Catch up on the most current updates from Rachel’s Health Story and see where she has landed since writing this in 2016.

As a food blogger, I rarely blog about anything besides food. Today I’m taking the opportunity to share some insight into myself as The Stay At Home Chef you probably don’t know. I hope that my story inspires you and brings you hope for whatever miracle you are in need of in your own life.
It all happened in October 2010. It’s been four years, and it is a privilege to share the story with you.
I had a difficult pregnancy with my son, Dexter. When we decided to try and get pregnant again, we thought it couldn’t possibly be any worse. I found out I was pregnant before I could even get a positive pregnancy test. The “morning sickness” had hit almost immediately, and I couldn’t keep anything down. A couple of weeks later, it was confirmed by a pregnancy test. We had to start telling people at the 6-week mark because I was so ill I couldn’t hide it. A couple of weeks after that, I was hospitalized for hyperemesis gravidarum (HG), a condition recently brought onto the public stage by Kate Middleton. It is something far beyond morning sickness. ย I was in and out of the hospital a few times before I was set up with a PICC line and home nursing care, where I was on intravenous fluids 24 hours a day.
Just when I should have been getting better, things took a turn for the worse when I noticed something wasn’t quite right with my heart. I started to lose the ability to walk. I would take a few steps before I would simply collapse. My legs would simply give out. I went in for my weekly (yes, weekly) doctor’s appointment and was immediately hospitalized when he saw I could not walk. Test after test was conducted. After a brief bought of being unable to breathe, I was put in the ICU. Someone died down the hall from me that first night. No longer could these symptoms be blamed on HG.
Something was going terribly wrong.
At 18 weeks of pregnancy, I was experiencing Congestive Heart Failure, and I was showing signs of liver and kidney failure. It was strongly recommended that I abort the pregnancy to save my life. My OBGYN, a good Catholic man, was supportive in my absolute insistence that I see the pregnancy through, at least until viability at 24 weeks. I was released from the ICU in order to travel to see specialists
I saw doctor after doctor after doctor. No one could give me answers. Upon seeing my very pitiful condition, one doctor, a cardiologist, simply dropped his jaw in amazement, and, after composing himself, simply said, “Something is profoundly wrong with you. I just don’t know what it is.” Those aren’t really the kind of words you want to hear from a doctor.
I was dying, and everyone knew it.
There I was, a young wife and mother of a 2-year-old boy with an ever-growing pregnant belly, unable to walk, hooked up to an IV pole, sleeping 20 hours a day, and slowly wasting away as my body systems shut down. I made my husband take me outside, just so I could see something, anything. All I could do was sit on a bench.
But you know how this story must end, as I’m sitting here writing it for you 4 years later.
It was a last-ditch effort by an OBGYN who researched tirelessly for an answer. Many of the specialists had mentioned it in their brainstorming sessions, but each had dismissed it as a possible diagnosis. It was an autoimmune condition called Addison’s Disease, treated by simple corticosteroids.
Three small pills saved my life.
Addison’s disease is an autoimmune condition where your body basically attacks itself and kills off your adrenal glands. The adrenal glands produce cortisol, the only hormone necessary for life. My adrenal glands had been ravaged, and later tests revealed they were completely nonfunctional. Without cortisol, my major organ systems were unable to function. I had been experiencing what is called an “Addisonian Crisis.”
I shouldn’t have lived.
Several very experienced and respected doctors in their fields have reviewed the test results from that time with the same response. I shouldn’t have lived. An untreated Addisonian Crisis normally leads to death within a matter of days. I lived for weeks. If I hadn’t been there standing before them, they couldn’t have believed that a patient with those test results could have lived. It was a medical impossibility.
I am a miracle
My heart, liver, and kidneys began functioning again, but there was one big question that still remained: would the little baby girl inside me survive? Shoot, would I even survive labor? At 21 weeks, I began experiencing pre-term labor and fought it for the remainder of my pregnancy. While my labor and delivery were a far cry from ordinary, I am happy to report that I delivered a healthy baby girl at full term.
My daughter is a miracle.
4 years later, I still suffer from the consequences of that pregnancy. Addison’s Disease is a lifelong condition for which there is no cure. My body is dependent on replacement steroid doses that I take multiple times a day. Cortisol needs vary from day to day and hour to hour. There are no tests to tell me how much I need, so I have to just guess.
Miracles aren’t always what you expect.
