New Miracle Cure!
(Warning: During trial reviews, some participants who read this article experienced nausea, insomnia, anxiety, restlessness, decreased sex drive, dizziness, weight gain or loss, tremors, sweating, sleepiness, fatigue, dry mouth, diarrhea, constipation, headaches, suicidal thoughts, severe muscle pain, chest pain, a decrease in white blood cells, resulting in lowered immune defense, strokes, heart attacks, schizophrenia, bi-polar symptoms, osteoporosis, joint pain, temporary memory loss or full-blown amnesia, an increase in uncontrollable rage, and thoughts of hurting themselves or others.)
What, you’re still reading? Are you kidding me? Well, okay.
I don’t really have the miracle cure. I just wanted to know if after reading the warning label if you would still read.
Nasty trick, I know, but the quiet, quick spoken voice that rattles off all the possible side effects of different medications on commercials has got me to wondering how the pharmaceutical companies stay in business. Not only are they in business, but they are doing well enough to offer to help you with the cost of their product, if you cannot afford it.
How is this possible?
Years ago, while suffering from phantom joint and muscle pain, a host of diagnoses were tossed at me: chronic fatigue syndrome, fibromyalgia, lupus – – – so home I go to research these ‘diseases’. After finding out that 3 or more of the listed symptoms could be experienced by just about anyone at some time or another, the fact that it still is unknown for certain what causes these and the medicines prescribed for treatment had worse side-effects than what I was already experiencing, I chose to forgo the tests and look elsewhere for assistance.
After working with a nutritionist, an acupuncturist and changing to a Traditional Diet, I found the health I was looking for.
Nope, it wasn’t fast and it wasn’t always easy. I had to take a hard look at my lifestyle and how I was spending my time and money. I sometimes gave up things I really liked to gain the results I desired.
I’ve had to get better at planning ahead for the meals I prepare and try not to give into the urge to do take-out on the days I immersed myself in some other project and forgot to lay out something for supper or get bread baked.
In my enthusiasm to share with others what worked for me, I’ve endured sarcastic comments from those who think organic eating is a bunch of hoo-haw and condemnation from those truly organic, locavores who recycle, vote in every election, own an electric car and solar home and are offended that I, in my transitionary lifestyle, dare to count myself as part of their group. I also have to explain why yes, sometimes you can find me in the check-out aisle at Wal-mart.
I’ve teetered between the mindset of, “wow, I’m really making progress” to “what the heck am I doing? I know better………..”
I’ve offered my ear and thoughts to those struggling with grief and in turn, been drowned in it myself.
I’ve come to know that what worked yesterday will not always help me today.
And I know that if I am to be well in mind, body and spirit, I cannot give up when what used to work doesn’t anymore.
In short, I’ve quit looking for a miracle cure and hoping that if I do ’such and such’ my life will be on an ever-even keel and I can just enjoy it with no further researching, experimenting, growth or changes needed.
Instead, I enjoy when it’s good and when it’s not, well, I slug around for awhile in the muck, then try to figure out how I got sucked into that quagmire in the first place. If I can’t figure it out, or fix it, I yell for help. And wait to see what shows up.
Sometimes assistance magically appears. Sometimes, it does, but I don’t recognize it. And other times, nothing shows up and I figure that’s the Universe’s way of telling me, “Growth Opportunity!”
I’ve quit believing in miracle cures, but I do experience the miraculous. I’ve switched my focus from finding a ‘cure’ to finding ways to ‘heal’.
Nope, I don’t have all the answers and there are days when a glimpse into my life would make anyone wonder why I put so much time and energy into the things I do.
Fortunately, I’ve also given up the need to convince others I’m right.
(Though I still cannot resist sharing the journey…………..)