My journey with Hypothyroidism…and how God guiding my
healing.
I read somewhere recently that sometimes God doesn’t heal
us instantaneously like we would want Him to, but instead He heals us as we
look to Him for the wisdom to heal ourselves.
Making better choices, eating better and exercise leads us to new truths
in Him and about how He designed out bodies to work. I believe this takes us deeper into our
relationship with Him as well, relying on Him to guide us as we do the work as
opposed to expecting Him to do it for us.
In 2007 I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism when I was in
the early stages of pregnancy with Micah, my seventh child. If I was a betting woman, I would bet it
happened after the birth of our sixth child Camaron. Up until Camaron I had always had a super
fast metabolism, could eat anything I wanted and would burn through the food
fast. I never had to deal with weight
issues. And I always maintained a weight
of between 118-125 lbs. even after five children. But something happened after my thirtieth
birthday and Camaron’s arrival. Within a
year, I felt sluggish, I still couldn’t lose the baby weight, my hair was dry
and thin, my skin became drier than normal and I began experiencing severe
joint and muscle pain. I thought maybe
it was the age, and the fact I had with Camaron six pregnancies under my
belt. And that belt was too tired to bounce
back into shape once more like it had in the past. I found myself thirty pounds heavier. I felt awful.
But I accepted it as my new way of life in my thirties.
When I was pregnant with Micah and they found my low
thyroid levels, it seemed to explain the fact I had felt so sick for the last
two years following Camaron’s birth. It
seemed that the answer which was of course, synthetic thyroid or Levothyroxine
would be the “fix it”. It took a while
to get the right levels and yet once my levels were “normal” on the medicine, I
felt NO better. Not one bit better. I and the doctors began to think it was
Fibromyalgia that was causing the pain.
And I accepted this ruling as the answer to what ailed me. Not long after Micah was born, I began taking
Cymbalta for the Fibromyalgia. It took
the edge off the pain, but never seemed to fix anything really. I didn’t complain and kept my pain silently
to myself. After all, it was my journey,
my hand that had been dealt. Maybe I
needed to accept pain as part of my life.
Maybe, I somehow deserved it due to the sin I had lived before giving my
whole heart completely to God.
Now I know what you are thinking God, doesn’t work like
that. No He doesn’t. He is a God of love, mercy, grace and
forgiveness. But I also knew He is a
righteous judge and that He may save us, but He doesn’t always stop the
consequences of our sins, sometimes we have to walk them out. SO the enemy kept me in bondage to that. That maybe this was something I had to walk
out.
I have lived in silent misery since 2007. I had my gallbladder removed after the birth
of our last child in 2011 because of a horrible attack that began in my
twenty-eighth week of pregnancy and lasted until three months postpartum. And slowly food issues and sensitivities came
to the surface. I have always had a hard
time eating certain foods, and of course they were foods I ADORED. Yep, you guessed it Meat, and all things
dairy were causing me to be sicker and sicker every day. Now without my gallbladder, I cannot have
them in me for more than fifteen minutes before I feel the most horrible
nausea, bloating, constipation (with meat) and diarrhea (with dairy). I feel sluggish, foggy headed, and just
stagnant. I knew I had to change
something. To add to this my ever
worsening thyroid issues had propelled me to now being seventy pounds heavier,
in constant pain and I had no sex drive.
I was experiencing the most painful irregular periods that once were
regular (you could set a clock by me) and hardly any pain at all. Every symptom had gotten worse, and I felt
like doing nothing but sitting in my chair, watching Youtube videos. I haven’t been able to go outside with my
kids to play, and no one understands the pain my body feels. Sometimes at night I cry myself to sleep, and
with exhausted prayers, beg God to take it from me; to please heal my body.
In 2010, I began to really research thyroid issues food
& diet relations as well as fibromyalgia.
I began to discover many different theories of what inhibits thyroid
function, gluten sensitivity, dairy sensitivity, meat protein and fats
issues…yadda, yadda, yadda. And you know
I found that we as a nation are highly deceived we are LIED to. We DO NOT NEED MEAT PROTIEN TO LIVE. WE DO NOT NEED DAIRY FOR CALCIUM. LIES, LIES, LIES and even MORE LIES! We have been, as a culture buying into the
thought that without these things, we are going to be sick. Yet most of us while eating these things
everyday are sick. Does this make any
sense?
Flash forward to now.
It is April of 2014, and we have been on plant based for almost a
month. I have also been switched to
Armor for almost three weeks. I can see
a difference already. I feel my belly
shrinking, I feel more energy, I am eager to continue on. I will begin exercising the beginning of next
week. Will you hold me up? Will you say a prayer for me? Stay tuned for more posts on my progress!!
God Bless you!
Kris
