"You need to be taking Imuran! You need to be on Plaquenil! You are going to die!"
I just keep smiling a tiny grin and nodding. Three weeks before I had gotten my lab results from the hospital that showed my liver to be in a pre-hepatic state.
For months I had been walking around with an abdomen that looked like I was carrying a five month old baby. Problem was I had a hysterectomy in 1997. No unborn child in there other than whatever dysfunction my friend Systemic Lupus had created without my knowledge. Since the fall of 2011 me and the land of funny jammies had become quite close with a visit every five weeks or so. Thankfully those lab results in June had helped me give birth to a new idea, one radical and scary. How can I help my body heal??
The new ideas baby was born! Willing to push out any concept or perception that kept me ill, I went to friends who had helped heal themselves of issues relating to fibromyalgia and liver dysfunction. Asking questions, I began a liver detoxification process that has included juicing and living a vegetarian lifestyle. Giving up sugar is a bitch but would you if it gave a life free from disease?
The short of this experiment on healing and wellness has placed me in a unique position. Years ago I had given my spot on the waiting list to see Dr. Andrew Weil to someone much more sick than I. The one thing that I was able to convince my rheumatologist of was to order a repeat of the tests that came back so hellishly out of whack. I went in and had those drawn yesterday. This hard stick would send lab techs on break.
Reporting in that after one attempt a solid vein was hit that did not collapse which is a miracle in itself. The second miracle was that four vials of blood were drawn and filled to the top in five minutes. No this is not a vampire show. It is the fact that a patient can say no to the doctor whose treatment may give them symptoms through medications prescribed that may create a different kind of living death.
More on my immaculate conception . . . .
