Two Words Doctors Hate: Juicing & Miracles Part 2

If you read Part 1, you know that I just recently had some tests done to find out why I’ve been experiencing some unpleasant symptoms after having my son 8 months ago. Before going into further details, you must know that these symptoms are completely different and unrelated to what I’m about to share with you. I’m a little hesitant to take you down this next path with me, but I feel like it’ll encourage you, so I can’t be selfish and withhold my story.

I started blogging hoping my life’s lessons and experiences would give you some tools, if not to help you through some of your biggest challenges, at least maybe to put a smile on your face for the moment. My intent was to explore with you this chapter of my life, on my road to healthy living, with lessons from friends and family, with hope that you’d see my lessons as beneficial in your circumstances.

Its hard to be vulnerable to the world, or at least the small, hopefully growing population of readers, so bare with me through this process. I made some poor choices in relationships as an adolescent, escaping and recovering from the devastation of divorce. I ruined some friendships as a result of the hurt I was experiencing (not to make excuses, but unfortunately hurt people hurt people). As a young adult trying to find my own identity, my communication and ability to articulate my emotions has cost me some friendships as well. I’ve gone through the wringer of doctors because of mysterious health issues. Now, venturing into the world of wifedom and mommyhood, I want to pass on wisdom as I nurture my son; I want to show him what a healthy, loving, committed marriage looks like. I don’t want to parent him out of resentment of my past, fear of making mistakes, or desperation to avoid him feeling the hurt I did.

My intent was avoid mentioning my relationship with God as my foundation and strength in overcoming these obstacles because I know the mention of Jesus sends a lot of people running for the hills. The reality, however, as much as I don’t want to scare people off, I can’t deny that the only true reason I am who I am today is because of His overwhelming grace.

This is my story of how my healing began, where I am now, and how we need to protect ourselves from the negativity people speak into our lives, including doctors. If you’re a skeptic of faith or maybe discount it completely, I’m not here to try to change your thinking, in fact, until this happened to me I probably wouldn’t have believed this story either. With all of the bad that happens in the world, I just encourage you to stay with me for the next few minutes and read something good, something positive; it’s pretty cool what happened actually.

My first miracle:

My whole life I suffered from a chronic digestive disorder that was finally diagnosed in 2004 as microscopic colitis. Most of my life was experimenting with possible solutions: trying different ways of eating: increased fiber, eliminating dairy, gluten-free, superfoods, organic; Yoga for stress relief (because in the medical realm, everything has to do with stress and anxiety apparently); undesirable herbal remedies, suggested by my semi-granola, holistic mother with whom, by-the-way, I now agree with most of what I thought were ridiculous solutions; colonics: this is weird, just weird; three different prescription medications, to humor my dad, who is the polar opposite if my mom–Vicks, Ny-Quil, a glass of wine, and sleep are his solutions to everything (and maybe a Diet Pepsi); two colonoscopies; one endoscopy; and a partridge in a pear tree.

After being “diagnosed” there was a brief sense of relief because there was an answer, but upon diagnosis was the information that “nothing can help”, “there’s no known cause”, “no treatment”, I was. “just going to have to live with it for the rest of my life or hope it goes away.” You would think that being raised in a Christian home the first response would have been to actively pray about it. Somewhere, however, was a huge disconnect between believing in God and the miracles of the Bible, and the reality that He’s the same God today that made the deaf hear, the lame walk, and blind see two thousand years ago.

Fast forward to 2009. After hiding this cramping and discomfort that overwhelmed my body for so long, embarrassed to talk about it even with my family, I decided to share with some new friends at church what I had been suffering from and asked them to pray for me. Just weeks before this happened I had moved 400 miles, found out I had a small brain tumor that was going to prevent me from having children, and got married. Nonetheless, I was starting a new chapter in my life and was sick of being debilitated; it was time for change, time for a fresh start, time to do something I had never done before; actually have faith not only that God exists, but that he could also help me–and heal me.

