MY HEALING STORY

Death in 21 Days to Climbing 21,000 ft. Peaks and Optimal Health.

Eight years before I was diagnosed with Grave’s incurable disease, I knew I was getting sick. My hobby was high altitude hiking and climbing peaks up to 22,000 feet. I started to become exhausted. Doctors’ tests confirmed I was normal. I got pregnant, breast fed my baby, worked, played, and hiked while joint pain and constant colds slowly debilitated me.

The final stressor, which I fought intuitively, was a simple dental X-ray. The next day I was so
famished I couldn’t get out of bed; my heart was racing out of control. I trembled like a ninety year old. I could hardly walk. I had arthritis and excruciating itching. Soon my muscles atrophied , and I lost a pound a week, while eating six horse-size meals a day that left my body within a half hour. I looked like a wrinkled skeleton with protruding eyes that could not see in bright sun or night-lights. I was basically crawling because my legs could not support me.