UP AGAINST THE ROPES:
The following is my own personal experience; my fight for life. My opponent was a severe case of Rheumatoid Arthritis. Hopefully it will encourage those who are ravaged by disease, up against the ropes in the ring of life and death. If nothing else, it might shed some light on one very important factor; there’s a heck of a whole lot more to restoring one’s health than just taking a schwack of pills… regardless of their source, be they pharmaceutical or natural. We are made up of mind, body and Spirit, each of which will have a say in what goes down.
I was 53 years old, strong and relatively healthy when one day, my world radically changed… life has a tendency to do that. It all began when i was waxing my car; my small finger on one hand became quite swollen 
and very painful. I didn’t pay it too much attention thinking that maybe i had just strained it. However, the pain and swelling progressed beyond my little finger and was now affecting my wrist area on one hand and then over to my opposite wrist. Ugh… now, i was concerned. However; it didn’t stop there but continued to impair both my ankles and knees, as well and all within just a few months time. The prognosis was much more serious than i had anticipated; several blood tests revealed that i had an acute case of severe, Juvenile, Rheumatoid Arthritis. This was the first time in my life that i was unable to recover from a health challenge. The cause remained a mystery, and the solution was… well… nonexistent, or so i was unanimously told at the time.
What was causing this? Like a good detective; we have to investigate. There were a few viable suspects in the lineup. First of all; six months prior to the aforementioned, painful manifestations, i under went a major surgical procedure. Secondly; the surgical wound then became infected, which of course, ushered in a round of antibiotics. Third; no sooner had the infection subsided, that i had noticed something unusual going on around the initial surgical incision on my body. Ugh… it was apparently a; ‘surgical hernia,’ where the initial suture at the site of the surgical incision alongside my left rib cage separated. Consequently, whenever i’d cough, a part of my lung would slip through the perforated suture. The fix; another surgical procedure to repair it. Needless to say i was not a happy camper to hear that; the first surgery was one stop short of hell… another was like going back there again.
Fourth on the list; a few months after receiving that bad news, i developed a cavity in one of my back teeth; the tongue tends to find those sorts of things pretty fast. Howbeit, no big deal… a visit to the dentist and then all was well… for about a week, anyway; that was when the initial hand pain and swelling occurred incidentally.
Now, let’s take all of the aforementioned evidence to ‘reasoning court’ and see what the verdict is, shall we? Let’s examine the dental procedure first, since the symptoms appeared shortly after that event. I stumbled across some research, suggesting the possibility of tooth and gum infection to potentially trigger an array of health issues… specifically; Rheumatoid Arthritis… go figure. Apparently, our impenetrable gums host some pretty aggressive microbes; when rabbits were injected with decayed tooth matter, they immediately displayed symptoms of severe Rheumatoid Arthritis… i know… poor lil bunnies, right; nonetheless, was this just a coincidence or could there be a connection here?
Secondly; regarding the surgery(s); there were several masks behind this issue, the main one being the stress factor, both physical and emotional. The initial surgery and following infection was seriously traumatic and then of course finding out that i had to endure the entire ordeal all over again double traumatized me… emotionally. It’s no secret what stress can do to one’s body.
Regardless of the cause, the arthritis came on fast and furious; i eventually required crutches in order to walk even a short distance. Try using crutches when your wrists feel like they had both been broken… ugh! Intense pain was soon evident in most every joint… and seemed to be getting worse. I couldn’t even grasp a bar of soap nor reach around to wash my own back in the shower.
This entire ordeal was not only challenging to me physically, i was emotionally challenged as well; i felt ship wrecked with no escape route on this one. It was all serious slap in the face for me for i had always been an advocate of natural remedies, an herbalist and all… and yet i was now rendered helpless… and soon hopeless to even help myself. All… and any attempt of any natural/herbal protocol, proved ineffective. My condition continued to worsen. A fellow Natural Health professional, whom i had been working with at the time, strongly advised me to seek Pharmaceutical medical treatment if i was going to survive. Now, i was scared and so humbly yielded to his advice. Fear is indeed an effective motivator. I reached out to a reputable Rheumatoid Arthritis specialist in Vancouver.
