I've been hiding for a bit during this healing journey I'm going to start blogging about over on my new site, and finally feel comfortable sharing the mountain of thoughts that have accumulated about healing from chronic illness, what's worked for me, and how it's worked so fast.
I'm really happy to report that after all that time, I'm healing. As in, I have zero symptoms! The long list of junk is GONE, and it's stayed gone for months now. I'm out with my family driving, walking, hiking, enjoying the beach, fishing, traveling, and am back taking classes, and more! It's amazing!
|A recent anniversary trip with my husband (May 2018), and we walked and hiked everywhere!|
I did a few programs designed for healing from chronic illness, and though they were a great introduction, ultimately found them lacking in various areas, but am grateful for the principals they taught and doors they opened. My major, tangible healing started just this past Feb (only 4 months ago) with a neuroplasticity pattern interrupt called Eutaptics/FasterEFT and working intensively with a practitioner, combined with mindfulness principals and other neuroplastic exercises. You can read up on all this HERE. A great book to learn and start with about the ability of the brain to change and heal is The Brains Way of Healing by Dr. Norman Doige:
This post is the only place I plan to touch on my past, as I'm completely focused on being present and celebrating success. I've let go of all the labels that used to define me, and the identity of illness no longer dictates my life or state of mind. It's so freeing! One comes before the other, I've found.
So, whats been happening for 4 years? (insert dramatic pause)
Well, I stopped blogging in 2014, when my ex husband unexpectedly decided he was done, and we separated and divorced. It was a scary time, I could barely feed myself, let alone imagine being a single mom living on my own. I'd spent almost 15 months inpatient in the hospital within 3 years (9 months continuous), had just gotten a second mediport, was in a power or reclining wheelchair, even at home, had a brand new diagnosis (Lyme Disease), and my little loves (2 and 6 year olds) that needed me, one of which had a Lyme/Bartonella diagnosis as well.
I moved out and experienced a brief but triumphant remission in late 2014/early 2015, when I just decided that I was going to get well. I had no clue how I'd care for my kids, cook, clean, let alone even get out of bed. On faith and a gut feeling, I left all illness support groups on Facebook, shut down my former nonprofit, Dysautonomia SOS, and stopped blogging about illness. I cut dairy and processed sugar out of my diet (had already been gluten free because of gastroparesis for a decade), and was getting increased daily IV saline infusions through a new mediport.
I moved into my new one level, manageable small and wonderful home, and did not look back. I did not use a wheelchair inside, if I had to crawl, I crawled. I had chairs all over, including the kitchen. I was blessed to have a home health aid a few times a week to prep food, clean, and do laundry, as I could not. But this enabled me to cook seated, and during my rotating schedule with my ex caring for my kids 3-4 days a week, I started to heal. I was blessed with a ton of "starting over" gifts by my family, friends and the amazing people I'd met in person and online through my nonprofit work and support groups. My parents got my kids to and from the bus stop, and my two elderly Yorkies had a lovely backyard to play in, as I could not walk them.
From August 2014 - January 2015, I reconditioned. I lost 80 pounds. I started walking, I cooked, I continued to run my Etsy shop that I had started from bed from my new garage studio, and made fun crafty stuff and sold craft supplies. I became confident, and slowly started venturing out with friends. I used my wheelchair for outings, but could walk up the stairs to my parents house! Lots of little victories became bigger victories, and soon I went on my first outing alone. I was a single mom without many in person friends, feeling better, and was ready to meet new people.
So I went. I started living! I kept reconditioning and building my confidence, and by spring of 2015, I was driving, taking care of my kids, attending their events, shopping, eating out, drinking in moderation, dating, and enjoying a new found social life when my kids were with their Dad. I stopped seeing most doctors, and just enjoyed life! I met my forever husband! It was wonderful! BUT - I was reliant on IV fluids daily through that mediport, and had a very restricted diet.
|At a Pirate Festival with my kids - walking for hours! June 2015, So fun!|
The one amazing thing (beside my kids and the support of my family and friends) that happened during that time was that I met my loving, kind, funny, wonderful husband - and we continue to journey together today. He has been my rock, and when I went from healthy and functioning to very sick and needing care, he didn't flinch. I was devastated to get married with a wheelchair around, but I was able to get up and have our first dance for a minute or so before needing to rest. We had a great night and I was up and moving for a good portion of it, and best of all, I married the most amazing man!
|We had a magically geeky wedding! Very blessed to have our happy little family!|
|My old studio!|
(I promise, this all has a happy ending/new beginning!)
In March of that year, my mediport was red, swollen, and I felt flu-ish and had a low fever. After 4 trips to the ER, positive cultures, and still being sent home multiple times because I didn't "seem sick enough" I was finally admitted and tested positive on 4 out of 4 cultures as having sepsis. It was quite the fiasco, and an exhausting and scary week, that led to another week+ of inpatient time, a port removed where the meds didn't work and I felt the whole thing being carved out of my chest, and then a few days later a new port placed, where luckily I was put under and didn't feel a thing. Heavy IV antibiotics and reactions were no fun. I went home, only to end up right back a few days later with what turned out to be a massive DVT (clot) on the new port blocking my one remaining jugular.
