Using a cane to walk and sometimes needing a wheelchair due to the paralysis in my arms and legs, I lost hope.  I thought there was nothing I could ever do to stop the downward spiral of devastating symptoms that trapped me inside my weak body that I eventually grew to hate. 

 

As my body failed me and refused to obey my brain’s commands, my sense of powerlessness swallowed me whole.  Unable to express myself through my broken body, my once lively spirit began to die.  As my illness robbed me of the ability to be the mother I always dreamed of being, I lost my sense of purpose. 

 

Then it happened...my rock-bottom “aha” moment. One day, my husband left me alone with our 2-year-old daughter.  While walking over to show me a toy, she tripped on the area rug and hit her head on the coffee table.  It was a hard hit that stunned both of us.  She cried so hard that no sound came out until she caught her breath and then she screamed for me. With her arms reaching for me, she cried "momma, peas."  I was paralyzed in both my arms and legs at that time so I couldn't get to her no matter how hard I tried to wiggle and twist my useless body out of that chair.    

 

I could barely move, but in that moment, I used every ounce of strength I could find to get my body on the floor with her.  When I got down to her level, I couldn’t even hug her. My fucking arms didn’t work.  All I could do was place my cheek against hers and cry with her as she wrapped her little arms around my neck.  I remember the feeling of her tears on my cheek. The heartache was more than I could bare.  Something inside me broke.  Maybe it was my heart, but in that moment, I decided I'm fucking done with this bullshit MS. 

 

So I gave myself an ultimatum:  “You can either live with MS or you can be a mother.  You can’t do both.” It was in that moment, I decided I would get better no matter what it took.  If it took a miracle, I wouldn’t stop until I found one. 

 

From then on, my mind was set firmly on my recovery.  I quit my job of 11 years and educated myself in every aspect of physical and mental health. 

 

The more I searched, the more I found new options and I tried every single one of them.  I came across the story of two women who had healed themselves of MS symptoms using just nutrition and I thought, “If they can do it, I sure as hell can too." 

 

From there, I never looked back.  It's been 18 years since my diagnosis and I have regained my health, married the love of my life, had a third child, and made it my life’s mission to teach people what I have learned.  I went from broken to badass and I want the same for you, for everyone, because no one should ever have to suffer.  It's completely unnecessary! Though no one tells us how to heal.  Well, not anymore.  YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN HEAL!!

 

You DO have choices,

you CAN heal your body,

and I will show you exactly

HOW to do it!