I was listening to the ketogenic girl podcast a few days ago. fast keto podcast Check it out, BTW, the is lovely and has interesting content. Anyhoos, I was listening to episode 50 which was all about breast implant sickness. Now, I don’t have breast implants. But I do like learning just for the sake of it. As the lady described her symptoms my interest was increasingly peaked. Aches, pains, chronic fatigue. She mentioned that any implant in the body could cause a debilitating autoimmune response.
Lightbulbs started going on over my head. I had a bunionectomy done when I was only 11 or so. Years of dance and genetics meant I was the unfortunate kid with horrible feet that were flat and deformed with big bunions. Cry a little tear for me, please. Well, it was in vain because that bunion grew back. Oh yes. So now I was left with a big, unsightly bunion with a gnarly scar and two steel/nickel screws embedded in my bone.
All this time I have struggled with chronic fatigue and a weird array of symptoms. I’ve developed celiac’s disease. I’ve had issues with my thyroid. I’ve been anemic. I’ve had random bouts of hair loss. All this time I was trying to detox my body and I have been quite possibly being poisoned from the inside out. Lovely.
I started googling and learned that most metal implants at the time were stainless steel bonded with nickel and other metals. Nickel is carcinogenic. Nickel is proven to cause inflammation and auto-immune issues. Another dot that I connected is the fact that I have a contact allergy with most metals. I can’t wear jewelry without my skin burning and even things like metal buttons on my clothes bother me. That’s a major sign of toxicity. ://thesmartchoice.com/autoimmune-diseases-metal-implants-devices/
I visited a podiatrist as a woman on a mission. He x-rayed my foot and suggested a far more complicated procedure than I wanted. Titanium plates and screws.
I politely asked to skip any more metal. Please and thank you. He agreed to go in, shave down the bone, and remove those blasted screws. It won’t fix the root of my foot (teehee) problem but it will a. Make my foot less hideous and b. get the metal the heeellll out of there.
Will it improve my health? I am cautiously optimistic. I am reasonably hopeful. I believe it enough to go under the knife.
My surgery is scheduled for the 19th of December. I actually pretty excited. I’ll be out of commission and unable to HIIT my workouts (I’m so punny, I know) for about 6 weeks but I’ll find a way to manage. 😉
On day four I am doing really good. I feel more clear-headed. I feel like it’s working and that is probably the most important thing. I’m having some cravings here and there (chocolate…) but I am bound and determined to do this.
I had an irritating experience yesterday. I’m in a fitness group on facebook. There’s a certain lady that posts frequently as she is trying to get into shape. She had posted about how hard it was to give up sweets. I reached out, mentioned candida, and sent her a link to my blog.
Which is not something I do lightly. I know this is a public blog but it’s really my space. I am pretty candid, 100% real. I’m not selling anything and I don’t make any money doing this. I do it really just to share my experiences and maybe help someone looking for answers. That’s it.
So when this woman took a few minutes to peruse my blog and then came back dismissing basically (what amounts to) my years or researching and personal experience…also claiming that it is impossible to heal yourself of virtually anything. She had a lot of diagnoses (ADD, asthma, whatever…) so she was an expert on all things health.
I had to talk myself off the ledge. At this point I had just consumed hot liquids and coconut oil on my fast so I was pretty quick to get in touch with my primal anger.
I corrected her on a couple points that she had incorrectly inferred, ending succinctly with “If I thought the way you do I’d probably still be sick and miserable.” A little sassy, yes, but not close to what I wanted to say.
Some people just aren’t going to get it. Some people think it’s weird if you question the (cough*pharmaceutical run*cough) mainstream medical advice. If I never questioned doctors I would probably still be eating gluten and half way dead by now. According to one doctor I saw, out of sheer desperation of “I’m in my early 20’s, why do I feel like I am 90 and normal digestion is a faint memory?” Nah, you’re normal. But you do need a flu shot.
Conventional mainstream medicine almost killed my son. What started as minor eczema snowballed as he needed stronger steroids (black box) and oral prednisone and they were pushing immunosuppressant drugs. We woke up to the fact that these drugs were actually causing their own condition that turned out to be a million times worse than his original eczema. It’s taken literal blood, sweat and tears to pull him back from the brink and restore his health. If we listened to the doctors I just shudder to think where he’d be now. 95% of what we did was natural and it’s working.
