Monday, July 30, 2012
My Latest Guest Blog Post
(Two of my basketball girls and me)
Hi, healers! Here and pasted below is a piece I wrote for the great website “Girl Gone Vegan.”
"Maria Mooney Intends on Being a Miracle
If you asked me at 18 years old where I thought I would be at the age of 27, I would have told you that I would have a Ph.D., be living in Miami, FL, with a few dogs (maybe a man, too), and have a dozen marathons under my belt. At 18 years old, I had no warning that I would be experiencing the onset of a “progressive and incurable” neurological disease just before my twentieth birthday, and at the ripe old age of 27, have experienced the unfathomable and gone through a complete, total, and necessary personal transformation.
My former life does not in any way resemble the life I am living now. Straight espresso and vodka rocks with a twist drinking, South Beach life-of-the-party, hard core atheist to green juice loving, raw vegan, New Age hippie. When I look back, I can see how each horrifyingly painful event was really a glittery stepping stone in disguise to who I wanted and needed to become, but there were times during my journey, particularly when I was lying in a hospital bed for days receiving experimental intravenous ketamine infusions and hallucinating medical machine wires into zombie fingers clawing at my arms, where I thought, “Is this really it? If this is my future, I don’t want it.” I didn’t want to claim that future at all, and I certainly did not want to see it through to fruition. In fact, I fantasized about dying. It wasn’t that I wanted to end my life and leave the people I love so dearly, but what I did want was the unthinkable pain, physical and emotional, to end.
For all the wonders traditional medicine can accomplish, it failed to provide me with any relief or much hope at all. A turning point for me was when one of my doctors suggested I quit graduate school and go on disability rather than continue to pursue my education and subsequent dreams and to submit to a life of hospitalizations and dependence on my parents to care for me. Thanks, but no thanks. A little piece of me died inside with that intractable statement, but another piece was born again, the piece that said, “I’ll prove YOU wrong.” When I left his office, I cried and then secretly renewed my resolve to finish my Master’s Degree and find a way to manage and/or heal the disease on my own. I had hopes and dreams, and they weren’t as easily discarded as my doctor assumed. He also didn’t know how much I love to achieve the impossible.
I’m doing that right now. I’m achieving the impossible. With a raw vegan diet and coffee enemas for detoxification, I am off all medications, no longer use traditional medicine, and I believe I am on my way to running those dozen marathons. Call me a fighter, call me crazy, call me whatever you want. Just don’t call me sick, or diseased, or a lost cause because I am none of those things. I am Maria, and I intend on being a miracle."