I was born on a farm in Ingelstad, Sweden. Like all farmers, my family lived off the land and consumed copious amount of meat and dairy foods. One of my earliest memories was the squealing of an unfortunate pig for our Jul (Christmas) meal. At that time, I was 19 and could no longer eat any animal products. I soon became a mother; my children and husband and I flourished as a family. We were so happy and never fell ill until 1979 when my children contracted high fevers and the flu. My body was also ridden with pain, so much so that I could not sleep; the only one left to tend to us was my husband. My legs felt like lead and my shoulders felt like they were made of wool. The physicians were of no help as they said it was all in my head. Another young doctor suspected it was a neurological disorder so they sat me in a wheel chair and began dispensing a wide—variety of medicines. Although I was ill, I was sufficiently aware enough to realize that I still did not have a valid diagnosis. So, I did not take the pharmaceuticals and became worse with each passing day. The disorder became so severe that my legs just hung lifelessly; a walker was not much help at all and I could not hold my head upright. I wanted to die.