When my mom was 15, she was in a horrific car accident. Every year after that—like clockwork—she'd get an awful flare-up of eczema around the anniversary of the crash. And every year, her doctor would hand her the same steroid.

Then she got pregnant with my older brother, and the flare-up came back worse than it had ever been.

My Gram wasn't having it. She took my mom to see a woman she'd gone to school with—someone who worked with herbs. My mom thought, "This is crazy. I went to school with her. What is she going to do for me?"

But she walked into that office, explained what was going on, and the woman (Chena) told her to take 2–3 herbs. She also said, "You're having a boy—they pull on your thyroid."

My mom got the herbs, took them, slept for three days straight… and woke up healed.

When my brother was born, my mom went back to Chena—this time because the doctors wanted to load him up with vaccines and she needed guidance. Chena said, "I've been praying you'd come back," and handed her a book. My mom took that book to the pediatrician's office, asked him about it, and he said, "I can't vaccinate your child."

That was the moment everything changed. My mom's entire perspective shifted—and here we are.

When I found out I was pregnant with my son, I was nervous. I'd heard all the horror stories—non-stop morning sickness, emergency C-sections, premature babies. I knew I wanted to support my body and help prevent anything I could.

So the first thing I did? I went to Chena—the same woman who had helped my mom when she was pregnant with my brother.

She told me what to take and how to support my body naturally. And honestly? I had a great pregnancy—all because I started with that foundation.

I still went to all of my OBGYN appointments. But I also knew that some of the things they offered or acted like were "normal" weren't always necessary. I had the choice to say no. I had the choice to ask for alternatives.

But the real turning point came later, when my husband started struggling with digestive issues. He'd been dealing with them for quite some time, and nothing seemed to help.

I took him to Chena, and she ran him on this machine—I didn't know what it was at the time, but I watched her ask him questions that just resonated with him. Things she couldn't have known. Things that made sense of what he'd been going through.

She helped him so much that I knew: I need to get this machine.

I needed to be able to help my family—and my community—the same way Chena had helped us for generations.

So I learned everything I could about the Qest4 system, bioenergetic testing, herbs, and essential oils. And now? I get to do for others what Chena did for my mom, for me, and for my husband.