove. That is it, she said. I am done. And she was. For 28 months, she did not break once. No sweet tea at the kitchen table. No apple pie on Sunday afternoon. Not at her best friend Janet's retirement dinner in June where everyone had sweet tea and pecan pie and Evelyn sat there with plain water and a plate of grilled chicken and smiled like it was not costing her something. Not at our 32nd anniversary dinner where I made her baked salmon and steamed vegetables and she said it was the best anniversary meal she had ever had. Not at her own 58th birthday dinner where our daughter brought a cake from the bakery Evelyn had gone to since before the children were born and Evelyn watched everyone eat a slice and said she was fine. She stopped organizing the spring garden tour because everyone gathered afterward for sweet tea and pie in someone's kitchen and she could not sit there watching her friends eat and drink what she had given up without feeling like a guest in the life she had built. She stopped going to Sunday dinners at her sister Dorothy's in Savannah because the food she grew up eating was everything the renal diet forbade. Salt. Potatoes. Her mother's rice and gravy. Fried okra. Dorothy's cornbread. Sitting at that table with a plate of steamed vegetables at a meal she had been coming to for 35 years felt impossible. Her friend Marilyn told her she was not the same Evelyn anymore and gradually stopped calling. She lost a piece of herself she had been carrying since she was a young woman. And she did it anyway. Because her doctors said to. She lost 27 pounds. She walked 2 miles every single morning before the rest of the house was awake, summer and winter, did not matter. She tested her blood sugar before and after every meal and logged every number in a green notebook she kept on the nightstand. She took the milk thistle her doctor said he was not against. She took a B complex vitamin. She drank lemon water every morning. She ate exactly what they told her to eat. And she found a cinnamon supplement at Costco that a woman in her kidney health forum swore by. Ceylon cinnamon, the label said. Supports healthy blood sugar and kidney function. She took 2 capsules every day without fail, the same way she did everything else. She did everything right. The follow-up labs came back on September 18th, 2023. eGFR: 49. Down from 52. Creatinine: 1.5. Up from 1.4. UACR: 170. Up from 150. 6 months of doing everything right, and the numbers had moved in the wrong direction. Her nephrologist said: The kidneys heal slowly. Give it more time. We will retest in 6 months. Keep doing what you are doing. So she did. March 2024 labs. eGFR: 44. Creatinine: 1.7. UACR: 230. Worse. September 2024 labs. eGFR: 36. Creatinine: 2.0. UACR: 340. Worse still. Her nephrologist reclassified her in October 2024. Stage 3b. Approaching Stage 4. She had progressed. July 2025 labs. eGFR: 23. Creatinine: 2.8. UACR: 520. Stage 4. Her nephrologist told her the kidney function she had lost was unlikely to come back. The conversation had shifted from slowing the decline to managing what was left. Evelyn came home that evening and sat on the back porch. The same porch she had sat on after the first phone call. She did not say anything for a long time. Then she said: Cornelius, I gave up everything. The sweet tea. The apple pie. The Sunday afternoons that were just mine. The dinners at Dorothy's table that I have been going to since I was a girl. 28 months of walking and grilled fish and plain water at every table I sat at. And it is getting worse. I told her to give it more time. I told her the doctors said this could take years. I told her to trust the process. I am a nephrologist. I told my own wife to trust a process I now know was missing the most important piece. She nodded. She kept walking. She kept eating the salmon and the steamed broccoli. She kept logging her glucose every morning in that green notebook. She opened a new bottle of the Costco cinnamon supplement and set it back on the windowsill above the kitchen sink, next to the milk thistle and the B vitamins. And she asked me something I did not have a good answer for. Cornelius. You treat this disease. Is there anything else I should be doing? I told her she was doing everything. I ordered additional labs. I said the right things. What I did not tell her was the truth: that I did not know what was failing underneath everything she was doing. That the real villain her kidneys were fighting had nothing to do with the pitcher she had emptied over 2 years before. 5 days later. 