Here’s how that went; i’ll call her Dr. Specialist for confidential purposes. I hobbled into Dr. Specialist’s gloomy waiting room on crutches; i was one of several patients, some of whom were all twisted up like pretzels. It was the epitome of frailty. Amidst the bunch was one young boy who could have been me… like, fifty years earlier, running and playing my heart out each day in the prime of my youth; instead, this poor boy was painfully hobbling around the waiting room on a pair of crutches. We were all waiting for one thing… relief… relief from excruciating and debilitating pain… not a happy bunch of campers. Soon, it was my turn. Dr. Specialist felt around my body, each time stopping to draw a circle, to join a few other dozen circles, representing the inflamed joints of a pre-drawn figure of my body on her chart. She then announced… or should i say… ‘pronounced’… her judgment; it sounded more like a death sentence to me, saying; “My tests reveal that you have an acute case of Juvenile Arthritis, and we’re going to have to get down to some serious business in order to arrest your severe pain.” I was soon to learn that this particular disease was considered one of the cruelest of diseases… and the worst of it all was that there was no cure for it… only management for the pain. Judging by the clientele loitering around her waiting room each day, even the pain management department, appeared to be seriously waning.
It began with a cortisone injection; one in each knee and i left her office with a scribbled menu of Pharmaceutical agents and protocol… all to do with pain management… no hope of resolve. Another visit involved gold injections, although i doubt that there was any actual gold in the dang stuff; howbeit, this evolved into a routine of monthly injections thereafter. The cortisone definitely offered some noticeable relief, although; temporary; however, the gold did nothing that i was aware of, anyway. Still; I continued on with her regime for several months, regardless. To add insult to the injury, my taste buds suddenly disappeared; i could no longer taste food anymore… ugh! If that happened today in 2021 with so called Covid scam… well… then… i’d have had a bad case of… Covid.
I then added my own regime of antibiotics namely, Amoxicillan. I opted for this as a result of my own research; a Dr. Google shot; apparently low dosage antibiotics served to discourage Pathogenic progression, which i perceived to be the underlying cause of my painful joints. I even went further down the poison rabbit hole; i indulged in a questionable Pharmaceutical agent called, Celebrex. This one came with a long list of potential side effects, one of them being cardio compromise.
Even though the aforementioned agents were reputable poisons and/or counterproductive to sound health, i no longer cared; the pain was so damn unbearable; i was willing to try anything… even if it was life threatening. However; i was losing the battle, and i knew it. Dr. Specialist then suggested/prescribed Methotrexate, a seriously toxic Pharmaceutical agent; that was when i drew my line; ‘enough was enough.’ At that point i decided to abandon the Pharmaceutical protocol altogether and let the chips lie where they might. I began decreasing the dosage of each agent, a little at a time but continued taking the heart challenging agent; Celebrex… not sure why; placebo effect perhaps?
HEALER WITH BROKEN WINGS:
Albeit; my life was in ruins; i could no longer even strum my guitar, which used to be a daily routine for very many years prior to my plight. Now it lay silent on the floor, beckoning a minstrel. My career in the natural health industry instantly rode the elevator all of the way down to the basement floor, as well. After all, who was i to help anyone; i couldn’t even help myself. Still, people continued to solicit my assistance regarding their own personal health woes… go figure. “How absurd and how insensitive” i thought. “Weren’t these people aware of my state of affairs… did anybody even care about me… how selfish?” Howbeit; i selfishly began closing down my world affairs, avoiding interaction with friends. In hindsight, i bought into the lie that most of them cared little about my demise, anyway. Consequently; my life was rendered down to a lonesome, private little haven of a log house, proudly perched on the banks of the Nechako River. Depression will suck the life out of you if you don’t fight it.
To add to my plight, Dido, my loyal dog suddenly began to display signs of ill health. He was experiencing regular episodes of pain and paralysis in his back legs. The prognosis revealed cancer along with an unreasonable amount of m0oney to address, of course. I had managed to successfully rescue so many of my other pets from serious health issues in the past using natural health agents/protocols; however, this time was different… i was out of gas; had no energy to help anything or anybody including myself. I was forced to put the little fella down rather than watch him suffer any longer. I could only wish the same for myself at the time. Nonetheless; tomorrow still loyally and cruelly arrived; winter was now approaching and my firewood stock was at zero. I was no longer employed and so i couldn’t even purchase any firewood… i was hooped.
