Recovering from toxicity has led me down many paths that I could not have ever imagined. After a life-long battle with invisible illness, a brush with death opened up my eyes and altered my life permanently. I began to seek answers to the debilitated condition my body was in after having a catastrophic side effect to antibiotics in my late thirties. The long journey to my awakening had begun long before, I had been on this collision course since birth.
I was born a child of biochemical warfare, the daughter, of an Army veteran exposed to Agent Orange during the Vietnam War. I had been born with a birth defect of the brain (Arnold Chiari), and a malformation of the urinary tract and genitalia that required emergency surgery at the age of five.
Up to that point I had many unexplained medical issues, and felt unwell a majority of the time. I had allergic and hyper sensitive reactions to many foods, and medications. I remember spending countless days and nights in doctors’ offices and hospitals. I was constantly being examined and tested for unusual symptoms, and injuries that perplexed
The physical pain and confusion were compounded with the numerous doctor visits, and painful procedures. I suffered incredible physical pain and was given many OTC and pharmaceutical medications as treatment. Along with these medications, I was given a great deal numerous and frequent treatments with many antibiotics.
Though I drank antacids in great quantities, I continued to suffer from horrible digestive issues that continued for decades. There was no doubt that something was off, though no one was able to say just what and more importantly why. Most tests and labs were relatively normal and I began hearing the long time mantra, “You are just making this up for attention and need mental health intervention”.
Eventually, along with such peculiar behavioral health, these symptoms began to be treated as a psychological issue. After my first child was born I had a complete mental health fallout, and was prescribed even more pharmaceutical psychiatric medications. Over the next two decades I was given countless anti-depressant, anti anxiety, digestive, migraine, antifungal, and pain medications.
I was also prescribed a great deal of antibiotics, primarily fluoroquinolones, and over the counter medications for a plethora of issues such as infections and insomnia. I had chronic UTI, bladder, respiratory and yeast infections along with Bartonella, Epstein-Barr Virus, and Babesia.
In my mid thirties I was administered an antibiotic called Levaquin, along with steroids for a suspected infection. After the first dose my entire ride side became paralyzed and I developed severe neurological and digestive issues. I was screened for a stroke and then tested for MS and Huntington’s Disease. I looked as if I had Parkinson’s Disease and was then referred to NIH (National Institute of Health) for a movement disorder study.
At this point, I often required the assistance of a wheelchair or cane in walking for longer than a few minutes. I met with a team of neurologists, and again was treated as if these issues were solely psychologically manifested.
After withdrawing from multiple pharmaceuticals the condition I was in continued to decline, and I became stuck in an aggressive wasting syndrome, leaving me looking emaciated and anorexic. Ultimately, I became primarily bedridden, unable to take care of my basic needs. I would spend days unable to leave my home, or even be able to take a shower. The life long sensitivities I had experienced became heightened, and I became unable to tolerate many foods or chemicals.
After seeing a series of specialists the picture of these chronic health issues began to emerge. What had been written off and dismissed for decades as hypochondria and attention seeking was actually Mastocytosis, Asperger’s Syndrome, and some messed up genetic mutations. It became clear that the decades of chronic illness were due fluoroquinolone toxicity, pharmaceutical withdrawal, cardiac, metabolic, and endocrine disorders, along with bacterial/parasitic/fungal infections, and SEVERE food allergies.
After altering many environmental, lifestyle, and eating habits I began to slowly improve. I spent the next three years primarily bedridden with limited function. Many people in my life viewed this as something I made up in an effort to get attention or just be lazy. Some people tried to help me, but just could not understand what was happening or how to help.
After a couple of years on natural treatments, I began to see hope in recovering as things slowly continued to improved. I regained use of my legs, the ability to see colors, smell, read, write, and FEEL! I began to be able to sleep and for the first time since childhood I felt happy, calm…I felt like myself! I began to break free from the chemical restraints that had been enslaving my mind and body for decades. I had found an escape from The Black Iron prison, and once out I decided I would not ever go back…I AM FREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
I stay dedicated and work hard to educate myself and others on what I am learning about regarding natural healing and toxicity related issues. A warning to those who enter the dark mines of toxicity, a Conscious Canary.
Today’s coal miners must rely on carbon monoxide detectors and monitors to recognize its presence underground. However, before the availability of modern detection devices, miners turned to Mother Nature for assistance. Canaries — and sometimes mice — were used to alert miners to the presence of the poisonous gas. Following a mine fire or explosion, mine rescuers would descend into the mine carrying a canary in a small wooden or metal cage. Any sign of distress from the canary was a clear signal that the conditions underground were unsafe, prompting a hasty return to the surface.