I'm writing this update sitting on my patio, drinking my morning coffee.
Six months ago, I would have been too stiff to sit in this chair comfortably. Too scared to walk down the three steps to my garden.
Today, I just got back from a two-mile walk. My husband and I are planning that Italy trip for our 30th anniversary next year.
My daughter called yesterday. She's pregnant. I'm going to be a grandmother.
Six months ago, that news would have filled me with dread. How could I help with a baby when I was terrified of my own fragility?
Today, I cried happy tears. I can't wait to hold my grandchild. To play. To be the active, involved grandmother I always imagined being.
That's what restored bone health really means.
It's not about numbers on a scan, although those matter.
It's about freedom. Confidence. The ability to live fully instead of existing carefully.
It's about getting your future back.
I don't know you. But I know where you are right now because I was there.
Staring at a bad bone scan. Feeling betrayed. Trapped between bad options.
I'm telling you there's a third path.
It requires patience. It requires 90 days of commitment. It requires trusting science that your doctor hasn't learned about yet.
But it works. And six months from now, you could be sitting where I am. Planning trips. Looking forward to grandchildren. Moving through life without fear.
Or you could still be where you are now. Except with weaker bones. Fewer options. More regret. The choice is yours.
But please, don't let fear of hope stop you from trying. I almost did. I'm so grateful I didn't.
With strength and hope,
Sarah Martinez
P.S. - My next bone scan is in three months. I have a feeling they're going to be even better. My body finally has what it needs to keep rebuilding. This isn't a temporary fix - it's a permanent restoration of what my cells needed all along.