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First and foremost, I am NOT a doctor. I don’t have any hard earned letters behind my name except for B.S. (Bachelor of Science)
That being said, according to statistics, roughly only 6% of Americans have a Bachelor of Science degree.
I only mention my degree because the only way I could have earned it is if I could:
- think logically
- recognize patterns
- search for answers
- solve complicated problems
- not give up
I think those skills have enabled me to regain my health.
Why? Because it gave me the courage to choose to think outside of the box.
Why did I feel the need to think outside of the box?
Like most people with a chronic illness, I had figured out a way to live with it. And like most people with chronic illness, it took a decade to figure out the problem.
However, when I had finally figured it out, (faulty pituitary gland) I was over 40. My doctor told me I should have already been dead. I was told there was no known cure. People with my ‘condition’ just…died.
My days were very shortly numbered.
This news forced me to look in different places for answers. I was unwilling to be passive in this verdict.
Over time, the ‘stuff’ I was ‘inventing’ as I went made my illness go away!
My health has improved and continues to improve. I do have other health issues. But like a “To Do Checklist”, slowly each one is getting checked off.
Did I figure out what we were missing?
I think so. Maybe.
Let’s just say I’m not the historian who could tell you why wars were fought and what tactical maneuvers were the most effective.
I am the foot soldier who saw a battle on the front lines and survived. There is A LOT of stuff I don’t know, but there is one thing that I do know.
What I did worked for me…when nothing else did.
I was someone who was frustrated. I had been living the ‘healthy lifestyle’ my entire adult life and still felt miserable. I knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what.
I went to doctors for over a decade trying to find out what ‘IT’ was. Since they could not find anything wrong, they concluded that it was in my head. I was furious.
What prevented me from believing them?
Why didn’t I start self-doubting myself? I think it was because of my mom. She was in the same boat I currently was in. Never feeling ‘good.’ Having many tests done to see what was wrong. The doctors never found anything. They told my mom that it was all in ‘her head.’
Less than two months after that diagnosis, she had a series of strokes. Over TWENTY within a week then hospitalized for four years. Bedridden for her remaining six years of life. Ten years living in a hospital bed. Why?
When I was told I didn’t have long to live, I wanted to yell, ‘I told you so!’
It would have been nice to know this a little sooner.
I started taking the recommended Human Growth Hormone (Hgh) shots, four times a week. All it did was make my health plummet even quicker. Withing six months I went from intense martial arts workouts, to being unable to swim one lap in a tiny pool without getting exhausted!
I became allergic to almost all food. My clothing felt heavy on me. Standing, even sitting had become a chore.
Since modern medicine wasn’t helping me, I looked into Homeopathy. I had already tried a Naturopathic Doctor, a Chiropractor, and more than one Acupuncturist.
Homeopathy with acupuncture stopped the free fall, but I plateaued about eight months in. I still was unable to eat hardly anything. In fact, I think I leveled out to where I could eat 20 different ingredients. Things like carrots, pineapple, almond butter and potato chips ‘not’ cooked in sunflower seed oil. Fun. Most of them, I could only eat when not combined with anything else.
I knew I couldn’t survive eating that way forever. What to do?
I figured I had nothing to lose. I started being my own human guinea pig.
I was not expecting it to work, but it at least gave me a sense of trying that I felt I owed my kids.
I started being my own human guinea pig.
Somehow, I stayed alive.
Camp Lejeune Water Poisoning
Five years after my faulty pituitary gland diagnosis, my older sister died of brain cancer at the age of 49. This is when I found out about the water poisoning at Camp Lejeune Marine Base in South Carolina. A candidate for the worst water poisoning case in United States History. (Information about Camp Lejeune.)
My parents were stationed there for a few years before they became pregnant with me. When they switched their duty station to Minnesota, I was in tow in my mom’s uterus. She just didn’t tell anybody yet. So far four of my five family members who lived there ended up getting cancer.
We were told that this poisoning could possibly be passed down to our children. I was exposed to it through my mom while in utero.
No wonder they didn't know how to help me.
What about my kids?
Camp Lejeune water poisoning meant men getting breast cancer?!
Many other medical conditions were emerging as well. How many people recovered? How many people get their life back? How can they? It looked like it was just a waiting game with the odds stacked highly against me.
No! I fought so hard to not go down the same health path as my parents.
Family health history plays a large role in our health. So how on earth could I remove that HUGE black spot (exposure to toxic water from Camp Lejeune) from my kids’ future?
How could I tell my kids in order to be healthy, you needed to eat right, exercise, don’t smoke, and oh by the way, you will probably get cancer anyhow?
When I thought about my children’s future, I had the desire to fight for my health even more.
I needed to figure something out if that was even possible.
If too late for me, then at least for them. I really didn’t think I would find any answers or find anything that would work. But I did.
I am still here. My life isn’t ‘normal’…but it’s getting there!
I feel so much better than I ever did in my past.
Are you wondering what I figured out? See What I Know.