Me, Age 25 vs. 35

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Me, Age 28

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Me, Age 38

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My Story
 
At 26 years old, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. For years after, I suffered daily with debilitating symptoms.  The mother of two young children, I struggled with the simplest of daily tasks and routines, often needing others to care for my basic needs.  My condition deteriorated steadily until I lost mobility.  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.  
 
"Utterly defeated, I no longer recognized my life as my own."  


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 a mother I always dreamed of being, I lost my sense of purpose.  Then it happened...my rock-bottom “aha” moment. One day, while walking over to show me a toy, my two-year old daughter fell down right in front of me and hit her head on the coffee table on the way down.  She cried so hard no sound came out until she caught her breath and then she screamed for me.  I was paralyzed in both my arms and in my legs.  I could barely move, but in that moment, I used every ounce of strength I had to get to her.  When I got down to her level, I couldn’t even hug her. My 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.  It was in that moment that 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 that moment on, my mind was set firmly on my recovery.  I quit my job of 11 years, quit smoking, 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 on 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 16 years since my diagnosis and I have regained my health, soothed my soul, and made it my life’s purpose to help others on their journey to health.  I went from broken to badass and I want the same for you, for everyone. 
 
You DO have choices, you CAN heal your body, and with God by our side, I will do everything I can to help you.
 
"If we own our story, then we can write the ending."   ~ Brene Brown