My wife then began displaying signs of serious emotional distress. She had never seen this side of me before; i had always been the ‘optimistic, get through any trial’ sort of a guy, holding the family together through all sorts of challenges and now… her handy, dandy, self motivated, Mr. independent leader was rendered helpless by a crippling and supposedly, incurable disease. She was bargaining with the possibility of burying her life long mate prematurely and continuing on life’s journey alone.
To add yet one more burden to our overloaded camel, Gramma, my wife’s Mom passed away and her Dad moved in with us. The problem was that Grampa was relatively, high maintenance. He had only one arm and was revealing signs of dementia. He was also prone to traumatic bouts of tripping, falling to the floor. We often had to wrestle him back up onto his feet again. This was a difficult task; try grasping a heavy set, one armed man and hoisting him up off of the floor… especially when both of your ankles and wrists felt as if they were broken… ugh!
My mind then entered the stage and began acting out an ugly role… don’t ever allow your mind a shift at the helm, when challenged with rough seas, for it is not your best ally. I contemplated a similar solution to that of my beloved little pet dog; to end the painful ordeal for good. My problem was 
how to do it without hurting my family and friends. I entertained the thought of a one way stroll into the cold spring woods… with a broken compass, if you get my drift. I had even gone so far as to solicit the aid of a good friend of mine, requesting that he promise to fetch my frozen carcass from out of the woods… in about 3 days time in order to ensure that my family could have some sort of closure. His response was, “Heck, Gare… I’ll give you five days just to make sure.” Ugh… what are friends for?
SWEET SURRENDER;
Some of you readers might reject and/or react with this part of my story; however, i perceive it to have played a role in my healing and so feel it important to share. Allow me to qualify it in a presentable form first. It might rattle yer cage… but then maybe it’s time to bust the hell out of that contraption anyway. My purpose for sharing this is not to challenge anyone’s spiritual belief… we all seem to have one of those… some take it more serious than others. Furthermore; i need to tell you this; it was a spiritual experience and not a religious experience that saved the day; there is a difference… a biggg difference. I was a desperate man reaching out into the unseen and unknown, seeking answers to some pretty serious issues.
I was at rock bottom and the only direction left to go was up. And so it was… that i looked up; i had a simple and straight forward one-way conversation with God one evening. I laid it all out on the line. Oh, I’ve had similar conversations with Whom i perceived God to be, but this time it was different… i didn’t beg or bargain; i didn’t even ask to be fixed/healed… rather i simply surrendered; i threw in the towel and gave up. I felt like a helpless little boy all curled up on heaven’s doorstep, awaiting God’s merciful audience. I had never questioned God’s love and care for me nor His availability to help in the past. I knew deep down in my Spirit that my God was the true definition of mercy; i suppose that is what i was asking for… plain and simple… mercy. It was a truly humbling experience indeed.
My decision to connect with my Creator that evening was indeed a turning point, a landmark of positive change, although not physically speaking, for i remained on pain’s short leash. However, spiritually speaking, it felt as if a very heavy load had been gently removed from off of my sore shoulders. It was similar in many ways to the time that my house and all of its belongings were ravaged by a house fire many years prior. I drove away from the charred mess, feeling empty… but not robbed or violated… helpless… but not hopeless. It was much like the words in the song, ‘Me and Bobby McGee’… ‘freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.’ The good news was that; taking my own life was no longer on the table, for i had decided to push on regardless of how i felt or on how the future presented. My reasoning was; that my life was not mine to take, but rather it belonged to the One who gave it to me; therefore it would remain His call as to when and how i departed from my body and this world. Furthermore; i realized that there was no way to terminate one’s own life without negatively affecting your loved ones; doing so would be the ultimate of selfishness.
NEW BEGINNINGS;
My physical prognosis still seemed hopeless, but God remained at the helm of my disabled ship and that now became my plumb line and definition of my existence as miserable as it seemed at the time. I continued on with my debilitating condition in survival mode for several more months, to a year to follow; however; while doing so, i witnessed God divinely provide for us. Friends began showing up, lending a helping hand in so many different ways; some helped with firewood, others generously parted with their hard earned cash. I found it to be most humbling, as i had always prided myself in self sufficiency. I have since learned how to be a ‘gracious receiver.’ It is truly a blessing to give, but is equally as important to humbly receive a gift from another as well, for in doing so, it allows somebody else the opportunity for blessing.
