I began serious inquiry into natural medicine in my teens, after suffering a childhood riddled with illness, including German measles, Scarlett Fever, nausea, and severe throat and sinus issues. I was blessed to have an art teacher in the tenth grade, who inspired me in many ways including health. She suggested I join a gym where she was a member. This facility was owned by a competitive bodybuilder, and many of its members were also in this field, including the at the time Mr. Universe, Lee Labrada.

I was thrown into a world of fitness, and healthy eating. I learned that my diet up until that point was primarily the cause of my poor health. While I was not propelled into the world of competitive bodybuilding, this experience set me up for a life of fitness and clean eating. My interest in diet and exercise continued to increase and once again, I was inspired by a close friend in college who became a naturopath. I began to learn the things he was learning in school and my passion for natural healing modalities bloomed.

At that time I began my voracious quest for knowledge about curative approach to illness. I began to study herbs. The first herb that sent me on a spiral of information gathering was Wormwood. I was intrigued by the antiparasitic aspect of the herb and by the fact that it was known to be a remedy for cancer. Connecting the dots, I recognized that cancer is related to parasites. I looked into the cancer industry and the methods they were using to ”treat” cancer and I only saw death, destruction, greed and profit. My eyes were opened and my mind blown and my battle against the evil pharmaceutical system began. I was healthy and strong for many years but was seriously injured in childbirth and became very ill after the birth of my first child at 24. It has only been recently that I have discovered the cause of that illness.

 Immediately after he was born, I became very weak, dizzy, I had total blackouts.I had severe back pain, migraines, extreme fatigue, anxiety and depression. I was diagnosed with hypothyroid and began medication but this did not help my symptoms. Over the years my pain increased and I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, Epstein Barr, panic disorder, severe kidney problems, insomnia, irritable bowel syndrome, mitral valve prolapse causing a heart arrhythmia, blood sugar disorder, polycystic ovarian syndrome, cysts in my spine and my brain, premenstrual dysphoric disorder and depressive/ anxiety disorder. On the outside I looked fine- I was lean and fit, and tried my best to hide my illness. I could lead a mostly normal life by staying in bed as much as possible and go out into the world for a few hours a day. I thought of myself as a healthy person and fought this with every ounce of my being.

Recently I have learned the cause of the violent and sudden illness I experienced. After years of research, I ran across Adhesive Arachnoiditis, which is damage to the spine caused by injections into the spinal cord, in my case, an epidural during childbirth. If the injection is not properly administered, it can damage the dura mater of the spinal cord causing inflammation of the arachnoid, which is one of the membranes that protect the nerves of your spinal cord. This can result in long term disability. My earlier awareness of the evil in the American Medical association, should have kept me out of their world entirely.

Unfortunately, I was tricked and decided to use a midwife for my birth that was working out of a hospital. She was limited in her authority there and when there were complications with the delivery, the hospital stepped in with their dangerous methods of childbirth. My labor was 44 hours, the epidural being about halfway through. By the time my son was born, I had a high fever, which resulted in the hospital taking him from me and putting him in ICU for three days, where they gave him antibiotics. He was perfectly healthy and this caused him severe harm. I tried to leave with my son and they threatened to have the state take him from me.

I was young and very vulnerable in my health and did not have the strength for that fight. Choosing to give birth to my son in a hospital is the single greatest regret of my life. My son has struggled with his own lifelong issues resulting from this unnecessary brutal behavior. Now in my 50s, I am healthier than I ever have been. It has been a long road to recovery but I have found many answers along the way that have helped heal me. It is my deepest desire to share my knowledge with others for their healing as well.