DISCLAIMER: Before reading this post, make sure to read the disclaimer at the bottom of this webiste. The proceed accordingly.

The government tells us that as coaches we cannot use words such as HEAL or CURE, or even allude to the possibility of giving people any remote hope of getting better naturally.

However, this story is MY story – how I reversed – healed – cured MYSELF of hypothyroidism, pituitary tumor and infertility 100%. And since it is MY story and not a promise or a claim to do so for anyone else, I choose to exercise my right to FREE SPEECH and tell you MY STORY as it truly happened.

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this is going to be a long read…so, get comfy and take notes

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Do I have you intrigued?

Can one really cure hypothyroidism?

If you are struggling with a thyroid disorder (hypothyroidism, hyperthyroidism, Grave’s disease, Hashimoto’s, Thyroid Eye Disease) you might have heard from your doctors that the answer is “NO!” and emphatically so.

How do I know that? Since I believe in sharing personal experiences to show people whether something works or not, I would like to invite you to follow me as I journey back to my own past.

It was the year 2001. My husband (fiancé at the time) was diagnosed with a brain cyst.

The cyst was threatening his life.

He was hospitalized and had undergone a major surgery with two smaller ones in the following 2 months. I was his primary and only caregiver. Given that the surgery was quite invasive, although very skillfully performed, it took him nearly two years to fully recover.

I was also working a full-time job and spent most of my time (all of my “free” time) at the hospital. My husband needed a lot of care and attention which he did not easily accept from the hospital staff, so I had to make up for what they could not do – bathe him, keep him company, feed him…

With such a full schedule I averaged no more than 4-4.5 hours of sleep per night for at least 2 months.

As he was recovering, my health began to deteriorate.

Before I knew, I put on 30+ pounds, developed anterior knee condition and my menstrual cycles got crazier every month. By the time we got closer to our wedding date, they were about 3 months apart.

I did not know what was causing the problem and was too preoccupied with everything else in my life to pay attention to my own health. My doctor was not of much help when I sought her expertise.

About 3 months before my husband and I tied the knot I went in for a physical and decided to go on birth control (BC), as he was still recovering and we wanted to postpone having children until he was well. I had informed my MD about my hormone problem. Instead of trying to figure out what was causing it, she cheerfully wrote out a prescription for BC and sent me on my way. Her only concern was that I refused to have Pap smear done – I fought tooth and nail not to have it without a good medical reason – and, on which, after doing a bit of reading, she had to agree with me.

My body, already exhausted from stress and lack of rest, now took another hit—one of the worst things that happened to females all around the world—birth control drugs.

I was too ignorant to know what they might do to my body, even after reading the insert. My MD did probably knew less than I did at the time, as she assured me that the medication was completely safe.

With time I had learned just how detrimental birth control drugs and devices can be, but that’s a topic for another day.

At the urging of my doctor, I got on BC to regulate my cycle. Birth control did not solve the problem – it only covered up one of the symptoms that I developed at the time. The medicine caused drug-induced menstruations, while the rest of my health was spinning out of control.

Before long, I had put on more weight, going from my slim 125 lbs frame to 168 lbs at my worst.

My knees were in constant pain – I could even hear them crackle when I bent or unfolded my joints. There were times I was in so much pain I could not get out of bed, and my husband had to pull me up to my feet. Jogging was not even a faint dream at that time, since even walking and laying down hurt.

My skin began to change: my once completely moist and smooth face had dry patches all over.

Then it was my hair: it was falling out as if trying to evacuate before an inevitable disaster.

Next, in the line of attack, was my mental health. Up until that time in my life I had never known what it was like to feel depressed or sad for an extended period of time, however, as my health began to worsen, I plunged into the depth of depression and had to fight tooth and nail to appear normal to others, while dying on the inside daily. Had I gone to see a doctor, I would have been diagnosed with depression and probably put on yet another prescription drug.

Then my eyes took a hit—I had developed an extreme case of dry eye syndrome. It got so bad that I ended up having punctual plugs inserted into my tear ducts in an attempt to retain much-needed tears.

The list of my symptoms could go on for a while if I were to list them all, but I will spare you the details.

Over the span of several years, after my husband’s recovery, I had gone through more stress, some of which had to do with relocating, my father suffering a stroke and eventually passing on and many other life-disruptors.

Being that I had never recovered from the initial stress which started all these problems, what had followed simply compounded and made things worse.

I had visited several doctors and specialist in an attempt to find out what was going on with my body.

Some of them were well-known in their field and respected in the medical community, yet NOT ONE could tell me what caused my problems. At best, each tried to diagnose me with, what seemed, unrelated health issues and offer severely invasive procedures to improve… THE SYMPTOMS, including an open-knee surgery.

The extent of my diagnosis was that I was “border-line hypothyroid”. When I insisted on knowing the dangers of being “border-line” not one could explain those to me, and I was insistently told that I had nothing to worry about.

With time I found out that what is considered “border-line hypothyroidism” by one doctor can be considered hypothyroidism by another.

Eventually, after making a list of all my symptoms and doing research – this is long before you could Google things and find articles like the one you are reading now – I concluded that I had developed hypothyroidism.

It took me at least another year before my self-diagnosis was confirmed by an MD. I was, in fact, suffering from Hypothyroidism.

At the very same appointment, I was informed that I had a pituitary tumor and my chances of getting pregnant naturally were slim to none.

Much like you, I was also told that I could never be cured of what I had and will most likely need to be medicated for the rest of my life!

By that time I had already gone off birth control meds and lost nearly 30 lbs, but my body would not budge beyond that point. I believed that the cause was hypothyroidism. According to my doctor – the only way out was to medicate myself.