I am not healed. I never will be. I have good days and bad days. Every once in a while, Addison’s Disease lands me in the hospital fighting for my life. I have come very close to dying a number of times over the past few years. I spend days and weeks at a time when I’m sick in bed and hardly able to function. It is hard. I suffer. I am disabled for the rest of my life. It is a hard pill to swallow.
I think in the end we all have our Addison’s disease.
Whether it is a chronic illness, depression, financial struggles, relationship and family problems, addiction, or something else, we all have something we fight. Some people ask why God would do this to me and place blame on him, but I don’t see it that way. I have seen how Addison’s disease has pushed and stretched me.
I am grateful for my illness. In fact, it’s quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me because it has taught me how to live.
My struggle is helping me become who I want to be. Yours are too. It isn’t always easy to see it, particularly in those moments where we are suffering and either literally or figuratively in the hospital fighting for our lives, but it is nevertheless true. Those moments that challenge us the most are the ones where we can rise to the occasion and choose to be better, despite the problems of life. We can choose to be grateful, no matter what. We can do this! No matter what your “Addison’s disease” is, you can make it.
I’m a dreamer. I dream big.
Getting used to a new life of disability hasn’t always been easy. Sometimes I choose to do things in spite of my disability, just to prove that I can still do amazing things. I run a food blog. I even wrote a cookbook. I’ve set out to share love with the world the same way I share it at home, through food. I do it to prove to the world that miracles happen and dreams really do come true. I might be a little crazy in my feats of strength or the heights of my dreams, and sometimes it lands me in trouble, but I will keep on pushing and keep on fighting because, for whatever reason,ย I am still here. And I feel a sense of great responsibility to have that privilege.
In October 2011, just 1 year after being in the ICU with heart failure, and just 7 months after giving birth, I completed a month-long Ironman to show the world what had happened, and to prove that miracles really happen.
Yes, I believe in miracles. They really do happen.
Godbless you my friend โฆ keep on keeping the fightโค๏ธ You are one TOUGH cookieโค๏ธ
Omg , just found you on Instagram , copied your pizza recipe then read your testimonial , what a wonderful , caring and compassionate him being you are . Yes, I am a Catholic since birth many many years and have had crosses to carry in life and sure Iโll have more but Iโve never questioned God , your cross allowed you to share your experiences that give hope to others and also to be more thankful for what we do have and never to take today for granted but yo make the best of what we do have . I pray your cross gets smaller to where you wonโt even notice it . I pray you and your sweet family are bestowed an abundance of blessings .
So happy I found you ๐
I enjoy cooking and love finding new recipes to try. For that reason I recently started following you on Facebook. I love your kind, positive demeanor but didnโt know your life story or the challenges you continue to face every day.
You are beautiful inside and out and an inspiring example of turning stumbling blocks into stepping stones. Keep up the good work, donโt lend an ear to cruel critics, and, above all, keep the faith. I will be praying for you and your precious family. ๐๐ปโค๏ธ๐๐ป
You are such an inspiration of perseverance and living life to the fullest! Thank you for sharing your daily struggles and daily triumphs with us! I love your cooking videos ๐
You are the strongest woman I have never met but know from your cooking and blogs//vlogs. Upon reading this article, so much about your life became clearer and I stand in awe of your accomplishments. My prayers and wishes for you are quite simple: a long and relatively easy life with your loving family. I pray God blesses you and hold you safe and protected. Thank you for the courage and faith in sharing your struggles.
I am in awe of youโฆ.wish I could have just a drop of your courage and fortitude.
I have a rare type of trunkal dystonia, with camptocormia, that has left me unable to walk without pain , and an inability to stand up straight. I have good days and better ones, but I do not have the bravery or stamina I hear in your bio. God bless you and keep on fighting your battle.
You my fine lady….are amazing.
God has a special purpose for
You and your family. AND THE
FUTURE LOOKS BRIGHT ! ๐๐ค๐
AND I LOVE,LOVE,LOVE YOUR
COOKBOOK!๐
You are an incredible human being and you inspire me and I know you must inspire thousands of people! I pray that your miracle life lasts for many years to come. You are an Angel.
Hi Rachel,, I am thrilled to see that you are doing so much better. You don’t look so tired and it’s obvious that you are living your life to the fullest. I have enjoyed following you for several years. I was so sad for you when you got sick. It seemed so difficult to find the diagnosis. I and every other fan had you in our thoughts and in our prayers. You are a strong and determined woman. God is certainly watching over you. God bless you and your beautiful family. I’m looking forward to many more of your delicious recipes.