Meet Amanda
Hi, I'm Amanda.
Welcome to the "in a nutshell" highlights of my health journey. This doesn't even cover a fraction of it, so if you want the crazy details, the book about my journey is coming in 2026!
After an almost 11 year career in conventional medicine, with my last three years struggling as a frequent flyer patient, I left my career in search of a new path to reclaim my health. But first...
It started a few days into 2018 with my 1st ambulance ride to the hospital, where I was moved from the stretcher to a wheelchair and pushed to a corner in the waiting room, while having a "cardiac event" that wasn't the panic attack they assumed it was. It took me 5 months to recover from the damage that was done in that hour before they saw labs proving there was a problem. By recover, I mean before I could walk fast on my treadmill and sneak in a little jog without fearing another ER visit.
As soon as I was feeling like I was getting back to normal (which wasn't as healthy as I thought), I was onto the next challenge. Leaning over one of the dogs beds to put my book down before bed, I found myself dazed after cracking my eye brow wide open on the edge of the nightstand. I could tell from the look on my soulmate's face we were heading to the ER again. Clearly concussed, they ordered a CT to get some imaging. As I was being stitched up, I heard the words that lit the fire inside of me, even though I wouldn't know what to do with it for a while:
"Do you know about the mass in your head?"
I do now.
The next 4 months were full of more labs, imaging, phone calls, appointments with multiple specialists, and a WIDE range of emotions.
Then came the procedure. The one thing I should have waited on because with all that had gone on in those 4 months, I didn't give myself enough time to do the research that I was forced to do after the procedure. Considering how scrambled my brain was after the concussion and even more after the procedure, it was a much harder task now and I didn't even realize how much I was struggling cognitively in the beginning.
The focal seizures that started weeks after the procedure made it all a little more scary. More ER trips, hospital stays, labs, meds, and a lot more questions than answers.
With more meds came more challenges. Not just because I had more pills to manage all day, but because I was dealing with side effects. Rapid weight gain, uncomfortable in my own skin and every single thing I tried to wear, including my shoes. Unable to get more than a couple hours of semi-solid sleep every night for seven months. The hair loss that I was told after the procedure, might not grow back. Digestive issues I had in the past that returned with a vengeance. Memory issues, balance issues, walking into things and people, slamming into doorframes, cracking my head every time I opened the fridge. Speech issues that first hit me while on a call with a teammate during work.
So many things that no one warned me about before the procedure. How could they? None of those specialists had gone through that procedure, although they still had to know enough based off all of their other patients. I never had the chance to talk with any patients who had gone through this procedure before a halo was screwed to my head.
The recovery went on for longer than I'll get into here, but in late spring of 2019, when I finished neuro-rehab, I still had a long road ahead, trying to get back to being myself (spoiler alert: I grew into a much more educated version of my old self).
Imagine my excitement when my soulmate and I had to leave Forth of July fireworks for another ER visit. I thought it was food poisoning and I just needed an IV to rehydrate and then get some rest, but days later turned into a ruptured appendix and emergency surgery. Another five months of my new "normal" before I was cleared to travel more than an hour from my team of specialists. Since I lived an hour from them I was either home or hanging out with them trying to get creative with my hospital food orders.
My health journey forced me to become the person I didn’t even know I needed at the time —
which, as it turns out, is exactly what led me to help others create their own Epic Wellness story.
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