Growing up, I planned on being a doctor or a researcher in pharmaceuticals. I wanted to help people get better. My life took a different path, and I became a nurse, but still with the intention of helping people.
I even turned to modern medicine for my own health needs. I have suffered with debilitating migraines and fatigue since I was 12 years old. I had blood tests, CAT scans, MRIs, even surgery, but nothing was found to be wrong. So I started taking medications, then more medications, then different medications because the others weren’t working. By the time I was 26, I had resigned myself to that fact that I was going to live with this pain.
Since I couldn’t be helped by modern medicine, I felt I needed to find a way to help others so that they wouldn’t have to go through what I was going through. So I became a nurse. But I soon found out that many others, the vast majority of the patients I cared for, were in that same boat I was in – a life sentence of pill popping with no real results.