5 days. She woke up at 3 in the morning unable to breathe lying flat. I sat her up and her ankles were swollen to twice their normal size. She said she felt nauseous. Her skin had a color I had only ever seen across the bed from a patient. I drove her to the emergency room. By the time they admitted her at 5 AM, her face was puffy and gray. Her breathing was shallow and labored. The fluid her kidneys could no longer clear was sitting in her lungs. The ER physician looked at Evelyn's bloodwork, and her face did something I have only seen from the other side of the room. Mrs. Carter, your potassium is 7.2. Your creatinine is 8.4. Your kidneys are in acute failure. We are starting emergency dialysis and admitting you to the ICU. But I have done everything they told me for over 2 years, Evelyn said. The doctor looked at her. I know. I am so sorry. Evelyn spent 9 days in the ICU. I know the clinical facts of kidney failure better than most physicians alive. That week I learned what they feel like from the other side. I learned that when kidneys shut down, the toxins the body produces every single day, urea and potassium and phosphorus, begin accumulating in the blood because there is nothing left to filter them out. Uremic encephalopathy. On day 4, Evelyn looked at me and asked me 3 times in 15 minutes whether I had watered her roses. She had not been home in 4 days. She did not know where she was. I learned that the ICU team starts emergency dialysis to filter the blood mechanically because the kidneys can no longer do it themselves. The nurse told me they were trying to bring the potassium down fast enough to keep her heart rhythm stable. She said it was a race against the electrolytes. They were hoping the dialysis could buy her time. It bought her 9 days. Day 6, her heart rhythm became unstable. The potassium her kidneys could not clear was disrupting the electrical signal that keeps a heart beating in time. They cardioverted her. It held for 11 hours. Then it broke again. Day 7, her lungs filled with fluid. They could not remove it fast enough. The transplant team came. They came back and told me she was declining too fast to be a candidate. They stopped coming. Day 8, she could no longer speak. I held her hand and she squeezed once. I called our daughter. Day 9. August 12th. I was in the family waiting room at the end of the corridor. They had asked me to step out. At 4:31 AM I heard the long tone down the hall. At 4:38 AM a physician I had never seen walked into the waiting room. I knew. Dr. Carter. I am so sorry. We did everything we could. I drove home at 7 AM. Her walking shoes were by the back door. The blood sugar monitor on the nightstand. The green notebook open to the last page she had logged. The milk thistle on the windowsill above the kitchen sink, next to the B vitamins and the Costco cinnamon supplement, 3 quarters full, and the lemon she had sliced the morning before I drove her to the hospital. Her blue pitcher on the counter. Still there. Still empty. The way it had been every day for 28 months. I sat in her chair on the back porch. I did not move for 6 hours. The yard was so quiet I could hear the sprinkler 2 houses over. 34 years. And the loudest thing in my world was a neighbor's sprinkler. The funeral was August 20th. Her sister Dorothy drove up from Savannah. Our son came from Charlotte. Our daughter flew in with the grandchildren. The children wore jackets that were too big for them. My 4 year old grandson took my hand outside the church and asked: Grandpa, when is Grandma coming back? I told him Grandma was in heaven now. He said: Can we bring her roses there? I had to walk around the side of the building. After the funeral I tried to go back to normal. I could not. Because every time I opened my phone I saw women in kidney health groups posting exactly what Evelyn had posted 18 months before she died. Doctor told me my eGFR is dropping, anyone tried supplements for kidney support? And women who had already done what Evelyn did, who had already cut the sugar and the salt and were walking every morning, asking what else they could try. And I knew. I knew some of them were doing exactly what Evelyn did. No sugar. No salt. Walking every morning. Taking the milk thistle. Taking the cinnamon supplement from Costco that said Ceylon on the label. And ending up where I was. I am a nephrologist. I could not just sit there. So I started reading the way I had not read since residency. Not as a clinician managing a patient. As a husband who needed to understand what had actually happened to his wife. I read for weeks. Papers out of Japan and Germany. Studies I had cited in lectures without ever asking the question Evelyn had put to me that evening on the back porch: Is there anything else I should be doing? And one mechanism kept surfacing, over and over, that I had never once framed as the missing piece in Evelyn's case specifically. The reason her numbers would not stabilize is that stopping the sweet tea and cutting the sugar addressed what was coming into the body. But neither one did anything to restore the cellular machinery her kidneys depended on to process glucose, regulate blood flow through the filtration units, and protect themselves from the damage accumulating inside them. That machinery is insulin signaling. And specifically the GLUT4 mechanism it drives. When insulin signaling is working correctly, glucose enters cells through transport channels called GLUT4 receptors. Blood sugar comes down. The kidneys filter blood at normal glucose concentrations. The tiny vessels inside the glomeruli, the kidney's filtration units, stay intact. When insulin resistance disrupts the signal, those transport channels stop responding. The GLUT4 gates stay closed. Glucose backs up in the bloodstream. And that sustained elevated glucose, month after month, year after year, destroys the delicate vessels inside the kidney's filtration membrane. Albumin leaks through where it should not. The eGFR drops. The kidney loses the ability to filter what the body needs filtered. The damage is cumulative, and it does not reverse just because the diet changed. The sweet tea was loading a broken system. But the system was already broken before the first glass. And here is what no one told us. Cutting the sweet tea reduced the incoming sugar. Cutting the diet down to the renal protocol helped glucose control. But neither one repaired the cellular gate mechanism that was keeping glucose elevated in the blood and driving damage into the kidney's filtration membrane day after day. The gates were still closed. 