This was him on steroids. Notice how pale and tired he looks. He was going downhill badly and we didn’t know what to do.
This is what happened we discontinued steroid use. All over his entire body.
His skin turned fire-engine red, oozed and peeled off. He was also completely wrecked from near adrenal failure as he had been on artificial cortisol for so long. He was bed ridden for months. A year and a half later he is returning to being a normal, healthy little boy.
Anyways, I went off on a tangent all to say that THIS is why I am passionate about natural health and true healing. You CAN heal. You DON’T have to accept being sick and miserable.
I am not anti-doctor or western medicine. Not at all. But it’s a very symptom-driven industry. As in, they treat the symptom, not the cause. Not once did a doctor ever ask me about what Gabe was eating. They just prescribed the creams and pushed me to use more. When he developed chronic pneumonia we were told it’s a “triad”. Kids with eczema almost always develop asthma and allergies. But, WHY? No one ever talked about it. Now I know the strong steroids were suppressing his immune system to the point where he had no strength to fight off anything. He would get sick and stay sick. His doctor said it was “normal”. To hell with that!
Now my son is in excellent shape with his cardiovascular system. He can run and skip and jump and his asthma is completely gone. We are still dealing with some skin issues but they are a million times better than they used to be. His energy is back 90%. He is on zero meds or prescriptions. His medicine is cod liver oil, vitamins, astaxanthin, green drinks, and alkaline water and of course a gluten and sugar free diet.
The point is, there is always hope. I believe it with all my heart. I blog to share hope because I know life can be tough. Chronic illness can suck the life out of you. Sometimes you get kicked when you are down. But when you are laid flat you can look up and gain a new perspective. You can find hope where you didn’t previously knew it could be found.
If we had followed doctors orders, I have no doubt that Gabe could have, probably would have; died an early death from the extreme toxicity of the drugs.
We brought him back to his pediatric dermatologist office a few days into his steroid withdrawal, when all hell was breaking loose, looking for hope or answers. They were hostile, blamed us, said Gabe needed to be admitted and slathered head to toe in steroids and antibiotics. We stormed out. Best thing we ever did.
Yesterday I came across this photo of my husband, his mother, and I from 2011. This was 7 years ago. I would have been 24 or 25. Still a youngin’ by any reckoning. I was taken aback though, because I seriously look younger now, at 31.
Yes, I know, my husband is really tall. It leads to awkward hugs and a constant battle over the driver seat settings in our cars!
At the time I was dealing with severe chronic fatigue. It was starting to dawn on me that I had celiacs disease. But it took a long time to give up wheat. It took time to grieve the fact of all that I had to give up. I loved pizza and pasta and sandwiches…and just eating like a “normal” person. Plus, at the time, the gluten free options were limited and pretty gross.
I knew my potential future though. I come from a very large Irish Catholic family and virtually all of my dad’s 10 sisters had MAJOR auto-immune health problems. Lupus, celiacs, hashimotos, R.A. just to name a few. I didn’t want to live sick and die young.
I gradually made changes as I learned. I went from eating a standard american diet to a more natural anti-inflammatory diet. I cut back on sugar (I was a major sugar junkie!) till I eventually cut it out together. I also have to avoid preservatives, MSG, carageenan, nitrates and soy lecithin. If I eat any of these triggers I will feel like absolute death. My body is just hyper-sensitive to inflammation.
Instead of feeling sorry for myself because I have to eat a very limited diet, I choose to see it as a gift. It forces me to be accountable and eat well. I mostly embarked on my health journey in order to feel better. I’ll be honest, I’m not there 100%. I still have days were I feel exhausted. I still slip up and eat food I shouldn’t. But I’ve come so far. My health issues started me on a path not only towards healing, but towards optimized health. The journey has been tough at times, but I’ve learned so much along the way. For that I am grateful.
Not to toot my own horn (ok, maybe a little!) but I think I look younger now then I did then. When you take care of yourself, it shows. Especially as you get older.
Make smart choices to feel better today. Make those smart choices into your habits and routine. Those smart choices will have a cumulative effect, one of them being a more youthful appearance, and who doesn’t want that?!