The Damaged Healer 
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When I began to cook holistically, because of a crisis and a mission to simply keep my mother alive.  I was 14 when she got sick. The doctors explained ways in which we could help her, food was mentioned. The sound bite I heard and latched onto was something like, if she stays away from processed foods perhaps that will make a difference and prolong her life.  That was all I needed to begin my quest to cook, feed and get my mother well. 

 

For two years I cooked her meals using fresh ingredients. After several weeks of my cooking, my mother seemed vibrant, grounded and present. Simultaneously we began to have deep and meaningful conversations over meal time. Some about death and others about forgiveness. We bonded more during that time than we did over the course of my entire childhood. 

 

Within those two years, I got to witness first hand the power and healing of whole, fresh food. Later, when doctors would run tests they would be astounded.  Her immune system was working better than when she first got sick. As if it was rebuilt somehow, is what they’d say. My mother lived 2 years passed the doctors' predictions of a few months. 

 

Even though most of the time I felt like the parent, on some level I know I chose her to be my mother.  Throughout that experience my life purpose was revealed. On the other side of my mother's destructive lifestyle, was the gift of my healing work.  Full circle? Absolutely.