The year 1989 was a memorable year for me.
It was a year when, first I decided to die, then I decided to live.
For 4 months I had exhausting bloody diarrhea with mucus, great deal of pain and cramps. After each bowel movement, I would just collapse into my bed. I would run to the bathroom after eating even a morsel of food and even after drinking plain tea.
Then I said to myself: “Enough is enough”. I must go to the hospital.
I was admitted to Cabrini Medical Center in Manhattan on East 19 St. I stayed in the hospital for 10 days; doctors tried everything from Azulfidine to Cortisone.
I was fed nutrients through my veins, which collapsed after a week of being poked constantly.
I continued having bloody diarrhea. I lost all hope of recovering from my horrible case of Ulcerative Colitis.
As a last resort, doctors offered me a full colectomy: surgical removal of my colon.
That meant I would have to live with a bag instead of a large intestine for the rest of my life.
After learning the grim news, I decided to kill myself, and end my miserable existence once and for all.
I removed all the IV’s from my swollen hands, got dressed and walked out of the hospital onto the busy New York City street. I wanted to be hit by a car, and die quickly before the ambulance arrived.
I just kept on walking until I reached Daffy’s Department Store on E. 18 Street and 5th Avenue. I walked into the store, and a black t-shirt with a “LOVE” logo in bright pink and orange letters caught my attention. And right there and then, I realized that I have so much LOVE in my life that I do not have the right to commit suicide. I must go on living. I have 2 small kids who love and depend on me, I have fantastic parents who adored me from the moment I was born, and a husband that loves me more than life itself.
I bought the “LOVE” t-shirt, put it on, and walked back to Cabrini Medical Center. I reached a decision: I will get well one way or another, so help me God.
I checked out of the hospital against doctor’s orders.
One week later, I was sitting in Canada in the office of a famous iridologist. She told me that I must do juice fasting and colonics to get well. I thought she was crazy, and that I would die without eating any solid food for 3 weeks, and just drinking fresh squeezed vegetable juice. I was merely 109 lbs; the pale, skinny shadow of my normal self (my normal weight was 135 lbs.)
I went back to New York.
I completed my 3-week vegetable juicing program in concert with other nutritional supplements. My profuse bleeding, mucus, and diarrhea stopped. I could finally lead a normal life again.
I felt like I was on the top of the world. For the first time in 8 years, I was in control of my own destiny. I understood – I could be well without using harmful drugs and surgeries.
Juice fasting was my miracle cure. It saved my life.
And I wore that LOVE shirt until it fell apart.