I chose my own coffin at thirty. Three children later, no pain medication.
I am Jekaterina. Kat. Twenty four years of grade four endometriosis and severe PCOS. For years I was on the worst kind of drugs, the maximum a body is allowed to take, and I was still in maximum pain. Bedridden. Two surgeries, one of almost six hours.
Before that big one, the risk was so high, because of the damage inside my organs, that I had to choose my own coffin and prepare my funeral. Only my heart, my lungs and my brain were untouched. The rest was one painful mess.
The prognosis was simple. Pain medication for the rest of my life. More surgeries as it grew back. No children. And, in every way that matters, no life.
I could not accept that future. So I pulled everything out of the closet and went looking for healing.
One of my biggest allies was astrology and Human Design, because they tell you exactly how your bodily incarnation chose to operate in this matrix earth realm. Not in general. Yours. How it wants to eat, bleed, rest and clear. I put that next to the latest science and the oldest medicine, TCM and Ayurveda, and I lived by it.
Three children, all naturally, after being told there would be none. No pain medication. Twenty two years of learning the woowoo, twenty years of reading women's charts. This year I let fifteen kilos creep back on because I had stopped following my own design, so I followed it again for four months and lost ten. Not a promise. My receipt.
That is what this site is. Access. Through my twenty four years of being sick and twenty two of learning to heal, I give you the other ways, read from your own chart. I am not a doctor and I still have one. I am not for everybody. I am for the woman who is done with generic advice and a little bit woowoo herself.
