I got some news yesterday that has blown my mind and altered my everything, forever.
For months, I’ve been told that I have Premature Ovarian Failure, which means, in short, that I have 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.
I 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 alone? No.
Would I raise a child with a girlfriend who also has a kid? Maybe, but only one very specific friend.
Would I adopt, if I couldn’t have kids? Absolutely.
Would I adopt even if I did? Yup.
What makes a good father? What makes a good partner? These were the daily issues I pondered.
I took good care of myself: I went to acupuncture 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 were on my side. 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 or children.
And then yesterday, I learned I had been misdiagnosed.
An amazing naturopath named Feline Kondula looked at my blood work and hormones and, because one of my levels was abnormally high, she deducted that I have metal toxicity and not early menopause. She’d seen it hundreds of times. We checked and, sure enough, I have high, high, high levels of mercury in my body that 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 imagine this kind of miracle was possible. I thought, at the very best, that my levels would get better and I’d prolong my short 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.