LANDSALIVIN

The turning point for me was several days after I quit work. I felt like I was just hanging on to life by a thread. For some reason I remembered the time (about 4 years earlier) when I was treated for TB because I had had a positive skin test. While on that treatment, I noticed that I felt better. One of the medications was a B vitamin. I had never taken vitamin supliments except sporadically when I was pregnant so thought maybe because of my poor eating habits, I might be needing vitamins. I found a supliment called KLVB6 and started taking it regularly with 3-4 garlic gel caps each day.

A few weeks later, I noticed I was still alive and thought I might be feeling a little better. I decided to keep the same routine but added a multivitamin. Thought I’d found a good one. By this time I didn’t feel like I was at death’s doorway anymore, but was still in a fog and hurting pretty bad. I was not taking any pain medication except on rare occasions, aspirin when I thought I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. I did not want to take any chemicals that migh cause more problems.

It was about a year and a half after I quit work that I got a CEU (continuing education for nurses) leaflet in the mail on fibromyalgia. The presenter was a nurse. During the talk, I was amazed at the things she said about foods purchased from the grocery stores. I had heard about GMO foods but couldn’t imagine we had any in our little town. The depletion of the soil on the farms, chemical fertilizers, pesticides, herbacides and the use of hormones, antibiotics and dewormers used in the livestock all add up to poor nutrition in our food supplies.

Her solution to the problem: grow your own whenever possible and organic as much as possible. Though I believed what she said, it has been very difficult for me because I haven’t had the strength or stamina needed to accomplish this and have had to rely on others who do not see these things as ‘not good for human consumption’. Hey! The purpose of the sprays are to kill…..bugs and weeds, yeah, but they accumulate in the human body and cause ‘incurable diseases’ and death. This finally explained the mystery of my enlarged, poor-functioning liver.

I’m now reading a very good book by Jordan S.Rubin, N.M.D., Ph.D., entitled “The Great Physician’s Rx”. I read “The Maker’s Diet” when it first hit the shelves and have been working on finding ways to stay away from the man-made ‘improvements’ to our food supplies. So much of what we buy in the grocery stores has had some process or another done to it to prolong shelf life.

Welcome everyone. Do you know someone who has a health problem that has been labled ‘incurible’? Or maybe someone is having a problem getting a diagnoses and the doctors ‘can’t find anything wrong’. In this blog I hope to help you to find a cure for yourself, your friend or loved one. In a country that is labled the most ‘progressive’ and ‘land of opportunity’, it’s amazing that we have more sickness and disease than ever in the history of man. With all our great knowledge why would the #3 leading cause of death be prescription drugs? Heart Disease and Cancer were the leaders. (That was several years ago. It may be higher than that now.) With all the government regulations, how can this be?

I’m a registered nurse and love the profession, but in the middle of my career years, I had to quit my job because something was severely wrong with me and my doctors were unable to diagnose the condition. I was told it was ’stress’ and ‘all in your head’.

When I did quit working I thought I had only a few days to live because I felt so bad. It was as if the air around me was heavy and pushing down on me. Every square inch of my body ached as if I’d been beaten and left for dead. I itched all over but if I scratched it hurt worse than it itched. If someone just touched me it hurt. I had 3 eggcrate mattresses on my bed in an attempt to get comfortable enough to sleep. My joints were so stiff and painful I could hardly move. I couldn’t think clearly and scared myself when I couldn’t remember what the simpliest medications were. At one point I struggled for more than a minute just to remember my own name.

One day I was talking to a friend who had a condition called fibromyalgia. I had never heard of such a disease but the symptoms she described were some of the same symptoms I was experiencing. I searched the books I had saved from nurses training for this word and it was not there. A few months later another person was telling me that she also had this disease and described more of the symptoms I had.

My next trip to my doctor’s office gave a name to my condition. I was tired of being told it was ‘all in my head’ or just ’stress’. I suggested to her that I might have fibromyalgia. She agreed with me without hesitating as if she was relieved, also, to find a name to put on this pathetic situation.

Because she was so easily convinced, I made an appointment with a rheumatologist. I had learned a little about the disease and knew he would most likely be the type doctor who would know about fibromyalgia. He did confirm the diagnosis but I left his office feeling more helpless than before I went in. He told me there was no cure.

The treatment….he wanted to start me on an antidepressant. I wasn’t really depressed before but I was getting there now. This caused the fog to get thicker and all I could do was sleep, fitfully, but I did sleep. Needless to say that didn’t last but a few days. I couldn’t stand the feeling of being totally out of reality so I stopped taking the medication.

The road back to the ‘Land of the Living’ has been one of trial and error and without the help or advice of a doctor. I have attended continuing education classes (required for nurses to keep their licenses active), read everything I could find on fibromyalgia and have learned more than I learned from any doctor about this debilitating disease.