In January of 2018, I was laying on a treatment bed awaiting my first fecal transplant procedure (politely expressed as FMT therapy - as in Fecal Microbial Transplant). The room was serene and beautiful, complete with a large bathroom and an elegantly designed throne for uhmm… pooping, directly across from my bed. As I waited, I was mentally wandering the winding path that brought me this far, undertaking this radical procedure in a foreign country.
I have a habit of doing extreme things that most people don’t understand, driven by deep inner guidance and leaps of faith. I would tell people I could no longer “kale my way out of my digestive problems” as a means to explain why I was undertaking this intense and hardly heard of procedure.