At long last I have found a source for intravenous glutathione as well as a source of administering. In our region, we have a famous college for naturopathic medicine, it's not close to me and it's not cheap but I have an opportunity to try it. Through this college I discovered a provider that also wants to try out homeopathic remedies and also chelation therapy under the assumption that heavy metal toxins may lie at the source of this autoimmune disease.
Orange, gold, rust, burnt sienna, ochre, raw umber; the riot of fall colors, in the trees and at our booted feet; a drive in the countryside; the taste of hot apple cider on my lips; the satisfaction of a truckload of firewood we gathered and cut ourselves; elk herds on the move; hearty stews, savory soup, crusty whole-grain bread, pumpkin and gingerbread spice lattes; these are the memories I tap into the most this time of year. Cabela's fliers in the mailbox; Carhart's camo-clad hunters swarm outlying areas; mushroom garthering; huckleberry picking; logger burgers; forest service roads; cheese sandwiches on the woodstove; warm quilts, cool sheets, and flannel nightgowns; cold butt, warm heart. Immensely grateful to have the well of memories to draw upon.
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