28 months of the renal diet and 2 miles every morning cannot repair a gate that was never addressed. That is why her numbers would not stabilize. She gave up everything she loved to reduce the load on a system that was still broken underneath it all. But nobody ever fixed the system. Read that again. I sat with that for 3 days. Then I picked up the cinnamon supplement from the kitchen windowsill. I had it tested. It was Cassia. There are 2 species of plant sold under the name cinnamon. The species documented in peer reviewed research to support insulin signaling and GLUT4 receptor activity is Cinnamomum verum. Ceylon cinnamon. Soft, multi layered bark. It comes from Sri Lanka. The species filling roughly 9 in 10 cinnamon supplements on the market is Cinnamomum cassia. It comes primarily from China. It costs a fraction of what Ceylon costs to produce. And it has no documented effect on the GLUT4 mechanism. None. The receptor activity that every study pointed to, the cellular gate her kidneys needed reopened, Cassia does not move it. Evelyn's kidneys were at Stage 4. The filtration membrane was deteriorating because glucose was still battering the vessels from the inside. And the supplement she had been taking every single day, the one she believed was supporting the mechanism that mattered, was the wrong species. It could not do the one thing she needed it to do. The GLUT4 gates stayed closed. Her kidneys stayed unprotected. Cassia also contains up to 5 percent coumarin by weight, a compound the European Union has flagged as hepatotoxic at daily therapeutic doses. One more stressor on a body that could not afford any more. I found 2 more bottles in the pantry she had bought in bulk because the Costco bulk price was lower. I tested both of them. Cassia. She was doing everything her doctors told her. She was taking a supplement she trusted because it said Ceylon on the label. That label was not accurate. I had it tested after she died. There are no verification requirements for what a cinnamon supplier prints on a label in a third party marketplace. No species testing. No coumarin measurement. No accountability. A supplier sources cheap Cassia from China, prints Ceylon on the label, sells it at a price that sounds credible, and no one is responsible for what is actually inside. She paid more per bottle because the label said Ceylon. It was not Ceylon. I cannot describe what I felt reading those test results. But the Cassia problem was only one of 3 things failing simultaneously. The dose was a second failure. The research documenting cinnamon's effect on insulin signaling and GLUT4 receptor activity, the studies showing meaningful support for cellular glucose metabolism, used multi gram daily doses. 1 to 6 grams of true Ceylon extract per day. Evelyn's supplement contained 500 milligrams of dry powder per capsule. 2 capsules per day. 1 gram total. A fraction of the research dose. An amount designed to make the label look credible while delivering a fraction of the concentration that produced any documented result. And dry powder is a delivery failure on top of the dose failure. Cinnamaldehyde, the primary bioactive compound in true cinnamon, is fat soluble. It does not dissolve in water. It does not cross cell membranes without a lipid carrier. A dry powder capsule sends most of the active compound through the digestive tract before it is ever absorbed. You get the label. You get the smell when you open the bottle. Your body excretes most of what was inside. 3 failures in one product. Wrong species. A fraction of the effective dose. A delivery format that cannot absorb what little is there. The mechanism destroying her kidneys went completely unaddressed for 28 months. She believed she was supporting it. She was not. The GLUT4 gates stayed closed. The glucose kept battering the filtration membrane. And her eGFR kept dropping. I went to the pharmacy the week after I understood this. I stood in that supplement aisle for a long time. Milk thistle. Kidney support teas. Dandelion capsules. And cinnamon. 9 cinnamon products on that shelf, 6 of them labeled Ceylon, none with a certificate of analysis visible anywhere, none with coumarin testing listed on the label. I bought every cinnamon product on that shelf. I had them all tested. 