I strongly believe that a series of unfortunate events in the last 10 years have become blessings in disguise that have guided me to a very important realization.  I now understand that true health, at its core, is achieved from being resourceful and leaning on natural earthly elements. My mother was diagnosed with renal cell cancer when I was 16 (she was 42) and passed away while I was pregnant with my oldest son 14 years later (at the age of 56). I was devastated, but felt that our family just had “bad luck” like many others.  During this time, I was diagnosed at age 26 with melanoma in situ, thankfully a very early stage of melanoma skin cancer, and had recovered. I had been practicing medicine all along, and became increasingly disgusted that nearly every single one of my patient’s family or personal medical history included a cancer diagnosis, usually multiple. Those three events built a foundation primed for questioning, but it was my father's bladder and prostate cancer diagnoses six years later that completely rattled me, propelling me on a new quest towards truth. It certainly couldn’t be “chance” that both of my parents and I had been diagnosed with some form of cancer. I was already fearful of losing my remaining parent and it had become a real possibility that I could be an orphan in my mid-30s. I desperately wanted to know why cancer rates were skyrocketing and how I could protect my family from suffering anymore ill health and loss. I was obstinate that my children would not endure the same pain I had endured.