We managed to survive the first winter, although it was challenging. The battlefield, involving my compromised physical condition as well as my attitude, remained bloody intense. Consequently, i spent much of my day lying around and watching television. Ugh… you can only watch so much of Oprah and Dr. Phil. Nonetheless; i eventually decided to abandon the TV regime altogether and made an effort to push my limits, force my aching body to get off the dang couch and get outside. Hmm… perhaps Oprah and/or Dr. Phil may have had something to do with that… i dunno. Howbeit; even though i was surrounded by such an incredible natural beauty of our quaint and serene residence on the river, i was no longer able to appreciate it anymore, for disease had such a grip on my mindset as well as that on my body at the time. In essence, my world had been rendered down to pain and depression… a condition better know as; disease.
Regardless of how bleak life appeared to be, i was determined to carry on and so i persevered. I managed to keep myself busy, doing anything and everything in an effort to divert my attention on my aches and pains. Being a compulsive fixer certainly helped as there was no shortage of things to make right around our property. I’d leave a crutch perched against a tree here and there cause every once in a while, my ankle would seize up forcing me to crawl back to the house. Try doing that in a few feet of snow.
Grampa happened to be staring out his window one snowy day, watching as i hobbled back to the house on a crutch. I suppose i looked somewhat like a wounded soldier wandering off from a gruesome battle field. He intercepted me at the door, saying; “You look pathetic.” Now, contrary to how you might construe such a statement, i wasn’t offended by it; that’s because it came from a guy who had bin there and dun that; he was truly a survivor in every sense of the word.
He started out in life with a major strike against him; a polio victim at aged 9 rendered his right arm unresponsive. Transportation was limited in those days and so his family could not be by his bedside in the far city hospital and so he was isolated from his family for a approximately 2 years. Needless to say, such a separation at such a young age is not conducive to establishing one’s self confidence. He later opted to amputate his limp arm; bear in mind; it was during the depression when work was sparse, rendering a one armed man at a serious disadvantage for most types of employment. Consequently, he spent quite a bit of his time riding the rails across the country and eventually fell prey to alcoholism on on Skid Row as many tired souls did. He eventually met Gramma, a wholesome union that turned out to be the soup stock for generations to follow… my spouse being one of them.
And so I perceived Grampa’s remark that day to be something a retired, prize fighter might say to a young novice who had just fallen victim to his first blow from a wicked right hook of his opponent… and was crawling into the corner of the ring a tad dazed and confused. I construed it to be more so that of a compliment than a cruel, insensitive gesture. It’s called, tenacity… the soup bone of survival.
GOOOOOD NEWS:
Okay… so back to Gare’s broken body and shaky spirit… i slowly, but steadily regained my physical strength, experiencing much less pain than at the beginning and began feeling more positive about the remainder of my life, emotionally speaking. Approximately one year had passed and i decided to check in with the Rheumatoid Specialist… an enlightening experience to say the least. The doc’s trainee reviewed my records and then conducted a routine inspection, feeling around my joints etc. He then left the room and returned with Dr. Specialist. Something had radically changed regarding my prognosis. The areas that Dr. Specialist had previously circled all over her chart revealing serious inflammation on my body a year prior, no longer matched. Dr. Specialist then asked me to squeeze her hand and her puzzled look instantly switched from a puzzled frown to that of a big smile. At that point she began rattling off a big list of other health issues that she had anticipated me as having, aside from the original prognosis of Juvenile Arthritis, but refrained from revealing to me at the time to avoid overwhelming me with more bad news… wise doctor, i’d say. Nonetheless; she ended with; “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it, you really have no need of our help anymore.” Her next question challenged me; “What exactly are you doing?”
***Refer to section entitled; ‘Miscellaneous Health Issues,’ ‘Rheumatoid Arthritis,’ for detailed info regarding the fix for my so called; incurable condition.
