I would like to share my story of hope.  Here’s what my world looked like a few years ago.  I had issues with my husband.  I couldn’t make him happy.  No one could make him happy.  Everybody was a “stupid idiot.”  The anger and hatred were constant.  One look when he got home from work, and I could tell whether or not I should even open my mouth.  Nothing I said or did was right.  If I started a conversation that he could not follow, he would get so angry with me that I would just leave the room.  This would make him even madder. 

I stayed out of his way a lot.  He never got physical, but words hurt too.  This was a progressive behavior, and it had been building for a few years.  Subtle at first but more obvious over time.  Confusion, anger, repeating himself over and over, asking me the same questions.  He would get belligerent with me over anything and everything.  Another issue was that unless he was looking right at me, he could not understand what I was saying. He convinced me I was the problem so I agreed to go to therapy. Once a week, every week for a year.  The therapist thought “I” was the problem.  That’s fine.  I started an antidepressant and was able to cope better.  Our relationship was getting worse by the day.  Why did I stay?  We were high school sweethearts.  We have been married for 40 years.  Can anyone relate?  He is my whole world.    

My world turned upside down.   I was venting my latest frustration to a new friend.   What she said changed my life.  If you are still reading this, then you may know how that feels.   As I was venting and listing off some of my latest disappointments, she stopped me mid-sentence.    Her eyes got big, and she said, “Oh, Lisa!  I hate to tell you this, but what you are describing sounds very familiar to me.  She described a disease and condition characterized by a decline in memory, language, problem-solving, and other thinking skills that affect a person's ability to perform everyday activities.  I immediately reacted.  No, that can't be. 

He is only 59.   As we talked, she explained that her husband had passed away a few years ago from this condition.  She described his symptoms and what the progression looked like. To my dismay, the similarities were right on target with what had been happening with my husband..  I went from being angry with my spouse to “oh my God, my poor husband.”   My friend calmed me down and assured me there were people I could talk to.  She gave me a name and number to call.   I went home and started researching.  On the one hand, I was terrified. On the other hand, it was a relief to know that it wasn’t just my imagination.  It truly explained so much.   

I called Sue, the service coordinator at the Center for Family Caregivers.  Sue was amazing.   She listened to everything I said.   She was a little surprised and shocked to find out my husband was driving, not to mention going to work every day.  I don’t know how he functioned at work.  I just knew how bad it was when he was home.  She directed me to get in touch with his GP and have a conversation.  I did.  

The GP wanted him to come in.  However, my husband, in his mind, was not having any issues.    My husband was totally unaware of his changing personality.   After all, the only problem we had was me.  His appointment was scheduled for July, which was months away.  The GP promised that at his yearly check-up, she would perform a few tests on the sly so as not to get him concerned.  I am not sure what those tests were, but apparently, they are pretty standard for us older folks.  I did all the due diligence that I could think of to get prepared for what I thought was to come.

 When I realized what was going on with him, I was able to communicate with him in a totally different way.  I went from being a victim who was running away to the loving wife this man needed.  I am not saying that it was easy.   He had not changed in any form or fashion. The only thing that changed was that I was empowered with knowledge. 

Does my story sound familiar?  If so, then please keep reading.   I am a wellness advocate with Doterra essential oils.  I have been working with Doterra for almost two years.  I knew that I loved essential oils and felt very strongly that I had found my purpose.  At the young age of 58, sharing essential oils with folks has become a mission for me.  It honestly feels like a “God”  thing. I must share with anyone and everyone who will listen. I had no idea how amazing the Doterra essential oils truly are.   Nothing had prepared me for the next part of our journey.  

In December 2018,  I had the opportunity to go to a class given by Boyd Truman.   This class was called  “The Symphony of Cells.”   This class was a hands-on experience.  We were taught how to apply essential oils.  We followed protocols that have been used for over 30 years.  Boyd Truman shared many successes.  He talked about how the applications could do great things to help our body heal itself when used consistently.  With all my heart, I wanted to believe the amazing stories he was sharing..  I promise you this is going in the right direction, so please keep reading.  

When I got home from this event, I started applying the essential oil applications on my husband.  My husband cooperated with me because he loved me.   He has also seen what essential oils can do for colds, coughs, and aches and pains.  He has a few issues that he is very aware of, so he was open to trying something new.  The first protocol I chose was for weakness, numbness, and pain, usually in your hands and feet. It can also affect other areas of your body.   I did applications on my husband three times a week starting in December 2018. 

I had no expectations whatsoever.  To my delight, I started noticing a difference in my husband.   We actually started having conversations again without all the anger and viciousness.   About six weeks later, we were out to eat, and I realized we were actually talking to each other.  I asked him how he thought the protocols were going.  His response to me was, “I can't tell any difference. I don't think they're doing anything.”  It was at that time I was able to share with my husband what had been going on.  He did not believe me.  I had enough examples, stories, and people that had witnessed the confusion and anger.  I kept on sharing my story until something finally clicked in his brain.  He recognized something in my words.  Tears started streaming down his face out of fear and terror.  I do love this man.  We are going to be OK.

I never in a million years could have expected such amazing results.   I am not saying he is cured, but I will say we have bought ourselves some time.  My husband is back.  We have found that he still requires three protocols a week.  He still has days when he's overtired or super stressed; I will see flickers of what has been and may be in our future.  Right now, we are golden.   We will keep up these protocols as long as they continue to help.  My husband is back to being the man I fell in love with over 40 years ago.     

  I don't know if doing protocols on your loved one would be something that you would even care to try.  I understand that we were raised to believe that doctors know best.  Most doctors now understand that big pharmaceutical solutions are not the only answers.  They may encourage you to try the Doterra essential oils.  On the other hand, there are doctors that have never heard of using essential oils in a healing capacity.  Their response will be, “when in doubt, don’t.”  A lack of knowledge is a terrible thing.  That applies to doctors as well. Don’t you agree?   There are several things to consider.  This treatment helped my husband.  My experience is my knowledge.  I took a leap of faith and have been given a second chance with the man I love.  There are no guarantees, but there is hope.

Love,

Lisa Jo