Catherine C.

I began eating an animal-based diet in October. Now I can walk again! We put my wheelchair in storage. I have MS, and I was deteriorating steadily over the course of 25 years. I had never had a period of remission before. I didn’t know what remission would feel like.

Wow. I had lost bowel control, lost ability to balance, and my vision was increasingly blurred. I was developing dementia, dysautonomia and seizures. I was malnourished and anemic, with LGS and IBS-d. I was on Fentanyl and lots of other meds. I stopped the narcotics in January, but I didn’t improve, and my pain was unmanageable.

I have had pneumonia twice this year. I spent an average of one week per month in hospital. But after starting a ZC WOE, I haven’t been in an ER or hospital since October, which may be a record for me!

I’m not going to die just yet. I can drive short distances (I drove for the first time in 2 years recently). Now I have to figure out what healthy people do; I don’t really know. I honestly feel like an infant, or a person who was comatose for a couple of decades. Memories are coming back in chunks.

I used to be an opera singer, then a school teacher. I haven’t worked since 2006. I don’t have enough stamina to work yet, but I truly expect that I eventually will. I can’t wait! I can sing and play piano and flute again. It’s exciting!

I have fine and gross motor skills. I can thread a needle (before, I had intense tremors)! I’m still forgetful, but it’s getting better each day. I still get pain, but it’s only occasionally instead of unremitting. I don’t contemplate suicide. I don’t fantasize about taking narcotics.

This Christmas I will be with family. I haven’t been in their company since my father’s funeral in 2015! It’s as though we don’t know each other. And I don’t really know who I am besides an invalid. Life is for learning.

My husband has been my primary caregiver. We don’t know how to relate to each other now. Sometimes that causes stress because the change has been so rapid. But I don’t ever want to be so dependent again.

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