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It has been a month since my last post regarding my health. As of today, my heart is fine. My chest pains have subsided and the fatigue is no longer over-bearing. My latest blood test revealed that I have inflammation somewhere in my body. The doctors are not sure what the cause is. I went to the Rheumatologist and she confirmed that I did not have Lupus or Rheumatoid Arthritis or any other autoimmune disease. That was a relief to hear. Although I was relieved, I felt a little defeated. I was hoping to get some answers and a solution to the problem.

My mother suggested that I eliminate some of the medication I take. I tried eliminating my anxiety medication (with the help of my doc of course). I was going strong for about 2 weeks without it but found I needed to get back to taking it.

Next was the birth control. I read that birth control can be the culprit so I stopped taking it. I have known for some time that the pill does more harm than good on a woman's body but I didn't think this issue would apply to me. I may have been a bit presumptuious in that regard. Now that I have been pill free for about 3 weeks I feel like my birth control was sabotaging my body. I believe this may be the reason why my symptoms have subsided. I feel in control of my body. Could this be why I was sick? I am not 100% sure but it certainly seems to be the case. I do not have all the facts yet but I am determined to figure it all out. My little family has been so supportive and for that I am truly thankful. Onward and upward!!

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