”Well, this is quite something. I almost wish I wasn’t visiting you on a good day and that I was feeling my worst – so you’d be more likely to find something.”
”Oh, don’t you worry darling… If there is anything wrong going on inside there, I’ll find it.”
I’m sitting in the blanket lined arm chair of a Bioresonance therapist, whose treatment room has that shabby chic thing going on; artsy, intriguing, homely. Refreshingly welcoming in comparison to the overheated and clinical Doctor’s surgery I’m used to making regular visits to. Who until a few days ago, I had no idea I’d be meeting, or about the life changing procedure she was about to carry out in order to diagnose me.
Now I have spoken before about how I feel the classic symptoms of IBS on a regular basis; how it makes me feel mentally and how it can affect my energy. But let’s face it: given the hectic schedules of the modern lifestyle, convenience food and work demands – doesn’t every one get a little IBS to a certain degree?
Well, for me – this was my last resort and I was on the verge of simply taking the ‘just give up and live with it’ approach after having tried everything, whilst pleading my GP for a referral to a gut specialist. ”The problem is that we can’t refer you because you don’t seem desperate enough… Usually you have to be an emergency in order to see them”, she said. Fair enough, but I wasn’t going to settle for that. I decided to do my own research and seek the right help elsewhere.
You see, only a week prior to this I was crippled on the floor with a stomach tied in knots; helplessly crying to my parents in pain before somehow putting on a brave face and heading to my Dad’s work Christmas party. I remember trying so hard to make nice conversation so that they didn’t think I was that rude, stuck up and unsociable family member. ‘Isn’t this turkey insane?!’, ‘Your eyeliner is SO good!’, ‘Is that Mariah Carey they’re playing? YAAAAAS!’. Just forcing all the standard chit chat in order to hide the fact that it took all of me not to jump in a taxi home and curl in to a ball with a hot water bottle. This routine was not a one time occurrence. Oh no. This was something I was getting far too familiar with. That’s when I knew that something had to be done. The New Year is coming and I cannot, WILL NOT, live my life like this any more, I thought. I am a single, determined 21 year old just touching on the the best years of my life, and I would preferably like to live them to the full, thanks.
Sure, not all days were bad. I can go through phases where I feel on top of the world; unstoppable, inspired to do big things with the blog and to go out socialising like any other young adult. Indeed, since adjusting my diet to focus on foods that don’t cause aggravation really did help – and it goes with out saying that if I was living on a diet of junk food then I would be a lot sicker than I am. For this, I am so grateful. I just couldn’t keep going through the unpredictable phases where I was in so much pain that the prospect of leaving the house was simply out of the question. I guess you could say that it was my ‘gut feeling’ to seek help from a practitioner recommended by a friend whose daughter had Crohn’s disease. The waiting list was until the end of February – but somehow, miraculously, I managed to get in on a last minute cancellation the very next day.
By the grace of God, change was coming much sooner than I thought.
Hello, my name is Sophie Bradshaw and I have colitis, an inflammatory bowel disease, along with IBS, leaky gut and a grand total of zero gut flora, along with a host of viruses and parasites living inside of me.
No good bacteria = one sweet ass environment for viruses to live. Thankfully the food I eat doesn’t feed them (they really, really like sweet things), but because there are no defences fighting them off – they’ve been pretty settled in Sophie’s Gutville.
It might just explain the rapid and uncontrollable weight loss, anxiety, cramps and bloating that I’ve been routinely experiencing on and off for the past five years. The whole time I was told I had to ‘get more carbs down me, girl!’, ‘drink more protein shakes’ and ‘make peppermint tea to ease the IBS’, it was in fact, not just IBS. I was, and still am, a walking disease, and had I gone on much longer or had followed a diet high in refined sugar and carbs I would be well on my way to having part of my bowel taken out. Fuck.
And that’s why I owe my readers an explanation for my absence, as I have been flickering from MIA on my low days to ‘hello, it’s me!’ on my better days here on my blog and social media. But I refuse to be fake online and try and to convey a sunny persona who lives a ‘perfect’ life when all I am feeling is… well, every emotion under the sun:
Anger – for the endless trips I have made to the GP; only to come back feeling deflated, frustrated and back to square one when they tell me that my blood levels are normal – and that perhaps I need to start counting the calories that I’m consuming on My Fitness Pal.
Resentment – for those who blamed me of having an eating disorder. Who simply passed my weight loss as a girl who was ‘obsessed with healthy eating’ and always skips the dessert after the Sunday roast. Miserable. Can’t she see she’s making her parents worried sick? In denial.
Sadness – for looking back at how my body has physically changed. How I have slowly become a skeletal shell of myself, and the fact that I feel inclined to lock the door when in the bath so my mum doesn’t see my naked body. Strappy slip dresses that show off the arms? Gorgeous. On me? Not so much.
Relief – for finally having my diagnosis. For knowing what’s going on in my head isn’t just in my head, for knowing that with the right treatment, diet, remedies and time – that I might just be okay.
I cried a lot. I slept a lot. I digitally detoxed to the point where I felt totally at one with myself; and funnily enough – the happiest I have been in so, so long. Because although the treatment (which I will go in to more depth in soon) leaves me feeling limp, toxicated and weak; I know that in the long run it’s going to help me. That at the end I can tell my story and maybe, just maybe, offer a word of advice to some of you who can relate to my endless health issues. The moral of this post? You have to take your health in to your own hands. Seek the right professional practitioner, nurture your body and accept you have to slow down for the time being. And please – follow a diet that suits you (and not the Insta-famous raw vegans), whilst trusting that you can eventually heal yourself.
