About eleven months ago, I began to feel rather nauseated, and I had no idea why. I could not eat without having the sensation to vomit, and I felt extremely fatigued after exercising (this was the least of my symptoms). A couple of weeks later, I got a weird rushing sensation throughout my whole body, and I felt like I was chemically out of balance. This really freaked me out and caused me go to the doctor, where I got the expected response, “It looks like a bit of an anxiety problem, but we will get a blood test to be certain.” I had never experienced such anxiety attacks before in my life. Once the blood results were returned, I was diagnosed with Gilbert’s syndrome, which is a liver condition (my bilirubin levels were high). Doctors labeled this as a benign disorder, yet I was left perplexed at living with such annoying symptoms.
After being hospitalized five times, the doctors still told me that Gilbert’s syndrome was nothing to worry about. This struck me as ironic, since I was experiencing severe anxiety attacks and heart palpitations, not to mention the accompanying depression, joint pain, muscular discomfort, extreme fatigue, poor memory, nausea (which led to anorexic-like symptoms due to being unable to eat), terrible headaches, irritable bowel, low body temperature, and an overall toxic feeling. Once I detailed all of this again for the physicians, they thought I had something more serious, perhaps chronic fatigue syndrome. I realized I was becoming a hypochondriac. I was developing into an agoraphobic home dweller, who had reached his retirement at the age of thirty!
I couldn’t go anywhere without the sensation that I was going to die and help was not at hand. The doctors continued giving me prescription after prescription to help me with the multifaceted discomforts and depression. Since my liver was already malfunctioning, the drugs only served to worsen my condition. My liver was only producing enzymes at 30 percent of the normal rate, and my body was riddled with toxins, which were wreaking havoc. I learned that my joint pain was due to the toxic buildup, which was giving me arthritis-like sensations.
In search of a solution, I began to change my diet, and I noticed a smidgen of relief. I could not consume any fatty food without vomiting (perhaps this was a blessing in disguise). I tried one product after another from health shops, as I continued to see new physicians in pursuit of something to alleviate the drudgery of living. Striving to exercise my body daily was a tough pill to swallow, as I would feel knackered from just fifteen minutes of walking. I was not only a physical wreck but an emotional one.
Then I discovered an organic shop in New Zealand, where I was advised to take a shot of wheat grass each day. I was bewildered by this, as I only associated this kind of thing with grazing animals. But I was desperate enough to try almost anything at this point. The first day I took it I felt absolutely horrible; I was bedridden. Oddly enough, the next day I felt okay. After taking it for three days, I perceived a difference when I went for my usual fifteen-minute walk (all I could previously muster) and noticed I wasn’t feeling tired. Two days later, I felt like never before; I was rather energetic. I thought some sort of a miracle had happened, but no, the wheatgrass had helped my body to get to the correct nutritional balance, just as my liver had thrown it out of whack. I couldn’t believe it! I felt like I had been reborn!
I had such zeal that I recommended wheat grass to a friend who was born with a degenerative condition and had only one kidney. Nearing dialysis, he took it habitually, and what do you know—his blood pressure normalized; something that had not been achieved with his medication.
I now heartily believe in consuming wheat grass, and I desire to share its wonders with others. Upon learning that the Hippocrates Health Institute utilizes wheat grass as an integral component of their program, I contacted them with my story so that I could do my part in spreading the word to others who may be suffering as I had been.
Source: Emilio Morales, Canary Islands via Hippocrates Health Institute