Again, it was an exhaustive fight for care, as now both jugulars were blocked, my face was swollen with fluid, and I was fainting from just sitting up, and the pressure in my head was unbearable. I ended up another 10 or so days inpatient for that, then was flat on my back for months until enough clot had resolved and blood flow resumed a bit from my head. It sucked. I was using my wheelchair in my home if out of bed (rarely), and had to be held up on the toilet because I was blacking out so much. I was desperate and hopeless. At one point I needed a mediport study, and my heart went into V-tach and a crash cart was called, and I was alone in the ER, thinking I was dying. So much trauma and fear, it's hard to put into words.
|Flat on my back for months. My doggies didn't mind, at least :) Glad they like sleeping as much as I did!|
I completed the DVDs and started following the program and within days saw improvements. I was up more, feeling mentally better, and for the first time in a while....I had HOPE. I will be forever grateful to DNRS for that, and opening the door to neuroplasticity for me. After a few weeks, I was walking again, and getting out in my wheelchair. The noise and sensory sensitivity was gone! I rode in the car again without pain and dizziness! That was huge! I was out in my garden, and even helped build a table with my husband. I added back in a few foods! Things were going really well, and I kept reading and learning from all the pioneers in neuroplasticity, convinced that this was my way out.
|Gardening! With a backpack and IV fluids pump, but still! Felt good.|
Well, unfortunately, in July I somehow ended up with another blood stream infection. Again, my immune system was confusing the doctors - I had no fever but felt sick, and the port was swollen and red. This time we went to a university hospital a few hours away, and we were sent home! UGH! The same frustrating merry go round ensued, but eventually we got the call that the cultures were positive, and to come back to be admitted. So, my angel of a Dad drove with me the two hours and it was off to the races.
This time it was a gram negative bacteria and required different antibiotics, all of which I ended up having anaphylactic reactions to. They pulled out my port and put in a PICC line, because I wasn't a candidate for ports anymore with all the clots in my chest and both jugulars. I spent another week inpatient, and bless my Dad for staying with me, because I was scared. I'd had so many reactions, so many meds, so many steroids, and was having more heart arrhythmia's, more crash carts, my blood work was wacky, the doctors didn't know what to do, and I was just over it and wanted to go home.
|Visiting when I was back in the hospital, losing our minds! I was hours away this time, it was tough. I missed my family.|
(I pinky swear promise, we're almost to the good stuff! Stick with me!)
When all of this was happening, I had to stop DNRS and their system of brain training. The exercises were making me much worse, and after the course of steroids to treat the reactions, I had what was later called steroid psychosis, which was a very detached kind of depression I'd never experienced before. It scared the hell out of me. My brain chemistry felt "off" and I spoke with a DNRS coach, and didn't find any help and just couldn't do the bootcamp style program at all.
THEN (yes, there's more), someone suggested we get our home tested for mold, that maybe that was why my immune system was so poor, and come to think of it, maybe that was why my son had strep 9 times that year, along with mono. Maybe that was why my daughter had chest pain at night and everyone just seemed to feel crappy. So we did. Low and behold, in late October, mold testing by a Shoemaker (mold literate) friendly company found toxic mold growing in both kids rooms - the result of water damage in 2015 that wasn't properly remediated. We had no idea. It was hiding behind furniture along my son's wall, and was under the carpet and along baseboards in a few other places in the kids rooms. I was horrified, because who knew how long that had been there, and now to add mold to that long list of health crap? UGH. My poor kids. Mom guilt ensued.
So, we had to leave. We ended up moving 8 times in 2 months, and spent a lot of time in oceanfront hotels and bouncing around rental homes down at the beach near us. I won't bore you with how one rental home was flooded under the sink and covered in black mold and we had to leave the day after we got there, or how we had to leave another rental home over Thanksgiving and head back to the hotel because it was booked. Round and round we went, living out of a few bins, trying to maintain a schedule, and it was exhausting with two kids and two senior dogs, and we all were hanging on by a thread. We tried to make it fun, called it #moldcation and told the kids it was an adventure, and we had some really great views along the way. But it was tough. I was sick. We were all so very tired.
|Really nice view! Still would have rather been home.|
|Tired, but togther, after one of the many moves.|
So - we were home! We had a lovely Christmas, and I started brain retraining exercises and continued meditating and using the other supportive tools the Gupta Program provides. On January 11th, I committed to 6 months of daily retraining, joined an accountability group, and got to "work". By Feb 1st, I still hadn't seen many gains (but did feel better mentally!), so I added in another program I'd been researching called FasterEFT. I knew I needed to address the 16 years of medical trauma, divorce, ups and down, and the grief and loss I felt. I started working with an amazing FasterEFT practitioner in combination with taking certification classes, and still doing brain retraining and Gupta style meditation/mindfulness, and the rest is history!
By Feb 21st, after 6 intense sessions, I woke up and did not feel sick anymore. I don't know how else to describe it. But I haven't been sick since! Sure, I have had major reconditioning to do, and anxiety and fear to deal with, and my body needed to heal. There have been swings. But I am healthy now, and out living, and it's only the end of May! My PICC line was removed April 10th, and I've had NO fluids since! After 7 years of daily fluids, that pretty damn exciting! I've been living life again after all these years, and feel so very blessed. It's been a whirlwind of amazing, and I hope you'll head over to my new blog to learn more, be inspired, and join me in healing!
I'll leave you with a reading assignment, here's another great book about the power of neuroplasticity by a leading author in the field:
Thanks for reading! I sat down to write an abbreviated version, and this all came pouring out - so I'm leaving it! Hopefully it brings someone hope. YOU CAN DO THIS! Head to SWING Healing for more!
Peace and love,
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