Amazing Grace

This is my story about choice.  The choice to heal my thyroid with food.

On the morning of December 26, 2006 I got the call.  It was from Dr. Parish, my gynecologist.  I knew it had to be important for her to call me the day after Christmas.  She wanted to know how I was feeling.  She must of known that I was feeling like hell, depressed and very lethargic.  To the depts of my soul there was little life left in me.  She broke the news, “Sara you have severe hypothyroidism.  It’s no wonder that you are even talking with me now.”  I wasn’t sure what hypothyroidism meant other than my mom and grandmother had it.  Dr. Parish explained that I would be very tired without proper medication to treat it.  Boy was she right, I could barely scrape myself off the floor.  More so I was emotionless all the while holding on to the joy of Christmas and the pleasure of my 7 month old son.  She asked me to see my GP as soon as possible.

 

Life seemed almost painful at that time.  My energy, my mind, my thoughts, my moods, everything seemed daunting.  I dreaded the mornings the most.  Night time wasn’t any better.  The insomnia and cold had taken over my life.  I needed my health, my joy and my life back.  I am so thankful for Mac and Madac who each in their presence inspired and pushed me through my struggles, my journey.

I made a call to Yvette, a natural food healer, who I now call my friend.  She comforted me with the idea of thyroid healing.  She taught me how the body works and how to nourish my blood, my adrenal glands and most importantly how to give life back to my thyroid.  I listened.  I could listen to her for hours.  She had knowledge in her voice and wisdom in her heart.  We talked about foods, greens, tonics, proteins, organ meats and other foods I would never dream of eating.  Yuck, right?!  These however, were the foods that would eventually save my life.

You’re probably thinking I took the plunge and started a healing foods plan with her.  Well, not exactly.  I still had to visit my GP.  My GP gave me hope of a quick fix for my thyroid in a form of a pill called synthroid.  I would simply take it each morning for the rest of my life.   Just like that, magic, my thyroid duties would function again.  Really doc, do you believe that?  I knew better then, and I know better now.  There is more to a healthy thyroid function than taking a little white pill.  Where’s the healing in that?  I wasn’t buying it.

I was born with a healthy thyroid, genetically predisposed to hypothyroidism and predetermined to take synthroid.  The doctor said I would not have gotten past the age of 32 without thyroid problems.  Hmm.  When I insisted that I try first to heal my thyroid with alternative methods she abruptly told me that a little iodine was not going to heal my thyroid problem.  She was right about the dulse, it would take a whole lot of nourishment to help my thyroid.  She wrote the prescription for synthroid and then referred me to an endocrinologist for more counsel.

That night I struggled with my choice.  I knew I could take the path least chosen, a path not recognized by medicine or with anyone for that matter.  All odds seemed to be against me.  Or, I could follow my heart, my will and that fighter in me.  Yup I am a fighter.  Every fiber in my tired being needed healing and knew that the little while pill was not the answer.   I knew from working with Yvette years earlier and experiencing healing from foods that we are what we eat.  My diet in those days was poor and my whole body needed healing. 

I was struggling with what my heart desired.  I wanted to heal my thyroid naturally but could I?  Would it work?  How much energy would I need and how long would it take?  The questions haunted me.  On the advise of Yvette I prayed.  She told me the answer would come.  With hope in my heart I asked God to show me his blessing and the right path to travel.

As I lay my head on my pillow that night I drifted into sleep but still awake.  That’s when it happened.  I felt the palm of Gods hand resting over my head and my neck.  By the grace of God I heard his whisper “you are in my hands, you are safe.”

I rested just like my baby boy that night.  With the resistance and my power struggle relieved, I had a new comfort to make my decision.  My choice was clear all along.  I never again questioned or doubted my choice to take a more natural way towards healing.  My time had come to heal my life.  I’ve never looked back. 

My journey to wellness began with the food on my plate.  With patience, love and persistence I would heal my thyroid from Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.

This journey was my sacrifice and my gift.  It is now a path that I continue to travel so that I can in turn teach and share and heal with my family and all of you.

 

 “Let medicine be thy food and food be thy medicine” ~ Hippocrates