Wake Up Call, My Son, Autism, and How I Got Here
I grew up in hospitals. My mother was sick from my early childhood and as the eldest of six children, it fell on me to be her caretaker. (This experience may be discussed in a future writing.) Because I was so comfortable in hospitals, often spending the night in them beginning when I was 15 and had begun the task of driving my mother to her appointments and surgical check-ins, it was natural that I'd choose a career path that would lead to medical school. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I took a phlebotomy course at the age of 17 and worked at the local blood center during my first year of college. As I gained experience, I became the phlebotomist to be requested for the difficult sticks. This has been a theme in my life with seemingly simple tasks being difficult while I excelled with the things that seemed so difficult for others.
My interest in all things medical was so great that my English term paper was written about brain surgery. Specifically, I detailed two of types of brain surgery: the craniotomy and the transsphenoidal approach for pituitary tumors. This was probably not the best choice as it was very complex and over my professor's head. My interests were narrow but always focused on what I could do to help others and healthcare with a focus on recovery and healing.
I had severe undiagnosed, untreated ADHD, which was diagnosed after college when I relocated to Texas. I always felt out of place, everywhere I went, even within my own family. I know now that it's because I'm different. I know why I'm different and I'm so happy to be as I am. I don't fit in because I am one of millions here to change things and make a difference. I have learned to find a lesson in everything and not allow the behaviors of others adversely affect me. I have also alleviated my own ADHD to the point that it barely causes me trouble anymore, if it does at all.
Pregnancy and Motherhood
November, 1994 is when Nick was conceived. I was 20, still in college. I had a healthy pregnancy, though there were issues which will be discussed in a future writing. I enjoyed my pregnancy so much and looked forward to the birth of my baby with such joy and gratitude. I've always loved children and the thought of having one of my own, even as an unwed college student, filled me with immense happiness. At the time of this pregnancy, I was still believing every word that every professor and every physician said, sadly and much to my baby's peril.
When I reached approximately 6 1/2 months gestation, my grandmother told me that she hoped my baby would be born on a certain day because that was her father's birthday. I told her that I would have him on that day for her. Prior to midnight, the night before this date, I went into labor. Nick was born on the exact date I told my grandmother he would be.
Nick reached early developmental milestones as expected but he was always ill, as if his immune system just was not functioning. Despite constant illnesses, every doctor he saw assured me that he was perfectly healthy and there was nothing wrong with his immune system. I later learned that he doesn't produce glutathione but that's another story. When he began to crawl, he scooted his face across the floor. Following a set of vaccinations, his language skills regressed. Following others, he developed fevers greater than 105. When he began to walk, he walked on his toes. He couldn't tolerate loud or sudden noises (nor could I). He had meltdowns when in large crowds and in businesses with fluorescent lighting. His receptive and expressive speech were significantly delayed. He had trouble playing with others his age but seemed like an old soul and preferred adults. I didn't notice his lack of eye contact because I also have trouble with this. Later, it was discovered that Nick was having absence seizures. These seizures were worsening with time. I had known something was wrong from the time before he was walking but his pediatrician assured me that he was fine and that all babies develop differently, blah, blah, blah. Every concern I had was dismissed.
Diagnosis and Treatment
When Nick was almost 6 years old, he was finally diagnosed with autism and it really should not have taken so long. When I was given his diagnosis, I immediately reached out to the local chapter of the Autism Society for help. I was put in touch with the founder and she told me about childhood immunization adverse effects, mercury toxicity, etc. She sent information to me about doctors around the U.S. who treat the children affected by this condition and had been seeing outstanding improvements in quality of life and symptoms of these individuals. Two of these doctors were in Louisiana, which is where I was at the time. One of these doctors had an office in New Orleans. I put Nick on her wait list but it was long. The other doctor was in Baton Rouge and had a shorter wait list but I was still in college and by that point, the sole caretaker of my nephew, my disabled mother, and my son and could not yet afford this expense. I researched and tried everything I could find, hoping something would help my son but nothing really did. It was a little later when I learned why.
Just over two years later, I found myself working in Baton Rouge for a TV News Production Company. A conversation with my supervisor led to an interview suggestion with the Baton Rouge specialist, Dr. Stephanie Cave. Dr. Cave accepted the interview invitation and I interviewed her during the summer of 2003. The interview was a success and the vaccine-autism link played on most, if not all TV News Stations in the state of Louisiana. People who were in Louisiana when the news story aired called from different parts of the country requesting tapes. This was the first and last time I was able to get something like this on TV News. When I suggested the next similar story, I was met with a lesson about how stories like that would upset the sponsors. This was my glimpse behind the curtain of the MSM machine.
A week after Dr. Cave's interview played on the TV sets in Louisiana, she saw Nick as a patient for the first time, He was 8 years old and if I remember correctly, it was his birthday. She explained that I had to have his amalgam fillings removed before we could safely begin chelating. Nick was tested for everything and results were positive for all of it: heavy metal toxicity, candida, leaky gut syndrome, 19 IgG food allergies, ++MTHFR mutation, all sorts of vitamin and mineral deficiencies, including MB12 and methylfolate, and I'm sure there's plenty I'm forgetting. We began treatment immediately. Improvement was noted very quickly in every area of concern and to this day, Nick has never had another seizure.
In 2009, I moved with my mother, nephew, and Nick to Texas so the boys could have better education opportunities and we could all access better healthcare. We all began seeing Functional Medicine type doctors in Austin. This is where we learned about our family's chronic viral load/Lyme co-infections, including EBV and CMV. We also learned that we produce antibodies to methylfolate.
Treatment is ongoing, as we are constantly being exposed to some toxin through our food, water, even the air we breathe. No matter how healthily we live, it's impossible to eliminate all exposure to everything unhealthy. Our current method of detox includes Root Wellness products, especially Clean Slate, Emotion Code and quantum healing, and Rife frequencies.
In 2001 when I began learning these things, I knew I had to do something to help the innocent people who were having their lives hijacked. It wasn't fair. The system that pretends to care for us is the exact system that is harming us. My mission and my intention is to help those who have been harmed by this BS Matrix system. This is why I am here and why I am doing what I am doing.
