Backstory

Most of you who know me personally, know that I am a pretty "crunchy" person. Crunchy...aka hippie. (I draw the line at dreads...but I have seriously contemplated it with the amount of postpartum hair loss I've suffered) With this one, unfortunate word that I just used to describe myself, let me tell a little of my back story before you judge me. I know the stigma that comes with "crunchy moms". I am ok with it. I landed myself in this category for a darn good reason and am not ashamed to share it. Many of the major choices I make for myself and my family are based on this story right here. I get a lot of judgement and flak for the way I choose to raise my kids, but this story is what a lot of people don't realize before they judge me. I never want my kids to find themselves in the position that I found myself in at such a young age.

It goes back as far as my high school years (it actually goes back way further than this, but this was the age that I started to feel the effects of the way I had lived my life-think a giant cinnabon. because that's pretty much the main food group of my entire childhood. Bread, sugar, more bread with some sugar sprinkled on top of that ;). I would wake up with very sore wrists that never seemed to get any better, but I just assumed that it was the way that I had been sleeping with my wrists tucked under my chin. My parents never thought anything of it, and honestly...I didn't either! I was seventeen. Seventeen year olds don't get disease. Fast forward a couple years, I was only a freshman in college and my joints would hurt so bad that I was taking naproxen every day just to function. I took this medicine every day for over a year. Fast forward a little bit more, and I began to feel the effects of taking too much NSAID. I won't go into detail (as to spare people who grow faint like my husband), but it was obvious that my body couldn't handle all of the pain meds that I was taking. So I backed off from taking it daily and saved it for the days when I knew I'd have to be on my A-game like school and work. This method managed to get me by for a few years, but it grew increasingly worrisome to me as I wasn't finding any improvement. Deep down, I knew that this wasn't normal. I couldn't even dress myself! I would wake from the pain in the night. Something had to be wrong with me. I made an appointment with a rheumatologist and waited for the diagnosis.

I received the diagnosis around my 23rd birthday. Me and some of my closest friends and family were headed out to Las Vegas to celebrate when I got the phone call.

My beautiful mother and myself on the day I received the call from the rheumatologist

I had prayed for a long time that no matter what the diagnosis was, that God would give me the strength, faith and attitude to overcome whatever it was. The doctor told me over the phone that it was rheumatoid arthritis. It stung to hear. I was 23 and felt like I was 93. When I should have felt like I was in my prime, I only saw a future full of pain and fear. I didn't want to accept this. The doctor recommended a medication that I would need to take for the remainder of my life and the thought of that just straight up scared the crap out of me. I expressed my fears with her and she understood, especially because I was hoping to get married and have babies in the near future. My doctor and I agreed to continue on the path I had been on (aka-tough it out) and just keep checking in for evaluation.

I have a super high tolerance for pain, and managing the pain of the RA was doable for me. Unfortunately though, this wasn't my only issue. In 2011, I graduated from dental hygiene school and landed my first job. I was thrilled, but I was literally disabled. The pain from my RA and the irritable bowel symptoms I had been having for over 5 years progressed every single day. (again, sparing you the details. You're welcome). It was to the point that I literally could not continue to live a normal life anymore.

Wanted to share a picture from my graduation from dental hygiene school, but couldn't resist sharing this one instead. Again, you're welcome ;)

I was desperate to find relief so I made an appointment with my physician who literally didn't care about anything other than concealing  my symptoms. He gave me a medication to conceal the IBS and help me get through my days. I left that appointment feeling immensely frustrated and confused. He didn't consider investigating why I was going to the bathroom 10+ times a day or that my hands hurt so bad I would rather just chop them off. Didn't he care WHY my young body was suffering like this?? I knew there had to be someone out there that could help me. I sought out a specialist. 

Next appointment I made was with a gastroenterologist. He suggested Chron's or Celiac disease and followed that up with a colonoscopy. The joy. The procedure revealed nothing other than massive amounts of inflammation (shocker) and a blue color seen throughout. He was surprised in seeing blue and asked if I had anything blue to eat prior to the procedure....UM YEAH. The gallon of blue gatorade you suggested I mix with the gallon of Miralax, are. you. kidding. me. I had never felt like I wasted more time and energy in my entire life. I left that appointment relieved only for the fact that I could eat food again and never have the procedure done again until I'm much older. He summed up his findings with this, and I'm literally quoting him on this one..."Well, you're clear from any major bowel disease, but you have a significant amount of inflammation. I will admit, there are many unknown/undiscovered diseases that start in the gut, and we categorize these mysterious cases like yours as irritable bowel disorder simply because we haven't been able to figure out the cause yet. I am sorry, but there are medications that we can offer you to help you with this." I just had to laugh because of all that I endured, all the doctors I had seen and tests that I went through; this was the final diagnosis. I believe this is where most people give up. They take the medicine, without question and suffer the rest of their lives. Maybe it was because I thought I was too young for this sickness, or because I am very strong-willed and stubborn, but I was on a mission to figure this out. I refused to stop here.

So I continued to suffer for years until God guided me towards a more natural path. He placed people in my life, and moments in my life that led me to this state of healing. I can't explain it any other way, other than I just knew there was a way out of this. I wasn't going to accept living the rest of my life in this decaying state. 

I chose to see a chiropractor who practiced nutritional wellness. The first appointment was comparable to voodoo in my mind. I wanted to laugh, actually, I did laugh to most of what he was doing to test my body. (but kept my words to myself) Honestly, I had nothing...absolutely nothing to lose at this point. Modern medicine had truly failed me. 

I was a newlywed who wanted so badly to become a mother. To be a mother that could live a long, healthy, strong life with her amazing husband and future kids. I expressed this deepest desire of mine to the chiropractor and he just looked at me and flat out said, "This will be no problem. It will take time, but we will heal your body." I was ecstatic inside to hear this news. I wanted to hear this so badly and to believe it even more. For the first time in years, I had hope.

My husband and I (before we discovered a life of health)

He started with adjustments and eliminating major food groups (key=GRAINS, GRAINS, GRAINS). It wasn't even a couple of weeks and I started to feel dramatically more energetic. I could make it through my day at work without hogging up the one bathroom we had. I could get myself dressed in the morning without crying. I could walk in the mornings without limping like a hobbit. 

Without going into great detail of the exact regimen he put me on (because it was anything but simple...but SO worth it), I can say that we healed my body naturally. With real food. Real herbal supplements. No expensive medicines with side effects that had the potential to produce an alien-baby. No more NSAIDs. No more physicians looking at me like I was crazy and writing scripts for bulls!t medications. 

I went on to have a very healthy pregnancy and natural delivery. I went on to become a strong mother and wife. I went on to have another baby. I am nearly a decade older from when I first started this entire journey and can say that I feel 100x better today than I did in my late teens/early twenties. If I had to sum up what I learned from all of this, it would have to be that I never gave up. I'll never give up. I will always fight and keep my faith no matter what life throws at me. If I put my mind to something, I am going to seek to finish it. I will do this for myself, for my wonderful husband, my precious kids, and my amazing God. I will do this to set the example for my kids and pray that my story will shed light for someone else who may unfortunately find themselves in similar shoes. If you are there, I encourage and pray that you keep pressing on and never give up! There is hope and there is a way to find a more healthy life. It's going to take time, and work, but it is possible!