Iridology: Reuben Schwartz
Thought I was done with the “out of the box” thinking.
When you tell a mama that your baby has a progressive degenerative genetic disorder, that you cannot explain, and there is nothing they can do.
Our first “out of the box” care was in Florida. I met a tremendous team led by a wonderful, Godly man. He did things that I have *never* seen before and I was floored.
Because I am a woman of doubt, I had him do his “magic” on me. He nailed everything. He knew nothing about me but my name.
I can’t even.
Healing began for Hunter and for me that day. Our minds and our bodies were going to be healing from the inside out. This was going to happen DESPITE what conventional doctors have said.
Now, bear in mind, NEITHER of these men wanted us off our conventional meds. In fact, that stressed how important it is to follow the instructions of our regular doctors in regards to our health.
That being said, if God chooses to heal us from the inside out…then we may not need those other meds.
If you are seriously interested in the treatment/care we received in Florida, please fill out the contact form. Send that to me, along with, your questions and I will get back to you.
Now, 2 months later, and we jet off to a small Amish community in Kentucky. There, I met Dr. Reuben Schwartz. He is THE man to see.
The drive was lovely and I have an infinity for the Amish community. My father in law worked with them, side by side. He helped them. They helped him. The same story is true for my daddy. He has dear friends that are a part of our local Amish community.
Once I got there, I went too far LOL. I ended up at a farm (well, there are nothing but farms in Amish communities). I pulled up and there was a man, in his garden. He greeted me, so kindly. I asked him where Dr. Schwartz was and he said that I passed his place at the bottom of the hill. He also mentioned, he was one of his sons 🙂
We had a lovely chat about my kids and Hunter. He shared with me that his wife had just had twins and that gave them 9 daughters.
Let that sink in.
When I left, I asked him his name. He smiled and said “Abe.” I smiled and said my son’s middle name is Abraham. I explained a bit of Hunter’s story. He said his name was Abraham, as well.
One day, I will share my story on the promise God gave to me, through Abraham and how we chose that name to add to our son’s legacy.
Part 2: Driving back down the hill