H.O.A.L.
Since I came back to England over five years ago I’ve persevered with what I thought was the best way to assist my body through what everyone with multiple sclerosis knows is a very difficult 24/7 experience. I wasn’t just playing at it or fooling myself because of overly promoted advertising of “sure things” on sale, no, my nutritional and supplemental regimen was based on the years I spent working for Dr Hal Huggins in Colorado. So based on his incredible work I’m sure I’ve been able to lessen the horrible debilitating symptoms.
I was originally diagnosed in February 2004 and was able to work full-time until November 2012 and part from the first five months when I was looked after by my beautiful sister Suzie, I’ve lived alone and seen a carer for an hour at lunchtime. I’ve learned that certain supplements and more than 4.4 litres ( 1 gallon) of water are absolutely necessary for me to exist, there are a variety of things added to the water including bicarbonate of soda.
Since September last year I’ve undoubtedly seen huge improvements, to me of course, because of the ABP and there isn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that this old body of mine will once again function normally as the inevitable healing takes place.
However….. the last 14 years have been tough and if it wasn’t for a H.O.A.L. and my absolute belief that I will heal, even though there was no tangible proof at the time. On one particular occasion back in Colorado, I had food poisoning, I’d fallen while vomiting, not nice…. and became so weak with my face was planted in a pool of vomit, I was peering and soiling myself, it took 7 hours to crawl from my bathroom to the kitchen to get the water I desperately needed.
During the five years here there’s been some really horrible things, one time I’d fallen out of bed, I was naked, it was November and after 5 hours at 3am it was bloody cold, several other things including a fall the resulted in a very nasty cut on my head. I could write a book on the bad things that have happened, but it’s what was…. not is.
So although I have absolute confidence in what I’m doing now with the ABP it hasn’t been easy and I know there’s still a very long way to go, but what will keep me going no matter what this hideous, heartless and so frustrating disease throws at me is three things, the ABP, I’m my mother’s son and H.O.A.L. which is that I have the Heart of a lion.