I got some news yesterday that has blown my mind and altered my everything forever. For months I’ve been told that I had Premature Ovarian failure, in short that I had little or no time left to have children. I received this information in the last days of my father’s life, which compounded its intensity.
had to ask myself a lot of tough questions. Do I really want kids? Yes. Would I do it alone? No. Would I compromise my needs and co-parent with a friend? No. Would I artificially inseminate? No. Would I raise a child with a girlfriend who also had a kid? Maybe, but only if she’s Myka McLaughlin. Would I adopt if I couldn’t have kids? Absolutely. Would I adopt even if I did have a kid naturally? Yup. What makes a good father? What makes a good partner? These were my daily ponderings.
I took good care of myself, I went to acupuncture (the best in town!! Canfield or Jing) twice a week. I took these horrifying Chinese herbs that taste like ass poop EVERY DAY. I exercised my strength, and especially my faith. I prayed. I knew God had a plan and that the faeries had my back. I slowed down my drinking, I tightened up my eating. I ended relationships that weren’t right and stood up for myself and my unborn child/ren.
And then yesterday, I learned I had been misdiagnosed.
In short, an amazing naturopath named Feline Kondula (818) 761-1661) looked at my blood work and hormones, and because one of my levels was abnormally high, she deducted that it was metal toxicity and not early menopause. She’d seen it hundreds of times. We checked, sure enough I have high high high levels of mercury which had traveled to my ovaries and uterus. A simple but long process of natural chelation will rid my body of the mercury and restore the health of my entire reproductive system.
I didn’t even image this kind of miracle possible. I thought at the very best my levels would get better and I’d prolong my ticking time frame; but a complete reversal has given me a new lease on this life. I have emerged from this magical prank with a clear vision.
The Universe has its ways, and they’re all illusions.