A Rough Start In Life.
For as long as I can remember back I always had stomach pains that would stop me in my track and force me to catch my breath. So many foods would upset my stomach, making it more difficult to eat as time went on. It was shortly after I had my appendix out on Christmas Eve 1996, that everything came crashing down with my health. In 1997, at the young age of 12, I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis.
At that time, not much was known about this "disease" and being in a small town, you sure didn’t have the same kind of care and treatment plan like you would now. Over the years I was subjected to non-stop procedures and was in consistent, excruciating pain. I had been treated and/or seen by five specialists and our family Doctor. They put me on every possible medication they could think of and nothing ever seemed to work. As the years went by, my health drastically deteriorated, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to help others as I was accepted into a Registered Nursing Program in 2004. Unfortunately, that same year was the year my health hit rock bottom and I was unable to attend College.
At the young age of 21, I was 79 pounds, had received two blood transfusions and was going for bi-weekly iron injections. Anything from steroids, several dozen pills a day to questionable methods of delivery - I feel like we did it all. Suffering constantly with low blood pressure, I remember passing out at the hospital for endless hours and my numbers would barely register.
When you see your family doctor with the tears in his eyes, telling your mom that there was nothing more they could do for me unless they removed my entire large intestine; it’s a different kind of feeling. The part where your stomach hits the floor and fear floods your mind.
Being the amazing parent they were, my Mom and Dad wanted to try one last option and told me about this Natural Path Doctor who had helped others like myself. My first initial reaction was "No way! I’m not going to go see some quack doctor!" My parents pleaded for me for weeks to go see him. I finally agreed to go; but not for me. It was for them, because I could see the pain in their eyes every time I said no. To be honest, at that time I was okay with giving up, to not go any further in life. I had spent the majority of it fighting day after day, I was tired and did not want to keep doing this anymore. This was the first time I was introduced to a test similar to that of the Meridian Scan Analysis."
