Finally Old Enough to Know Better

Luanne Nelson - Life DesignA few years ago, I was obese and very ill. At 5’10” tall, I weighed close to 230 lbs. and was waking up two or three times a night with severe acid reflux. I had absolutely no energy and all of my joints were inflamed. It hurt to walk up stairs; I was forced to go one step at a time while holding onto the bannister.

A local provider of medical services suggested that I “walk to work” while assuring me that if I shed at least thirty pounds, I would feel better. A blood test revealed that I was anemic. My “irregularly shaped red blood cells” suggested that I was bleeding internally. The doc said to schedule a colonoscopy and was going to write a prescription to alleviate my acid reflux. He went on to remind me that since I was in my mid-fifties and had gone through menopause, weight gain was normal and my joints were going to be achy as a part of the aging process. I remember thinking that I felt way too sick for this to be part of the normal aging process. I was four thousand miles from home, living in a remote part of Alaska. I felt old, stuck and very sad.

I did not take the medicine that the doc offered rationalizing that whatever was going on in my stomach, it was trying very hard to escape and I was going to let it. Initially, I tried a gluten-free diet. That diet failed. My acid reflux kept getting worse. At the end, the only food that seemed to stay with me and not cause immediate discomfort was ice cream. I ate plenty of ice cream and got sick on it anyway.


Regurgitating acid several times during the night became the norm. I know this is gross – but hey – this is my story and I will share with you now that it does have a happy ending.

Here’s what happened: A few months after visiting the local medical facility in town and talking with that doc, I was experiencing acute reflux, my abdomen was extremely bloated and was hard as a rock. I was sure I had a tumor. Then, it happened – and I was absolutely terrified. I threw up blood. Filled with regret that I did not go to the “lower 48” (the mainland USA) for care when the symptoms started, I figured I probably was dying.

I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water rushing over me washing away the blood that had splashed on me. I cried. I prayed. I urgently prayed what I have come to know in the course of my life as my “foxhole prayers.” I begged my Creator, one more time, this time, thank you for all the times Lord you helped me and cured me and delivered me, just this one more time could you please heal me of this what is this please Lord, don’t let it be a tumor I want to go back home and I promise I will tell everyone of Your goodness no matter where I am please let me live please please please heal me just one more time this time please I don’t want to die please I want to see my children again I will love my husband better and I will be more thankful for everything little and everything big and everything in between oh please don’t let me die yet I am afraid and I am sick and I know you can just say a word and I’ll be alright please please please just one more chance at life please dear Lord.


Of course, with every foxhole there is the surrounding battle. The battle raged around me and inside of me and I was crying and pleading and begging and all the while there was that overriding fear and the taste of death. My blood mingled with acid in my mouth tasted like what I imagined death would taste like.

[… You have a bleeding ulcer you have a bleeding ulcer that’s what’s wrong with you it’s not a tumor it’s a bleeding ulcer…] No no no! It can’t be that simple, I know I am dying and I have a tumor please Lord, tell the deceiver to stop taunting me with something as simple as a stomach ulcer and tell him to go away! [… It’s a bleeding ulcer it is go and tell your husband right now it’s not a tumor it’s a bleeding ulcer and he will help you …]

The battle raged in that foxhole of mine, blood and salty tears and acid and warm water splashing what I know now as a baptism-of-sorts. I cried some more. I was so very sick and exhausted and scared.

I got out of the shower and dried off. Robed and belted in white terry cloth, I went to my husband and told him, “I think I have a bleeding ulcer.” His jaw dropped. He, without hesitation said, “Oh, my God. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before!” He instantly remembered from his studies years earlier the ravaging effects of a strain of bacteria that migrated and multiplied in the stomach lining subsequently resulting in its destruction. A bleeding ulcer! Oh, my dear Lord God! Although I had not heard his words auditorily, He made certain that I heard Him loud and clear!


Thank You, Lord Jesus, for Your love and Your mercy; I praise You and will tell everyone I know what you have done for me for the rest of my days!

>My symptoms vanished that day. I have not had an episode of acid reflux since. The bloating went away. The seventy pounds of ice cream was still there. You’ll see, there’s more to this Miracle.

I really enjoy Facebook. Please remember that I was living in a remote area of Alaska, so Facebook became my social connection to the rest of the world. I can tell you that I have 14 very well planned farms on Farm Town and spent hours planting and harvesting virtual crops. There’s not much else to do when you are stuck in the middle of no-where and sick.

Within days of the Miracle, I was on Facebook and saw the photos of an acquaintance who had been very overweight. Well, let me tell you, she not only was no longer overweight – she looked terrific! I read through her posts hoping she had posted what she had done to lose the weight. Aha! There it was! Yay! I made a few phone calls and began this journey toward good health doing the same program she did. The program she did had been around for 30 years (check), no shots (check), no hormones or weird supplements (check check), no counting calories or carbs or points (check, check, check). I started the program and five months later, I safely shed over 70 pounds and have kept that weight off ever since.


I am so grateful for the opportunities I’ve had to pass this program on to others. Of course, I love telling this story of merciful healing and how I was led this program of health.

Some of the persons I have had the privilege of helping have even reduced or eliminated their need for medications. My dear husband is one of those persons no longer needing meds to manage high blood pressure and control cholesterol. We are thrilled to be blessed with good health as we head into our 60’s.

We have had the privilege of helping busy moms, overwhelmed business people, dentists, school teachers, airline pilots, and stressed out students who have as little as 10 lbs. to lose up to 210 lbs. or more. The simplicity of this great program fits into the busiest of schedules.

If you, or someone you know, need a program that is simple, healthy, sustainable, and affordable – and if you are READY to get healthy, then I would be delighted to have a conversation with you! I have clients from all over the USA and welcome the opportunity to help you to get healthy and feel fabulous, too.

Are you ready to make that decision to get healthy once and for all and to design your life around what matters most to you?

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“He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” John 7:38

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One Response to Finally Old Enough to Know Better

  • A more wonderful story, there is not.God certainly has blessed you my dear friend. Keep on keeping on Luanne, sorry my busy life gets in the way of communicating more frequently. It does not mean you both are not in my thoughts and prayers.always.

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