I grew up trusting in a pill-for-every-ill. As the daughter of a surgeon and an O.R. nurse, I believed modern medicine could solve anything. It did for a while. Until everything fell apart.
Panic attacks began in my twenties. I got anxiety meds. Psoriasis appeared in my thirties. This time, a steroid cream. In my forties came Hashimoto's. Hello thyroid hormones.
I knew there must be a reason these things were happening to me. If I could discover the reason, I could get better. But according to my doctors, "these things just happen and no one knows why."
The next blow came with my interstitial cystitis diagnosis. The specialist prescribed narcotics and gave me the following advice.
“There’s nothing that can be done. This won’t kill you but you’ll die with it. We can try to control the pain but you should probably join a support group."
are you kidding me? Who says something like that?!
By sheer chance I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. No lie. My doctor wasn't looking for it. It was more like they stumbled upon it.
I was DONE with the status quo. I needed a new path; a way out of the endless medications and misery.
I wish I'd had just ONE person on my medical team who was looking at the big picture.
One person asking "why."
One person looking for connections.
One person to explain HOW I got here and to show me the way out.
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