6 out of 9 were Cassia. The wrong species. No documented effect on the mechanism that matters. One also had a coumarin level that would put a 140 pound woman above the EU tolerable daily intake in a single capsule. It was marketed as a blood sugar support supplement. I sat in my car in that parking lot for 20 minutes. The literature kept pointing to the same 3 non negotiables. The species had to be verified Cinnamomum verum. Not Cassia relabeled. Third party confirmed per batch. Sourced from Sri Lanka, not a Cassia growing region, with a chain of custody that could actually be documented. The dose had to match what the research used: a 12 to 1 concentrated extract delivering the equivalent of 7,200 milligrams of raw Ceylon bark in a single daily softgel. Not 500 milligrams of dry powder. Not 1,000. The dose the clinical studies were actually built around. And the delivery had to be MCT oil suspension. Not dry powder. Cinnamaldehyde is fat soluble. MCT oil from coconut dissolves it, carries it through the absorption pathway, and gets it into systemic circulation at concentrations dry powder capsules cannot come close to reaching. Most commercial products failed on at least 2 of the 3. The ones that sourced verified Ceylon used dry powder. The ones that used MCT oil did not have published species testing. The ones that tested for coumarin were Cassia underneath the label anyway. 6 weeks into the search, I was working through a stack of European bioavailability papers when I came across a technical presentation from a nutritional ingredients conference in Dusseldorf. Not a marketing document. A pharmacokinetics paper, the kind written by formulators for formulators, never intended for a general audience. The paper compared cinnamaldehyde absorption across 3 delivery formats: raw powder, standardized dry extract capsule, and a 12 to 1 concentrated extract suspended in MCT oil. The MCT suspension showed meaningfully higher bioavailability at every measured timepoint. The lead author was affiliated with a German specialty raw material supplier. The formulation described in the study was their proprietary extract. I found their technical contact and wrote to them that night. 3 days later I had their certificate of analysis in my inbox. Species confirmed: Cinnamomum verum, sourced from Sri Lanka. Extraction ratio: 12 to 1. Coumarin: trace levels, well below the EU tolerable daily intake per serving. The specification sheet listed the finished product format: MCT oil suspension, single daily softgel, 7,200 milligrams of raw bark equivalent per serving. I asked one more question. Which consumer brands were currently formulating with this specific material? They sent me a short list. Metabolae was on it. Verified Ceylon cinnamon. Cinnamomum verum, sourced from Sri Lanka. Third party tested every batch for species identity, coumarin content, potency, and purity. Certificate of analysis available before you order. 12 to 1 concentrated extract. 7,200 milligrams of raw Ceylon bark equivalent in one daily softgel. The dose the research used. Not a token amount. The actual dose. MCT oil from coconut. The active compound dissolved in a lipid carrier it can actually be absorbed through. No dry powder. No degradation. One softgel per day. 30 softgels per bag. I almost did not order it. After the pharmacy aisle. After the test results. After August 12th. After everything. But Evelyn's sister Dorothy was sitting on an eGFR of 54 and a creatinine of 1.3 and a kidney disease diagnosis her doctor told her to just monitor. She was still making sweet tea every morning the way their mother taught them. She was stubborn the way Evelyn was stubborn. My daughter had just been told her own blood sugar was elevated at her last physical. Her urine albumin was above normal for the first time. I had my own labs moving in the wrong direction. I ordered it. Dorothy first. eGFR 54. Creatinine 1.3. Chronic kidney disease diagnosed the year before. Doing what her doctor told her. Watching the number drop anyway. I sent her a bag of Metabolae and a note that said: Take one every morning. Do not skip. I mean it, Dorothy. She took it. She did not stop the sweet tea. She is stubborn the way Evelyn was stubborn. But she took one softgel every morning with her coffee. She went to her doctor last month for her follow up. eGFR: 71. Up from 54. Creatinine: 0.9. Down from 1.3. In 10 weeks. She had not stopped the sweet tea. She had not changed her diet. She had not started anything new. The only thing that changed was one softgel in the morning. Verified Ceylon at the research dose in the MCT oil delivery that her body could actually absorb. She called me that night. She said: Cornelius. I think Evelyn died because nobody told her what was actually in those Costco capsules. I had to put the phone down. My daughter is 34. 2 small kids. Elevated blood sugar and above normal urine albumin at her last physical. Her doctor told her to watch her sugar intake and come back in 6 months. She started taking Metabolae 7 weeks ago. She says the deep fatigue she had been writing off as life with 2 young children is different now. The puffiness she had been carrying around her eyes and ankles every morning, the kind her doctor said was probably nothing, is gone. My colleague at the practice. A nephrologist I have worked alongside for 14 years. Her own eGFR had been declining for 8 months. She had tried 3 cinnamon supplements from Amazon, all labeled Ceylon, none of them third party tested. None had moved the number. She knows now what I know. She started Metabolae 8 weeks ago. eGFR from 51 to 74. She sent me the result with one line: You should have told me sooner. I told her I did not know sooner. I told Evelyn's friends from her kidney support group. I told every patient whose chart shows a declining eGFR and a history of doing everything they were told while the numbers dropped anyway. I am not a salesperson. I have never recommended a supplement brand in 26 years of practice and I am not doing