Here’s an interesting fact: Did you know that a ‘healthy’ body contains 2kg of gut flora? I have none. Nada. Zilch. Nothing to fight the bad guys – and no digestive enzymes to absorb all the mountainous plates of Instagrammable food that I have been eating daily in the hope that they will help to regain my weight.
The ironic thing? It turns out that the strong antibiotics I took back in 2010, prescribed by my GP to kill a virus, wiped out all the good bacteria – and in time has made my gut a perfect home for viruses and parasites (AKA ‘critters’ as my therapist calls them) to go about their twisted ways; slowly eating away at my gut lining and leaving a trail of inflammation in their tracks. I know it sounds totally unspeakable and yes, not for the faint hearted – but the reality is that every one has parasites in their body… Even you. They are lurking everywhere, thus virtually impossible to avoid.
Think about it: We eat food that has been imported from the other side of the world, we are in daily contact with people (who although they say they do, maybe don’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom) and we drink water that hasn’t been filtered. So unless you’re a hermit that lives in an isolated igloo where no bacteria can live – you can’t avoid them. It’s whether you have the right defenses inside of you to keep the critters tamed – and I just happen to be an example of someone who doesn’t. So they have taken over my whole digestive system. But not for much longer. I won’t let them.
THE LOWDOWN ON BIORESONANCE
I know – I had never heard of it, either. There is a lot to it, and it has helped thousands of sufferers also on their last resort to get to the bottom of their health issues which have perhaps been dismissed by other practitioners. In a nut shell, bioresonance is a scientifically based diagnostic treatment based on electro magnetism. It works by boosting the healing signals that pass between the immune cells and all the cells in the body, whilst suppressing the signals given off by allergens and other imbalances that affect the body’s ability to heal: From viruses, bacteria and moulds, to environmental chemicals, pestisides, food additives – all of which we are exposed to daily. Bioresonance identifies the causes of our body’s symptoms and treats the body; helping to restore health and balance.
Still with me?
The procedure is similar to an ECG scan. You have chest leads attached to you that show the heart rhythm on the screen, which then tests the ‘frequencies’ to scan the body. The frequencies are then arranged in order of greatest disturbance, therefore highlighting the problem areas in the body and harmonising the disturbances. The device used, which was conducted by a German engineer, includes the most up to date production technology – and was certified and registered as a Class 2 medical device in Europe last year. Oh, and it also treats 30,000 patients daily.
Struggling to get your head around it? Imagine a symphonic band playing music: Each instrument plays an important role in contributing to the song, but if someone’s instrument isn’t tuned, it would sound totally off – resulting in shouts and boo’s from the audience. Those shouts are the pathogens. Your body is the theatre. Your organs are the instruments. Bioresonance helps to tune your body back to health and literally zap the critters out of your body. Pow Pow!
Well, it’s all out in the open. Feels good. It’s going to take time; a year perhaps, before I can be truly balanced, but knowing that each treatment is a step towards being in a state where I feel healthy again is what makes the days where I feel so depleted of energy somewhat bearable.
In case you’re wondering; my diet remains the same. I simply avoid the foods that irritate me (that’s cow’s milk, yeast, eggs and wheat) and I fill my plate with high quality protein, LOTS of fresh organic vegetables and grains – such as brown rice, rye, quinoa and spelt. No, I don’t feel restricted when it comes to food because there is still so much I can enjoy – and it’s about embracing that, not getting caught up on the foods that I simply cannot tolerate.
I realise you may be feeling disenchanted about every post I have ever shared online; ‘Hang on, we’ve been spun a yarn here?’, Understandable. But the fact is that my diet was never the problem. The lack of treatment, the length of time it’s taken to get the diagnosis and the fact my whole digestive system is inflamed is the problem.
And so I have taken this ‘down time’ as an opportunity to totally nurture myself, and spend time at home cooking wholesome meals that are a) easy to digest, and b) won’t feed the critters and c) will help to build my muscles, restore my gut with the good stuff and help to restore my vitamin and mineral levels. I’m just trying to learn to enjoy the process along the way, however tough it might get.
Of course, in order to speed up the process and ensure that I am doing what I can whilst at home to combat the critters and restore my gut flora – I am taking daily probiotics, digestive enzymes, vitamins that I have become deficient in and homeopathic remedies. That, when combined with the fortnightly visits to the Bioresonance clinic, is what I am putting as my main focus – certainly for the next few months whilst I take on the hardest, most challenging phase. The thing is, you have got to stay on it and do everything you can do to ensure that you reach your final goal, and for me, that is simply being a healthy 21 year old with a fulfilling and exciting life ahead of her. She has ambitions and she wants to live up to them. Just give her time. She’ll get there.
If you’ve stayed on here long enough to get to the end of this post – then thank you for reading this! As I have said many times before; I find writing, cooking and sharing my creations with you on my blog hands down the most effective form of therapy there is, and I am so truly grateful to have this space and like minded readers who can connect with me on a daily basis.
Speak soon, lovers xx