It's Too Late To Put Off Making Necessary Changes

I Didn't Come This Far to Only Come This Far 

     The cancer is gone, but the treatments have wreaked havoc upon my body and diminished my quality of life to an unacceptable degree.

     Radiation has rendered my digestive system unreliable and at times treacherous.       I won't eat ANYTHING until I am safely back at home, whether that means 10:00am or 3:30pm. 
        Chemo has brought on neuropathy:  I can hardly feel my feet (except when a sensation of razor blades slicing at them occurs) and my legs have become too weak to carry me safely without assistance.  

     I fall.  I can't drive anymore.  I can't do stairs.  I can't get in and out of a bathtub.  From some chairs, I can't stand up.

     I have decided to fight to get my life back.  I have tried the traditional routes to seeking help -- allopathic medicine has left me hanging:  They've drawn enough blood out of me...  

     "Whole food, plant based" --  I'm all in.  My son insisted. Have I really missed my pizza, ice-cream, pasta, tacos, sweet and sour pork, butter, sour cream, breads, etc?  Yes, at first.  

     BUT, in six weeks:

     I have lost forty pounds.

     Instead of suffering through crippling insomnia, I sleep seven blissful hours every night.

     I am never hungry.

     Good food amazes me.

     Most days, I have no stomach issues.  Trying to follow a doctor-recommended IBS diet, I was still sick EVERY day.

     I was encouraged to blog my journey.  Here we go...