By June 27th, I felt so bad, I could hardly work but I was still taking some appointments. On that Monday, at the end of the day, I crossed paths with my son and asked him “Do I look sick, I feel really sick”. He said, “well, Mom, your eyes are yellow”. All I could say was, “oh shit” because I knew this was not good. I contacted the Nutritional Therapist that was helping me and she ordered extensive blood work right away. I had this done on July 1st, just before the holiday weekend, so patiently waited, mostly slept, until the results came back. My liver enzymes were all elevated and biliruben was 12.5 (normal is under 1.5). She had never seen numbers this high in her clients and recommended I see my MD as soon as possible. I was deflated, I didn’t really have an MD since this is never my first choice of treatment. I worked with an MD two years earlier with just as weird situation with a virus in my thyroid. I called and made an appointment with her and since the appointment was not until July 19th, it gave me a lot of time to think. The faith I have in the healing ability of our bodies is extremely high, though I would only make these decisions regarding my personal self. As a Nutritional Therapist, this is out of the scope of practice for my clients. It sounds so dramatic but I thought about dying from liver failure and actually thought that was a better choice than being in a hospital. I don’t think I can recapture where my “head space” was at during these two weeks but now that I am getting well, I can honestly say it was a major growth experience for me physically, mentally and spiritually. I had dropped 10 pounds by now so knew all systems were being affected. Still, I had a burning need to give my body a chance to figure it out with only natural support. I wanted to eat but food was just repulsive. I used Biotics Pea Protein powder just to get some kind of protein in my body so it had something to work with. I would stand in the store and just look at food until something seemed appealing. I lived off watermelon and cherries for most of that month. Looking back, food was probably not that necessary for that period of time. My body was concentrating on healing, not digesting food. I am fortunate to understand the signs the body gives through excretions that helped me keep tabs on how things were going. But, I also knew I had to get some testing done to rule out things like tumors and hepatitis. And for this, I am grateful for our medical technology.