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Despite being familiar with pain since a child — random back spasms, a near-neck-break injury with downstream effects, and abdominal pain starting in my teens — I felt pretty normal. Confident, athletic, and healthy.

So how did a girl who lived a pretty normal life, had a normal family, and felt mostly normal, end up with a long list of diagnoses by her early 30's?

• CIRS/Mold Toxicity
• Lyme Disease and co-infections
• Thoracic Outlet Syndrome
• Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome
• MCAS
• Dysautonomia/POTS
• Parasites
• Endometriosis
• Chronic Fatigue
• Chronic Pain
• Small Nerve Neuropathy

My career as a professional piano performer ended abruptly when burning pain radiated down my arms, hands, and back — Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. What followed was years of cascading symptoms: depression, severe nutrient depletion, debilitating GI pain, crushing fatigue, migraines, and numbness. My labs looked mostly normal, so no one dug deeper. My body kept deteriorating — falling asleep standing, sitting, even driving, leading to multiple car accidents and concussions.

I pursued culinary arts. It brought joy feeding people beautiful food. It couldn't replace music, but it helped dampen the hole the piano left. I became a full-time chef, traveling the world, winning competitions — all while symptoms continued to spread. I found myself lying on my back at high-profile events, nearly passed out from pain and fatigue. Flights left me nauseous and throbbing with migraines. I survived on snacks instead of meals.

I was hopeful when I got married — a new life with my favorite person would surely reduce symptoms. We moved into our dream home and my health collapsed. For the first time ever, I couldn't keep pushing. I was crawling on the floor, unable to walk. Water made me nauseous. Bedridden, I didn't know how to survive the pain.

We found black mold. Lots of it. We were homeless. Daily migraines, partial seizures, tremors, difficulty breathing, vertigo, paralysis on the left side of my face — the list went on. My husband had to hold me up to walk. I sought help from my PCP, begging for answers. Without seeing me, she ordered therapy sessions.

I wanted to give up. Instead, I started searching for answers myself.

Functional doctors. Naturopaths. Mold experts. Lyme experts. MD's who'd experienced chronic illness personally. I listened to hundreds of hours of podcasts, read research papers, interviewed practitioners, and devoured knowledge. Some treatments helped. Others didn't. My body had become so sensitive, helpful interventions often left me bedridden.

Free of two mold-infested homes, my health slowly improved. I worked on my gut, expanded my diet, reduced stress, and tolerated some supplements again. Then endometriosis took center stage — surgery was unavoidable, but it relieved the chronic back pain. Still, migraines, fatigue, shortness of breath, and new heart symptoms continued. I became a certified Integrative Nutritional Health Coach, partly to understand my own health, partly to help others one day.

My health declined again. Finally diagnosed with Lyme disease, pericarditis, palpitations, irregular heart rate, near-syncope, and more fatigue followed.

The scariest experience of my life — a severe allergic reaction to gadolinium from a cardiac MRI — became the breakthrough point. Only through gadolinium poisoning did the dots connect, and in those dark hours, scared even to breathe, God was working.

My view on healthcare shifted. I'd met wonderful doctors and disappointing ones in both the functional and traditional medicine worlds. They'd given me many diagnoses. But in over 12 years, both had ultimately failed bringing results — because they'd missed the real roots: our genetics. We can't bypass or biohack enough lifestyle and supplement protocols for someone who isn't being supported on a genetic level first. When the body's in a constant state of chronic sickness, chronic fear creates a feedback loop. The nervous system, the brain cycle — must be addressed in every single chronically ill patient.

No one will fight for your health the way you will. Doctors and practitioners can guide you, but you know your body best. That's why I created The Health Konnector — to fill the gap I wish I'd had.

My journey cost tens of thousands of dollars, thousands of hours, countless tears, and painful searching. But God used it to bring answers to me and now to you.