I’m not sure the extent to which this dis-ease may have been in my body prior to its full manifestation, but I do know that the year that it fully manifested was a fearful year for me. And not in an entirely “bad” way.
I’m not a fan of meds. I’m more so not a fan of the big business that is made off of the meds. One infusion treatment costs the price of a car or a reasonable down payment on a house (pre-2021, another story).
Days after Christmas 2019, I started having some crappy symptoms. Literally. I noticed traces of blood when I used the restroom. Four years ago I had the same issue, and miraculously it cleared up when I incorporated more fiber into my diet and began my vegetarian journey.