Living like this was all I knew, and it worked for most of my life. Until it didn’t. Early 2013 I started bleeding and it didn’t stop. The doctors referred me to an OBGYN to see what was happening. They performed a uterine ultrasound and found haemorraghic cysts on my right ovary. These later came to rapture and heal on their own. Still ,there was uncontrollable vaginal bleeding and chronic uterine pain.
I was put on a heavy dose of antibiotics, pain killers and special sickle cell contraceptives that made it even worse. The drugs made me weak and drowsy that I could not move. The contraceptives only made the flow heavier and clumpy. I was a mess.
It didn’t cross my mind though I would be in that situation at that stage of my life. I lost my job, I took a break from school and I couldn’t leave my bed. My mother had to come down and take care of me. Which meant wash me, cook for me (what I could eat) and take me back and forth to the hospital. A point reached where my blood Hb level dropped to a 4.
The doctors seeing this and feared for my life recommended the harshest treatment imaginable because my health was seriously on the line.
They recommended a hysterectomy. The removal of your ovaries, uterus and womb. All that, I feel, made me woman.
It didn’t dawn on me what that actually meant, I only wanted to be normal and at peace. However, through serendipity and divine orchestration, my body wasn’t strong enough to go through the procedure. Which meant I had to wait until my blood was back up again and any signs of infection was ruled out. This gave me time to look around and research what hysterectomies entailed.
Aside from bleeding, infection, damage to your urinary tract, bladder, rectum or other pelvic structures ,early onset of menopause, hormonal imbalance; there was no guarantee that my problems would be solved.
The overall cost vs benefits didn’t make sense to me. And that is when I really felt trapped, like I was running out of air and sooner or later the chicken would come to roost.
I had to find something or someone, some form of hope that I could latch on. There has to be another way, a less destructive way to deal with this thing. And I scoured the internet, I called my sister and asked her to look for someone in the US that could help me figure this out. I read stories about miracles and prayer. But that wasn’t enough. I needed something practical, a tactic I could deploy to get me closer to my optimal level of health and wellness.
I then came across stories of people who used all natural plant based lifestyle to manage their chronic illness. Two of them stuck with me: those of Kristina Bucaram and Kriss Carr. Kristina basically reversed her diabetes with her fully raw lifestyle and Kriss went into remission after adopting a plant based diet, though not fully raw.