Nutritional Therapy Practitioner
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God has plans for us all. I call them chapters in our lives. One of the realizations that I discovered along my Journey is that all chapters will end. Some, not soon enough. Others, well before you are ready. And though each chapter is different, they intertwine and lead us to where we are meant to be. These are God’s plans. Usually, you’re well into the chapter before you’re able to see what he envisions for you but have faith. He knew the outcome before your story even started.
I was living the life. Upwardly mobile in a fast-growing law enforcement agency. A major crimes detective in her prime (dramatic enough?!). Sure, I had the occasional strep throat, flu, or overall yucky day, but nothing that I thought was different from everyone else. Things were under control, predictable, and manageable, until they weren’t.
After getting pregnant with my third child, things started to change. I. Was. Exhausted. I could barely function and things that we don’t even think about became major blocks. I crawled up stairs because my legs burned, I was short of breath, my heart was on its own agenda, and my head wanted to explode. Taking a shower seemed like a marathon and I would have to rest when I was done. The doctors assured me that this was just pregnancy side effects and things would go away when my son was born.
Now a stay at home mother, things never got better. In fact, they were worse. I was still crawling up stairs and could only hold my son for short periods of time because my arms would burn with fatigue. I was so exhausted that I would crawl INTO the crib with my infant and fall asleep. None of my symptoms dissolved but I was too focused on my newborn son to make them a priority. My little man, who never cried when born, began to regress. He started out making his milestones right at the last minute. Then a little later, until he wasn’t even close. The pediatricians assured me I was being paranoid and at each mention of concern, they would brush it off and send me on my way. Each time he was given a vaccination he would “disappear” for a few days and at 19 months, never bounced back. He no longer looked at you, he looked through you with glazed over eyes. He became completely nonverbal and showed no interest in interaction with others.
From here, I was living on adrenaline. Squeezing every little bit out of my already depleted adrenals to stay up and research. After my son’s diagnosis of high-functioning autism, I started attending DAN (Defeat Autism Now) conferences and biomedically treating him. I took dairy out of his diet and then gluten. We were on a wait list to see a specialist in Richmond, but she was in high demand and I refused to sit idle in the meantime. My son began a speech therapy which we paid out of pocket for and qualified with our county for additional speech therapy, provided by them, as well as physical therapy, occupational therapy, and eventually the Head Start program. We traveled hours, crossed state lines, and stayed overnight in hotels to see specialists. If it was available, we did it. He was improving! Our son went from having an IQ that was 2 points above retarded, and suspected to have neurological damage, to above average. What we were doing was working but still, we were missing something.
Meanwhile, my health that had been put on the back burner, needed addressed. I was getting worse and it was time to start figuring out why. My emergency room visits when the pain would become unbearable were not a long-term solution. I saw primary care, neurology, endocrinology, infectious disease, cardiology, you name it! I wound up being diagnosed with a million little things from hypoparathyroidism to congenital heart defects, but no one could find the smoking gun. I had muscle biopsies, EKGs, EMGs, MRIs, SPECT scans, radioactive scans, heart ablations, bones fused, and organs removed. Still, their answer was narcotics and to speculate a cause. First, I was being poisoned. Then, it was psychosomatic. From there I had muscle myopathy, rheumatoid arthritis, Lupus, early onset Parkinson’s, and ALS. We continued to treat the symptoms without truly knowing the cause.
It wasn’t until another family member got Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever that the buzz word “Lyme” was ever even considered. After receiving antibiotics for the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, they were encouraged to follow up with a Lyme specialist to make sure they didn’t have any other tick-borne diseases. When that appointment came I went for what I thought was just moral support but as the physician talked about symptoms I was mentally checking off boxes to my health that no one else had done. Each time she said, “do you have…” my family member would say “no, but she does.” Finally, the doctor said “I know this appointment is about you, but you’re easy. Can we talk about her for just a minute?” This doctor found my smoking gun! Lyme disease and its many coinfections was to blame for everything. And though I had never seen the tick or a bull’s eye rash, I did start to put the puzzle pieces together. Not only did I contract Lyme disease before conceiving my son, I transferred it to him in utero.
Fast forward several years of homeschooling, PICC lines, oral antibiotics, herbals, special diets including the Specific Carbohydrate Diet and the Autoimmune Paleo protocol, and more doctor visits then we could count. Here you will find us chugging along just like everyone else. Unfortunately, we’re not like everyone else. Every single person in my family has been diagnosed with at least one type of tick-borne disease if not multiple. That being said, healing is possible. My son is now testing gifted and in a math program 2 years above his grade. And me, well after researching the effect of nutrition and biomedical intervention on Lyme, Autism, inflammation, and autoimmune disease for 10 years, I finally went back to school and certified as a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner. Emotionally, I’d say we’re not worse for wear, but our health will always keep us on our toes.
As I stated at the beginning, God has a plan. I couldn’t see what he wanted from me when we were in the trenches, but I did finally see it. What I learned from our dark years can help others and that’s how I have chosen to voice our story; by helping you. Whether you have Lyme disease, a child with high-functioning autism, chronic inflammation, or an autoimmune condition, diet is half the battle and I’m here to help. Will it happen over night or in a month. Definitely not. Transforming your health takes time. In fact, it takes longer to get back where you came from then how long it took to get here. But rest easy, you are not alone. With a nutritional protocol designed around your specific bioindividuality, I’ll have you feeling more energetic, less swollen & achy, more alert, and ready to take your life back!