Being sick was normal for me.

Pain was a way of life. In a defining moment as I read an article on Alternative medicine, my life changed forever. I took my healing into my own hands.

I grew up just outside of Washington DC where my scientist mother organically farmed the entire back yard. My dad, a lover of sweets, filled our kitchen cabinets with Twinkies, doughnuts and Fruit Loops. We had the best of foods and worst of foods and all six of us were constantly sick, running to the doctor’s office with yet another infection.

By the time I was in my early twenties, the chronic disease diagnoses began to roll in.

First it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome, then came gastritis (a pre-ulcerous condition of the stomach). Meanwhile I had debilitating muscle spasms in my neck and upper back from scoliosis followed by a ruptured disc in my neck so severe that I was given pain killers and muscle relaxers with instructions to go to bed and rest . . . for weeks at a time. That happened every four to six months for seven years.

I had migraines and vertigo so extreme that I had to crawl to the bathroom and spend weeks in bed while the world spun around me. All the while, I averaged at least three throat, ear or lung infections each year with yet another round of antibiotics that would make me “better”.

At 27 I had reached my limit.

In a defining moment as I read an article on alternative medicine, my life changed forever. I read about the power of Chiropractic care. I was barely able to hold up the magazine, I was in such excruciating pain.

I thought to myself, “A chiropractor would be great for my friend with lower back pain.”

That’s when something clicked. I was always thinking about how to help others. What about me?

I put down the magazine. Called a friend who swore by chiropractors for a referral and made an appointment. My whole life was about to be altered permanently for one simple reason. I took my healing into my own hands.

My chiropractor sent me to a nutritionist who had me remove gluten, dairy, sugar, alcohol, caffeine, peanuts and citrus from my diet. I was prescribed massages, yoga classes, meditation and I began voraciously reading about nutrition and the power of the mind and heart to heal. I was hooked.

My dietary changes made a massive difference in my health but I was still depressed and plagued by nightmares and panic attacks. There was so much more to be done so I spent the next decade in therapy and studying to be a doctor of Transpersonal Studies. My life was turning around but I had a long way yet to go. I learned that the power of the mind and heart are immeasurable.

I got better.

I mean I got TONS better but then I slacked off. I was able to drink coffee again and eat sugar and drink wine and eat cheese so I did. I did that for years as I became weaker yet again. This time the symptoms were more serious. I was dropping things. I was having severe chest pains and shortness of breath that felt like a heart attack. I would spend fifteen hours a day sleeping then still feel exhausted. My hands and arms hurt so badly that I would cry when I opened a jar or chopped veggies for a chef client. I went in for tests and received a positive read for a rare, devastating autoimmune disease called Mixed Connective Tissue Disease (MCTD). I was crushed.
BUT, I don’t take a disease name as an answer for anything.

I took my healing into my own hands again and found the top doctor in the world who said he could, without question, help me heal MCTD. I followed his every word. I readjusted my diet and lifestyle to fit his recommendations and I got better. I got 85% better and that’s when my Rheumatologist downgraded my diagnosis to Fibromyalgia with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

I was 45 years old and I said to myself. Fibromyalgia? I’ll beat that too. So I did.

And then I was struck by lightning

on Venice Beach, California. Electrocution from a lightning bolt is no joke. It hits the central nervous system, the muscles and the brain.

In my case, it knocked out a disc in my lower back, damaged the muscles in my legs, my short-term memory, my auditory nerve and my salivary glands. I was on disability for a month and given the ultimate time out from the Universe. I was unable to work as a private chef to some of Hollywood’s top stars. It was time to reevaluate everything.

This is where you, beautiful you, come in. That lightning bolt was a gift to both of us. It was out of that bolt that I decided to put my hard earned doctorate to work with my twelve years as a private nutritional chef to create my coaching program, Get Well Now.

This is where you finally get the help you have been looking for. You’re tired. You’re sick and you can’t take it anymore.

It’s time to get well. What’s on the other side is a whole new you.