macro-leavesI love to breathe cooler air of autumn. It’s hard to imagine that three short years ago I fought for every breath, couldn’t sleep for more than two hours at a stretch and I coughed to rib ache and exhaustion.

I have had multiple requests to share how I got well so although I don’t usually visit past illness, I write this in hope that my story will help others. This is all medically documented.

I was no stranger to breathing problems. Most of my family had asthma but when my cough worsened progressively over a year nobody seemed to take it seriously.

“Allergies,” the primary care doctor said and sent me to an allergist. She tested me and suggested shots for dust and mold. It would take two years but I might improve. I told her that I would not live for two more years in my state. I asked to see an ENT but she said an ear, nose and throat specialist wouldn’t help. I needed a pulmonologist.

He decided that I had the beginning of COPD and prescribed Spiriva. This med may help people but I have a nursing background and had heard mixed opinions on it. “Hang on,” I said, “I’m not taking this med until I can research it.”

His exact words were, “You’re going to be on this medication for the rest of your life whether you like it or not.”

“How about no,” I said. It wasn’t my best moment.

“Then get you affairs in order. It will be a short life,” he said.

“It may be a short life,” I sneered, “but it will be in the South Seas with a coconut drink in my hand.” He asked me to leave his office.

I’m told that we say a lot of stupid things when we’re oxygen deprived. It’s like walking in the thin air of the Himalayas and I was at my stupidest.

I went home in tears and I stupidly cursed my body. I juice for you. I eat organic for you and this is how you repay me? I threatened myself that I would take up smoking and drinking whiskey. My body didn’t believe me. How could I smoke cigarettes? I couldn’t even breathe.

I got a second opinion. That pulmonologist said my lungs worked at 10% capacity and he wanted to hospitalize me. “I can’t go to a hospital,” I told him. “There are sick people there. Could you just make me pink again?”

Dr. Gallup knew stupid when he heard it. He didn’t argue. He gave me a steroid injection (which probably saved my life) and sent me home with a bag of med samples.

Then I heard about NAET, Nambudipad’s Allergy Elimination Techniques. It treats a wide range of incurable conditions from Autism to restless leg. I found Dr. Judith Toscano in Stuart, Virginia who had the training. Within 3 weeks I was able to walk (slowly and with lots of rests) in the woods with my dog. I breathed deeply to rebuild my lungs and to strengthen my diaphragm.

Dr. Judith agreed that I needed to see an ENT about my sinuses.

After having pissed off half the MDs in Kernersville I somehow I finagled a referral to an ENT, Dr. Harper told me what I had suspected all along, that my sinus cavities were severely impacted with polyps. We scheduled surgery.

After the sinus surgery, when I was groggily wheeled to the car I pushed the dressing in my nose aside and inhaled through my nasal passages for the first time in over a year. This is going to be good.

I continued the NAET treatments for a total of seventeen visits and I no longer had allergies. Almost every day I walked in the woods- and made a mediation of it. I breathed in wellness and I breathed out discord.

This past January I visited the pulmonologist my lungs were clear with a capacity of 114%. The PA discontinued the asthma medications which I had been on for over forty years. She admitted that this was highly unusual and she wanted to continue to monitor me. That was eight months ago. I have not been back.

I still walk in the woods but now I breathe in love and I breathe out thank you.

So thank you, Dr. Gallup (who has since retired) for the steroid injection. Thank you to naturopath, Dr. Judith Toscano at Lotus Wellness Cottage for the NAET treatments (that really work) and to Dr. Harper for the sinus surgery.

To my ex primary care physician, the allergist and the pulmonary Nazi, I realize you have degrees, large overheads and egos but learn to listen to your patients.

I am really grateful to be alive.

If you know someone who might benefit from this please pass it on. As it turns out, oxygen is important and I am it’s biggest fan.


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