We started going through a book called Life’s Healing Choices by: John Baker. This was a rough few months of digging up my past hang-ups and habits and chiseling away the bricks I had built around my heart to protect myself. After much anger, many tears, lots of conversations, I started to feel a sense of identity again, but the weird reality was I had to meet myself. Who was I? Who did God create Danielle Marie Kazarian to be? What was my purpose?

Although my heart was healing, I still had this aching through my body everyday. Our church held a conference for young adults. Before attending we were each asked what we were believing God to do in our lives. Mine was obvious.

At the conference one night, I finally just surrendered my pride, walked to the front of the room to be prayed for, lifted my hands and out loud said, “God, I’m yours. I want you to use me. I give up trying to do this on my own. I stand in faith that You will heal me in your timing.” God’s response very clearly (if you don’t know if you’ve hear God’s voice, just ask Him to show up, he will!), “You already are healed.”

I began to weep uncontrollably at the comfort of His gentle words to His daughter.

The following two weeks were the worst two weeks of health I had experienced, but they were the last two weeks. Almost five years later I have not had a single symptom. I can eat whatever I want with no issues. If that’s not a miracle then I don’t know what is.

After experiencing this miracle my eyes began to open to the reality of God’s Grace, Freedom, and Forgiveness.

Now, remember that tumor I mentioned? My baby boy is another miracle story! I invite you to follow my journey as I share his story next time.

Until my munchkin’s next nap time, breathe, smile, trust, have faith. There’s no freedom living life as a skeptic, worried and criticizing everyone else’s opinions. Sharing this story with you, is one small step toward my freedom. I hope it encourages you today!

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Two Words Doctors Hate: Juicing and Miracles Part 1

I have quite a crazy health history! More of my story is coming soon. In the meantime let me update you on my current situation.

I had to take a break from juicing for a couple weeks, not by choice. I find it strange how when doctors are trying to figure out a health issue, they ask: 1. Are you stressed? and 2. What’s your family health history? They don’t ask about your eating or exercise habits. They ask your symptoms and then run a gamut of tests. The funny thing is that when they proceed with the tests, you’re instructed tofast.

Warning! Here’s a quick TMI, sparing you a lot of details, about my situation. So basically, my assumption is that after having my munchkin eight months ago, since my uterus and colon share the same area, my body didn’t heal properly.

Normally when fasting for faith purposes, I don’t give up everything because I have a blood sugar imbalance. Having to starve myself, only drinking Gatorade and chicken broth, for three days would not be my first choice of how to spend my days off from work. I get the clear diet thing, but depriving your body of any nutrients seems antithetical as the first option. No fruits. No vegetables. Nothing with seeds or pulp. Nothing red or purple the whole week!

All this leads me to how excited I was to start juicing again this week! Here’s my delicious recipes:

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Antioxidant Booster:
1 lbs strawberries
1.5 lbs blueberries
1 pineapple
2 white peaches
6 kiwi (w/skin)

Berries are great for lowering blood pressure, cancer fighters, help with headaches, and fight colds. This recipe is also packed with vitamins A & C? Iron, potassium, and calcium.

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Green Green Green
5 Granny Smith Apples
1 Celery Stalk
1 pear
1 bunch organic Kale
1 lemon

This juice is packed with fiber, folic acid, iron, phosphorous, vitamins A, B, C, E, and K. Helps with healthy hair, skin, and nails, fights colds, blood disorders, digestive discomforts, and the list goes on. Lemon helps curb your appetite so it’s a great way to kick start your day to help you cut out calories (don’t cut calories if you’re breast feeding like I am though!) without feeling so hungry.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think.

What are some of your favorite recipes?

Until my munchkin’s next nap time, try some juice, or just try a small shift toward a healthy life; start by smiling. I invite you to follow me on my journey to read more of my story next time.

More JUICE!!!!

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2 Gala apples
1 Granny Smith apple
4 peaches
1 cantaloupe
3 beets (no peel)
1 lemon (with rind)
-after juicing stir or blend:
1/2 teaspoon of chia seeds
1 banana

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4 Granny Smith Apples
4 Pears
4 kiwi (with skin)
4 celery stems
1 bunch kale
1 cucumber
1/2 watermelon
-after juicing stir in:
1/2 teaspoon chia seeds

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