When I was 3 years old, I was helping my mom “cook”. I went over to the stove and reached my hand right up on top of the red-hot burner. As I was screaming, she said stick your hand out the window, as we raced in the car to the doctor’s office. It was raining, and her hope was that would cool my hand down. I don’t remember much about it other than the burns were bad, but my hand healed.
Twenty years later, my hand was burning yet again. This time, for a different reason. You see I had learned my lesson back then…to stay away from cooking, but at 23 years old I developed horrible, painful blisters all over my hands. When the blisters popped, the liquid felt like acid. The skin would literally ache and pull tight and itch like fire after that. It was actually worse than burning my hand once…because this continued to happen over and over until I was diagnosed with Porphyria Cutanea Tarda (you can look it up in the search button on my blog) or click that link to take you to my first post about it.
I had pints of my blood taken for years as there is no cure…then they realized I had hereditary hemochromatosis…
Would it ever end?
I had two beautiful girls and a loving husband, but apparently, there would be more tests to find out what I was made of. I was experiencing horrible stomach pains, bloating, and weight gain over 25 pounds in one year…on my tiny 5’2 frame. It was not okay, and I knew that no matter what doctor was saying at the time, that HE was wrong. After 18 years of seeing specialists, I knew what my body was doing. It was warning me yet again that another war was going on. This time it was autoimmune…Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.
Around this time, I could feel my spine literally come alive. Every single point in my vertebral column was on fire all the time. I was told later that it was probably the Epstein-Barr virus coming to life…just in time to flare Fibro-freaking-myalgia. That’s what it should be called. The truth is, I have another F word for it, but I’m going to be nice-ish.
That leads us to where I left teaching…after a few years of pain that could no longer be managed in the classroom with the demands of a stressful teaching job. And to what I hoped would be a new career writing. No one bothered to tell me how hard it was to simply “become” a best-selling writer…when you don’t actually send anything in to people.
I healed my gut through a series of steps I researched all on my own. I lost the weight. Realized most doctors treat the symptoms not the “disease” and never explore what more we could do. It was get on this prescription…which would in turn make me worse, so I said no. It was beat depression…without meds…but if you need them, I am not judging. I personally couldn’t take them due to the amount of damage one doctor thought would happen due to all the other “invisible illnesses” I had. There were no outward signs, but hey, my liver could possibly have problems if I took pills I didn’t need. I started Vitalize You, see the tab under home, and made it my goal to find a way to live without food attacking my gut…ok so my body thought it was invading. I now connect with people through my coaching programs to coach them to “wellness” and encourage them to believe that anything is possible. Even coming back from a place of pain. If you are interested in my 4 step process, please read more about 4 Weeks to Wellness. <<< click there.
My most important message now though is to let others like me know that it doesn’t have to take you years of research like me. I am here to help you under my new group coaching program called Head|Heart|Health Club as well. If your story sounds anything like mine or you just want guidance on where to go, what to do, and have no clue where to even begin, check out my personal coaching online journey. If I can change my life, I believe you can too. New for 2017: ONLINE catalog <<<
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ~Sylvia Plath