How Plexus Ties Into My Health Journey

Lori Bennett (Age 48) – October 2023/January 2024

Let me emphasize: this is my story, my experience. I am not a health professional. The information I share is not medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. It is only offered as hope, showing how God made our bodies to heal, especially when given the proper tools.

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I can feel everything in my body. It’s a gift. It’s a curse. It’s what saved my life.

REBUILDING MY LIFE BEGAN AT A DEAD END

…or what could have been a literal dead end if God hadn’t intervened August 1, 2021. That’s when Covid hit my compromised immune system, making my thyroid swell to the point of almost closing off my esophagus, making it impossible to breathe. That’s when acute respiratory distress almost made me a statistic. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a minute.

For more than seven years prior to Covid, a slew of doctors reviewed my lab work, listened to me share about my health concerns, then told me “all your numbers are normal, including your TSH levels; I don’t know why you’re experiencing your symptoms.” That news didn’t stop my body from gaining weight and inches, and it didn’t clear my brain fog. I continued to battle with being tired all the time, exhaustion keeping me from advocating for myself. I had never had weight issues or health challenges growing up, so why now? I wished for someone to drop the answer in my lap, as I didn’t have the energy to do my own research, and science had never been my strong suit in school.

Doctors continued with their unhelpful advice and suggestions. “Maybe you should stop eating so many carbs. Have you tried exercising?” 1.) You can’t cut out food you’re not consuming; and 2.) My heart would start racing every time I stood and walked across the room. Doctors couldn’t explain that, either. Ultrasounds, MRIs, CT scans, EKGs, and two nuclear stress tests ruled out heart disease or blockage, so my answer became, “What else would you recommend?” I received blank stares and apathetic shrugs.

In the meantime, my health steadily declined, affecting every aspect of my life: inability to conceive a child, pain penetrating into my lower back and joints, supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) episodes and high blood pressure sending me to several specialists, plus a cyst the size of a baseball on my left ovary requiring surgery to remove the mass. Mere existing drained the joy out of living, and depression started dulling my hope. If doctors couldn’t help me, what chance did I have of getting well? I wanted better. I deserved better. I begged God, “Please give me better! I’m willing to do the work/make the change. I just don’t know where to start.” John 10:10 helped me hold on for that “life more abundant.” However, I kept thinking, “This isn’t it.” Knowing God doesn’t break His promises, I knew there had to be an answer. I just hadn’t come across it.

Jump ahead with me now to October 2020. This is when I woke to my first ever vertigo spell which sent me to the emergency room. I literally couldn’t lift my head off the pillow, and if I tried opening my eyes, insane rapid eye movement promised to propel me into outer space. Little did I know, this trip to the hospital had MEDICAL REVEAL written all over it.

During my ER visit, one of my scans showed a nodule on my thyroid, but no one on my medical team gave any mind to it. Months later, when I went to review my doctors’ notes from that visit, I learned the scans actually showed FOUR nodules on my thyroid, not just one. I consulted with an endocrinologist and had one of the nodules biopsied. When the results came back, my doctor shared, “the ultrasound-guided biopsy shows signs of prior thyroiditis–likely chronic thyroiditis.” This explained why I could check off  EVERY. SINGLE. SYMPTOM. of hypo- and hyperthyroidism over previous years. Living in constant fight or flight after my divorce in 2010 appeared to have wreaked havoc on my thyroid, affecting my cortisol levels, possibly being the culprit of my systemic inflammation and unexplainable weight gain. Nothing else could explain it.

But, how do you know your thyroid triggered your weight issue, you ask? Well, when my O2 took a nosedive August 2, 2021, AdventHealth suggested I receive the monoclonal antibody infusion to help me fight off Covid. In doing so, the infusion rushed to the sites where inflammation had become a problem—that included up and over the right side of my brain where whiplash had inflamed the tissue during a car accident December 2020, and, you guessed it, my thyroid. As I stood to leave the infusion center, my blood pressure spiked, and the technicians feared I may be having a heart attack, so paramedics came and rushed me to the emergency room where doctors ran more tests. Thankfully, no heart attack.

As I struggled day to day to survive Covid, I started claiming Psalms 118:5,17: “In my distress I prayed to the Lord, and the Lord answered me and set me free. I will not die; instead, I will live to tell what the Lord has done.” Jeremiah 30:17 NLT also says, “‘I will give you back your health and heal your wounds,’ says the Lord….” In the silence, I waited and hoped.

Then one day, a friend from church reached out. “I saw your post on Facebook. I thought you might be interested in trying something my husband and I have been using. It helps heal your body at a cellular level, and we’ve had all kinds of success with it. There’s a 60-day money-back guarantee, so it’s not really that big of a risk if you want to try it.” A real guarantee so I wouldn’t waste money? First-hand success from someone I knew? Being at rock bottom, I conceded. What could it hurt?

In stepped Plexus Triplex. Every morning and early afternoon I took my BioCleanse and drank my pink drink/Slim. Every night before bed I finished the day with my ProBio5 and committed to continue my routine the following day. In my desperate search for answers, faithful consistency with these products started paying off.

• My brain fog started lifting.
• I could focus on what needed to be done beyond my next breath.
• Chores became less of a challenge as my energy began to return.
• My joints didn’t ache as often or as intensely.
• Constant numbness left my extremities.
• Circulation returned to my legs, feet, and hands.
• Acid reflux disappeared.
• Sinus pressure and headaches reduced in frequency.
• My heart stopped racing, and blood pressure medication became a thing of the past.
• Hope returned, and, with that, my thoughts no longer marinated in negativity, filling my spirit with dread.
• Moodiness didn’t keep me on a rollercoaster.
• I slept better at night, not afraid of closing my eyes, fearful I may not wake.
• And, my O2 returned to a safe place.

By the end of the first two months, I had lost 12 pounds of inflammation; and, boy, could I feel the difference! At the one year mark, my pulmonologist diagnosed me with Covid-induced asthma when I started struggling to breathe again while lying down. I added Plexus Active to my regimen to help with oxygenation, and, within a matter of months, went from only being able to sleep on my right side to being able to lie on my back and left side for extended periods of time. At the two year mark–just a couple months ago–I noted I had successfully lost and kept off 40 pounds, feeling better than I did 10 years ago.

But, get this! The biggest and most awesome news came when I received the results back from a December 2023 CT scan of my lungs. “No fibrosis! You have no scar tissue or damage from Covid.”

I looked at my pulmonologist dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe my ears. Being a Covid long hauler, I knew no one but God could provide that kind of news. Healing like that only comes from Him. “So, you’re telling me my lungs are better than when they were scanned a year ago? You’re telling me there’s no permanent damage? For real?” My doctor smiled.

You guys, I am here to tell you, I have witnessed first hand God answering prayers for restoration! He made our bodies to heal, and He blesses our striving for wholeness when we trust Him with the outcome and place the hard day-to-day decisions above our “convenience” of just sliding by with minimal work.

I’m still healing, repairing years of damage that doesn’t up and disappear over night, but God doesn’t mind that I’m a work in progress. He just asks for my consistency and that I don’t give up. For that, I will continue to serve Him and testify of His goodness! How may I help you on your health journey?