I’m not sure when we became suspicious of Mother Nature but I see it in the faces of the people I share my story with. Sometimes the skepticism in the air is palpable. My story does sound a bit like one of those tales that seems too good to be true. Perhaps the cure seems too simple. I wonder if I hadn’t lived through 10 years of hormone hell, would I be one of those people looking sideways today?  A skeptic, who thinks that there is no way a little bit of cream derived from the lowly wild yam could possibly cure someone of such devastating medical problems as infertility, miscarriages, PMS and postpartum mood disorder.

When I tell someone that I refused to just blindly gamble the outcome of a third pregnancy after two devastating miscarriages, and they hear that my beautiful firstborn daughter wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for my own demand for natural progesterone what do they think?   If I share my story about how my obstetrician successfully treated my postpartum anxiety naturally, why do I always feel the need to explain that he is well respected in his field and in fact, is the Chief of Obstetrics at his hospital?  And while I always get the hopeful raised eyebrows from women when I tell them I used to take pain medication for terrible menstrual cramps until my doctor helped me eradicate them completely by prescribing magnesium, it’s not long before I see the skepticism seeping in, as they wonder why they have never heard such a tale before.  I tell them magnesium is Mother Nature’s muscle relaxant but again, the mistrust rears its ugly head.

I’ve noticed there seems to be a converse relationship between my passion and their mistrust.  The more passionate I get when I describe my “natural” recovery the more I get the impression people think I believe in some kind of “voodoo” medicine.

I finally realized that in order for someone to really relate to the lesson that took me a decade to learn, either they have to already trust Mother Nature or they have to be at the wit’s end of their own health struggle.  For everyone else I have to first explain my decade long journey using every traditional method to solve my health issues and then, when they see that I’ve sufficiently suffered in my attempts at traditional treatment do I begin to see the belief meter rise.

Of course, I don’t tell everyone I meet about my friendship with Mother Nature or my success using bio-identical hormones and other natural products. That would just be weird.  But when all the stars line up in a row and I have an opportunity, I take it.

I cast my vote.  I hope other people will also vote Mother Nature back on the island. Will you?