it now because a company asked me to. I am a 64 year old widower sitting at his desk at 1 in the morning because he cannot sleep, and because Dorothy is 61 and still making her sweet tea every morning and I check in on her every week because I am terrified every time my phone rings. Here is what I know because I lived it from both sides. Stopping the sugar removes one stressor. It does not fix the cellular insulin signaling that was already driving damage into the kidney's filtration membrane. The system stays broken either way. Cutting salt and following the renal diet helps slow the decline. It does not repair the GLUT4 mechanism. The gates stay closed either way. Milk thistle supports liver cells. It does not restore the cellular signaling that governs how the body processes glucose and protects the blood vessels inside the kidneys. Evelyn took it for 28 months. Her eGFR kept dropping. Cinnamon supplements from Costco, from Amazon, from any third party marketplace that says Ceylon on the label, are in a significant number of tested cases actually Cassia. I have tested them. I have the results. Cassia does not support the GLUT4 mechanism. It cannot do what the research on Ceylon documented. You may be taking something marketed as blood sugar support that cannot support the mechanism your kidneys depend on to survive. Cassia also contains coumarin, a hepatotoxic compound, adding one more stressor to a system already under strain. Evelyn took it for months. I had it tested after she died. Dry powder capsules at 500 or 1,000 milligrams of Cassia relabeled as Ceylon do not reach the bloodstream at the concentration required to do anything the research documented. You are spending money on something that sounds right and does nothing. Or worse. Evelyn gave up 28 months of the mornings and afternoons that were just hers. The sweet tea. The apple pie on Sunday. The garden tour she organized every spring. The Sunday dinners at her sister's table in Savannah. And a Costco supplement she trusted because it said Ceylon on the label could not support the one mechanism her kidneys needed addressed. The gates stayed closed. The damage kept accumulating. For 28 months. Nobody told us. I wish someone had told us before March 9th, 2023. Before the pitcher was emptied. Before the pie dish went into the cabinet. Before 28 months of plain water at every table she sat at. Before 4:31 AM on August 12th. I cannot go back. Evelyn cannot come back. Her pitcher is still on the counter and it is going to stay there. But you can still go forward. Your wife can. Your sister can. You can. Metabolae. Verified Ceylon cinnamon. Cinnamomum verum, sourced from Sri Lanka. Third party tested every batch for species identity, coumarin content, and purity. 12 to 1 concentrated extract delivering 7,200 milligrams of raw Ceylon bark equivalent in one daily softgel. Suspended in MCT oil from coconut for the absorption that dry powder capsules cannot achieve. No Cassia. No hidden coumarin. Certificate of analysis available before you order. No proprietary blends. No hidden anything. One softgel per day. 30 softgels per bag. 90 day money back guarantee. If your numbers do not move in 90 days, every dollar back. No questions. Open the bag, take one softgel every morning, give it the full 90 days. If it does not work for you, send back what is left and get every penny back. Evelyn used to say: You cannot fix what already happened. But you can still fix what happens next. You can fix what happens next. ~ Dr. Cornelius Carter, Nephrologist, 26 years P.S. Her pitcher is still on the counter. Her grandmother's pie dish is still in the cabinet, the white one with the scalloped edge. I still cannot move either of them. Every morning I walk past both and for 1 second I forget. For 1 second I think she is about to come in from the garden. She is not. $127,000 in hospital bills. $12,400 for the funeral. 28 months of her giving up the sweet tea and the Sunday apple pie and the afternoons that were entirely hers. And a Costco bottle that said Ceylon on the label and was Cassia inside. 6 out of 9 products from a single pharmacy shelf were Cassia. One exceeded the EU tolerable daily intake for coumarin in a single capsule. They were marketed as blood sugar support supplements. Please. Do not buy cinnamon supplements from Amazon, Walmart, Costco, or any third party marketplace and trust the label. The only way to know what you are actually getting is to buy directly from a company that publishes its testing. Metabolae does. That is the only place I am directing you. P.P.S. I do not work for Metabolae. I receive nothing from this. I am writing this at 1:47 AM because I cannot sleep and Evelyn's sister Dorothy is 61 and still making her sweet tea every morning and I check in on her every single week because I am terrified every time my phone rings. Share this with any woman you love who has been told her kidney numbers are declining or her blood sugar is climbing. Even if she is already doing what her doctor told her. Even if she has already cut the sugar and the salt and started walking. Especially then. The cinnamon supplement she may be taking from Costco or Amazon is, in too many tested cases, not what the label says. And the cellular mechanism her kidneys depend on, the one diet alone cannot fix, may be going completely unaddressed. Please.