“We should plant a garden!” You would think a farmer’s daughter would grasp the magnitude of her suggestion, but somehow, I remained oblivious until midway through that summer of 1986. Our expansive backyard had no shade but plenty of weeds. Digging it up and starting over seemed a prerequisite. Mark rented a tiller and began the backbreaking job of turning …
“It’s Candida overgrowth,” she said solemnly. I looked at Cindy without comprehension. I thought I knew her well, but had no clue what she had just said. Aware of my blank state, Cindy continued. “Many of my health problems are traced to it: the diarrhea, the yeast infections, the abdominal pain. Everyone has yeast in their digestive system, but mine …
“We should plant a garden!” Now you would think that a farmer’s daughter would understand the magnitude of what she had just suggested, but somehow, I remained oblivious until midway through that summer of 1986. Our large backyard had no shade and the expanse of grass was scattered with weeds. Digging it up and starting over …
