The book, “Medical Medium: Secrets Behind Chronic and Mystery Illness and How to Finally Heal”, first came into my life in October of 2016. It is written by Anthony William who rides shotgun with Spirit of Compassion, to bring healing to the world.
Other than a slightly under-active thyroid and some general aches and pains that I attributed to “aging”, there was no health crisis I could put my finger on. I did not feel “bad” but I also knew that I had lost my inner “joie de vivre”, my light was fading. Anthony’s book prompted me to try celery juice for a few weeks, but as winter approached and celery prices skyrocketed locally, I soon shelved the volume…
I had been living in my new home for 18 months, and while I loved it, I found the winter months to be dark, cold and damp. Previous to moving in, my all-time high weight was pretty stable but that soon changed and my all-time highs eventually became unheard of highs. My weight climbed higher and higher over the next few years and I was desperate for solutions but fast losing motivation to actually make any changes. I rationalized this by blaming the shift on workplace stress.
As my weight crept up the scale…convinced I had a microbiome imbalance or perhaps a “slow metabolism”, I bought books by numerous authors, each promising that THEY had the answer. Trouble is, that none of the books resonated with me…and they all pretty much sounded the same with some slight tweaks. I even tried a Keto diet for a few months and though I lost 13 pounds over 3 months, I never felt worse in my life and did not fully recover once I let that go. My post Keto diet “metabolism” cranked to a grinding halt and all the pounds I had lost came back in triple. Ouch!
In April of 2018, the “Medical Medium Thyroid Healing” book caught my eye and though I was fascinated by the information, I did not have the energy to try the protocol. 90 days was a huge commitment and my “follow through” gene had packed up and left home.
In June of 2019, I moved to a new environment that was warm, bright and dry. Within a few weeks of moving, my brain started to come back online and my ability to focus had improved enough that I could read a whole novel for the first time in years. This was my first “aha” moment that perhaps my environment had contributed to my problem. In hindsight, I suspect I may have been cohabiting with mold, and it was a truly toxic roommate. Spirit kept prompting me to to detox, but I chose to ignore it hoping that the new environment would be enough to heal. It was not.
In November of 2019, my weight ballooned to a brand new all-time high. When I looked in the mirror, I was reminded of the kid who blew up into a blueberry in Willy Wonka! Desperate for discipline, I signed up to WW and began the dreaded food diary practice that always feels punitive and restraining. By Christmas, I had already hit the “F#*k-It” button and was preparing to spiral into the tailspin of my life.
Acid reflux had never been part of my life, but over the past few years it was getting so bad that when I ate certain foods, it felt like I was swallowing glass. I am sad to say, that even pain was not enough to deter me from eating the foods that hurt. Wheat, wine, chocolate, dairy and animal proteins topped the trigger list. The pain was justified by my shame and my threshold for tolerance was was high.
I was a prisoner of the low carb food belief system and believed fully that I needed to build my meals around animal protein, low glycemic veggies and healthy fats. I partially attributed the bloating to the sugar, grains and dairy that had slipped back in to my diet over the past few years; I also knew it was not that simple. Spirit kept prompting that I needed to drop the protein and fats, but I was fully brainwashed by the trends that had been growing over the past 30 years. Yes, that included “fear of fruit” as well.
It was December 29, 2019, when the “Medical Medium Liver Rescue” popped up on my Amazon book feed; it immediately resonated. I had begun to think that my acid reflux was related to SIBO and was about to go through the whole medical dance of getting it properly diagnosed. I saw SIBO on the cover, along with a host of other symptoms that were plaguing me, and with the click of a metaphorical button, the book was in my hands. I have not put it down since.
Immediately I saw the past 4 years with utmost clarity. Spirit was cheering me on as I realized that my liver was absolutely in a state of overwhelm and it needed emergency TLC. I began the “3:6:9 Liver Rescue Cleanse” on January 4, 2020 and in 9 short days, I had shed 7 pounds of bloat. I was also feeling noticeably better all around.
Aware that healing is going to take time, I committed the rest of January to following the “Medical Medium 28-Day Cleanse” and have now transitioned to finally committing to the “Medical Medium 90 Day Thyroid Rehab”. Yes, I see very clearly now that there is truth among Medical Medium’s words and have rekindled hope that optimal wellness will once again be mine.
As of today, I am 12 pounds lighter and acid reflux free! My foot pain has improved by 80%; my anxiety, energy and flexibility are at least 50% better and improving with each day. I look forward to my celery juice with the same fervour I used to have for coffee and the best part of all is that I can now see a future version of me that is not chained to a food diary.
I am so thankful for Spirit not giving up on me and so very thankful that Anthony William is tireless in his crusade to help people heal.
Thank you….thank you….thank you.
Angels
You might see an angel anytime
and anywhere. Of course you have
to open your eyes to a kind of
second level, but it’s not really
hard. The whole business of
what’s reality and what isn’t has
never been solved and probably
never will be. So I don’t care to
be too definite about anything.
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty. For myself, but not
for other people. That’s a place
you just can’t get into, not
entirely anyway, other people’s
heads.
I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
~Mary Oliver
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