My story......

       Here is my  list of what "conditions" I have been diagnosed with (some years ago, some since April):

sleep apnea, depression, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, polymyalgia rhuematica, restless leg syndrome, panic attacks, irritable bowel syndrome, gluten- intolerance, blood clotting disorder, 2 mini-strokes in June, diabetes, obesity,vitamin D deficiency, ADD, more depression, elevated liver enzymes, severe lactose intolerance...humm...I am sure I am missing some! 

I could barely take care of my children starting in late February early March.  I had a round of viral meningitis that knocked me off my feet for weeks.  Once that was over, the fibromyalgia and arthritis kicked in. 

I could not get out of the bed most days.  When I did- it was for a short time and was very painful.  Normal tasks were difficult and painful.  Holding a hair dryer, getting out a pan to cook, opening the car door, and even just walking to the mailbox wore me out. 

I could hardly walk up the stairs without having to lay down.  Laundry was impossible for me to do- the baskets were too heavy. 

Playing with my children didn’t happen. They had to learn to fix their own breakfast, lunch and make sure they fed their little sister. 

All the while, I was trying to homeschool. 

My 44th birthday
2 days later
Then came the min-strokes 2 days after my 44nd birthday.  I was just sitting at the kitchen table with Karianne.  Next thing I know I am unable to walk, speak, and am seizing.  We still do not know what caused them and I may never know.  I was rushed to the hospital where I stayed for days having every test under the sun .  The weeks afterwards were filled with anxiety, fear, and hopelessness.  Not knowing why these episodes came about was almost paralyzing for me.  I feared that I would be driving my children when another one might occur.  These were possibly the most frightening episodes I have ever had in my life.  Not being able to talk, walk...all while my 3 children were watching.

My body was literally shutting down. It was dying.  In six months I went from running 6 miles to not being able to get out of bed.  I was not able to do things with my children that I wanted to do. My weekends consisted of staying in bed because my husband was home from work.  It was such a welcomed relief but at the same time, I was missing out on so much. It was a huge burden for him to come home and have to take care of everything that I couldn't do.  The laundry, the cleaning, bills. Everything that I  normally took care of was now added to his plate. 

The normal look of my kitchen sink!
Everything was a chore. My body felt like it weighed 1,000 pounds.  Turning on the turn signal in the car was painful.   Getting in and out of the bed was difficult and came with moans and groans.  Life was painful with every step.

Every move I had to make took so much energy.  I was so tired of being tired.  Good days never occurred.  At the same time all this is going on I am gaining weight quickly despite my efforts to keep it off.  This only added to my pain and suffering. Not to mention my self esteem.  My relationships were suffering as well.

I hated being in so much pain.  I hated not being able to take care of anything around the house. Especially my children.  I thank God I had parents close by to help me.

I knew something had to change.  I was tired of medication after medication only making me feel worse. I went from doctor to doctor only to be treated for the "symptoms" of my aches and pains.  Every specialist had there own "take" on what was going on but it only pertained to the body system they specialized in.  

Nothing was getting to the real root of  what was causing me to be so sick.

 I was desperate for my life back.  The anxiety of learning I had a blood clotting disorder sent me to the doctor one last time.  I did not get to see my usual doctor I had seen for 18 years.  I "had" to see a new doctor I had never seen before.  I really dreaded it.  I didn't want to have to go through my life's history again.  I almost cancelled that day but am so glad I didn't.  God had already made that appointment for me.....He knew I needed to hear this doctor say very simple words to me.  "You need to take charge of your own health".  Instead of continuing to put my health in doctor after doctor, I needed to get to the root of the problem.  I needed a different perspective. I left the doctor's office with a new sense of hope that I  did not have to be like this.  I could and would get better.

I contacted my friend Deborah  Kirby who had been giving talks on "health issues".  She had asked me to attend several times but I was always too tired to go.  She came to my house this time and spent two hours teaching me about the root of my illness.  



 I know it sounds crazy, but she had hit the nail on the head!  All my fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, arthritis, weight gain, depression.....everything was due to an overgrowth of yeast in my body.  I had to get the yeast out in order to get well.

So, this started my journey to "fight the fungus" and get my life back. The first part is literally is a series of face book posts and emails  before my journey began compiled together.  Then I move on to when the real journey began. 

My blog will hopefully help others who have suffered and have not gotten to the real root of their illness.  My prayer is that the stories and information on here will "make sense" to those in pain or suffering illnesses that have seem to have baffled doctors.