I’d thought we were out of the woods.
How quickly one seemingly small glitch nearly turned my son’s health down a disastrous spiral.
John was born with Gastroschisis, a birth defect in which the intestines are formed outside the baby’s body through a large hole in its belly. Because John’s intestines were also blocked and required additional surgical intervention, the doctors initially gave him only a 15% chance of making it.
Praise God, he made it.
After four-and-a-half months in the hospital, John came home with an NG-feeding tube, which ran through his nose down to his belly. He detested it and continually yanked it out. The tube proved necessary because John threw up every time he ate. The only reason the doctors had let him come home was because, in spite of the vomiting, he still gained weight.
Once we came home, our brilliant pediatrician, Dr. Scott Rice, started John on a motility agent, which solved the vomiting problem. The tube came out, and we all rejoiced, thrilled to eliminate that source of irritation from his life. Within the next two years, he dramatically improved and was eventually directed to stop all medication as he was discharged from the outpatient GI service, taking only probiotics for gut health and a standard children’s multivitamin.
So for the past five years, things had been going extremely well. Until.
I’d lately detected an increasing resistance to his probiotic in the early fall. His occasional vomiting episodes gradually increased, so much so that I began researching alternatives. John is picky due to his sensitive gag reflex, and finding a new brand proved not only expensive but also fruitless. Within a week, I realized how long I’d been out of the nutrition field and that I’d used up all of my dietitian know-how and tricks.
It shook me.
John needed help. Before his gut stopped working.
It hasn’t happened since his discharge, and I was surprised by how intensely the thought of him regressing threatened to paralyze me with fear. Even though many moons had passed since he’d had any problems, the nightmare of his hospitalization and ensuing medical crisis flashed back in an instant. I fought the urge to panic. As soon as I identified my “peace-snatcher”, I hit my knees.
“Lord, please help me find a permanent solution for John – and fast!”
Enter Aegis Boyer Stuart.
I’ve known Aegis a long time and have followed her from afar on Facebook, noticing her frequent posts about various nutrition products but letting them gloss right over me.
Until I needed something. Desperately.
As a former Registered Dietitian, I had a bad taste in my mouth for alternative health products because I’d spent years dispelling myths to earnest weight-loss seekers and trying to spare my cancer patients from emptying their pocketbooks on bogus products designed to deceive, not heal.
But I knew I could trust Aegis.
I now considered for the first time what she had to say and clicked on her post about probiotics, now excited to learn about the available products and research how well-made they were. I reached out to her, and she was extremely helpful, connecting us with a combination multi-vitamin/probiotic for John, praying it would work.
Thank God, it did.
He’s only vomited once since he started taking it, and I think that’s only because he ate candy on an empty stomach. Amazing! While I haven’t yet researched the rest of the product line, I’m proud to stand behind her Plexus XFactor Kids combined probiotic and multivitamin. I ordered four additional bottles today.
As I typed a quick update/thank you message to Aegis this week, I realized that this wasn’t the first time God has used her to bring healing to my life.
I remember the first time I met her at church.
We were at one of the first gatherings of a new 20-30’s age group Bible study. With eccentric flair, Aegis sported the grunge look and wore a T-shirt that declared, “Body piercing saved my life.”
Images of nose rings and ears laden with studs flooded my mind, and disdain rose within me.
Really? How in the world could cosmetic body piercing and self-inflicted pain actually save?
Looking back, I can see the upward turn of my top lip and sneering countenance, not understanding until she turned around and I saw the accompanying image that the pierced One her shirt referenced was her Savior.
My Savior. God forgive me.
Years ago, I confess I had a profound aversion to non-traditional “church people”, not knowing what to do with them beyond exchanging polite formalities and general well-wishes. They unnerved me.
I’d grown up in an ultra-conservative environment, one that strived to please God but was often tainted with cynicism and judgment, and when I traversed outside my whitewashed bubble, I found myself unprepared to handle and reconcile difference, somehow feeling like I was compromising if I allowed myself to consider things from a different angle. I coped by displaying warmth and respect while inwardly harboring prideful contempt.
I ended up in her mom’s Bible study. As I got to know Aegis and her family, I came to the painful realization that I had a serious heart issue, one I didn’t want to have, a poisonous cancer that if not lacerated and extracted would cause serious damage to my spiritual life.
Ouch. But so worth the process.
Over time, as iron sharpens iron, God has used (and continues to use) people like Aegis to expose what He wants to change in my life. Shortly after I was married, I asked my husband what he wanted for Christmas. Totally in the dark about the past mess in my mind, he said, “I’d like one of those ‘Body piercing saved my life’ t-shirts that Aegis wears.”
I think of her every time I launder it. I owe much to this loving wife and homeschooling mother of two, this gifted entrepreneur and devoted follower of Christ.
Thank you, Aegis, for not only talking the talk but also walking the walk. Thank you for spending much of yourself to help others find health and healing. Thank you for wearing that crazy great shirt.
I rejoice with you for all the good God has wrought in your life and pray He continues to richly bless you and your precious family both today – and beyond.