Now at the time I was living in NYC and considered myself a healthy person. I even began yoga alongside my diagnosis, was an avid gym-bunny and ate well but there was more for me to do to really clean house. Now “those fingers” were pointing back at me demanding I get to work — the “real” work. I quickly shifted by letting go of various pollutants — smoking (anything), drinking alcohol, eating junk foods, red meat and refined sugars. I began to listen to my body, asking questions to discover what healing was in health food stores and healing centers.

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