JOURNEY FOR LIFE:
To back up in time; my journey as an avid researcher of natural health really began many years prior; my son, Ben was diagnosed with Type-1 (Juvenile) Diabetes. He was 9 years old at the time. Type-1 Diabetes (Juvenile Diabetes) is a different animal than Type-2 Diabetes, by the way. Although, they share similar symptoms, Type 2 Diabetes is the result of a digestive exhaustion whereas Type 1 Diabetes is related to immune malfunction… or so it’s written. Type 2 Diabetes occurs over a longer period of time and can often be controlled… or even reversed, by diet and life style changes and/or by using natural or Pharmaceutical agents. Type-1 Diabetes, on the other hand presents instantly and requires immediate Pharmaceutical intervention, namely, daily insulin injections.
Ben required 2 or more insulin injections daily… a hellish regime for a kid, i’m sure you would agree. Nobody in their right mind, other than a drug addict would appreciate being poked with a needle. The verdict of my beloved son being condemned to daily insulin injections for the remainder of his life, not to mention the abstinence from sweets and adherence to a strict diet in order to control blood sugar levels, did not sit well with me. Subsequently; it eventually became the motor behind my journey to seek a cure, not only for Diabetes, but for all disease, regardless of its classification.
And so my quest began with what could have caused this so called; immune malfunction… Ben’s pancreatic insulin producing cells (Beta cells) to continuously self destruct, or so the medical prognosis has been logged. There were several potential suspects, any of which could have been the root cause. Join me as i play detective. I had to go it alone; the medical establishment showed no interest in the cause; only the maintenance.
I had a head start in my investigation, the understanding that all diseases are manifestations of disturbance in the natural bodily functions… at a cell level. The most prevalent causes of disease… again… at a cellular level is; trauma, poison and/or starvation… TPS for short. Therefore; this is a solid and accurate platform to base an investigation on.
Suspect #1; we were living in a small housing complex in very close proximity to a hydro-electric generating plant at the time that my wife was pregnant with Ben… and for a few months after his birth.
Allow me to introduce to you a viable enemy to humanity; Electrical/Magnetic/Frequency (EMF). My own personal experience with this unseen force happened while residing/working on the premises of that damn dam… pun intended. I was a young and healthy 28 year old at the time, emphasis on; ‘young and healthy‘. My job description there was fairly benign when it came down to the workload and all; however, i felt the need for a late afternoon nap most days after a menial seven hour shift. I felt drained/exhausted but, why? It all changed when i left and moved out of the damn ‘dam site.’ I came to the conclusion that the high level of electricity/magnetism conducted in that environment was the cause of my fatigue; i felt that it was draining the life out of me. The question is; could that same EMF force have been negatively affecting my wife… as well as… babe in her womb at the time? And so the plot thickens.
Don’t ever underestimate the potential harm posed by our electrically toxic environment. EMF is the term used to describe the new, energized world that we live in. This unseen force includes the century old, AC and DC current electricity that powers our necessities and delivers us our convenient toys. Furthermore; it also includes the earth’s natural magnetism and influences from our solar system. Lastly; it includes a massive array of frequencies introduced by none other than… us; humanity attempting to play God, might i say. Consequently; we are now surrounded by some baaaad music that is saturating the airways. Intricate modes of transmission for all of the aforementioned is now littering the landscape; towers, dishes, satellites are everywhere… and your cellphone and computer station get the message, loud and clear; are we?
All harmless; you might assume? Meanwhile; endocrine disorders are surfacing in epidemic proportions, today. Insomnia, anxiety, depression, ADHD, Autism, to name but a few of the more common ones are off the charts. This is not to suggest EMF toxicity to be the lone cause of these issues, including my son’s diabetes, but it certainly does render it a viable suspect. I won’t be going into much depth on the subject of EMF in this part of the journal; refer to sections entitled; ‘Immune System‘ and/or ‘Hormones, Behaviour, Emotions‘ for detailed information on that subject. Suffice it to say this; EMF technology has every bit of the potential to traumatize our cells… create disease.
Suspect #2; Ben, while in gestation in an EMF toxic environment and now experienced an extremely rare, traumatic birth. The doctor called it a ‘text book case’. He came out face first rather than crown first as is normal… you’d think that he’d have known better. Seriously though; his head was bent back… wayyyy back, which needless to say would have put tremendous pressure on his upper cervical spine, the main channel through which an amazing network of nerves pass. This too also spells serious trauma to the cells.
Suspect #3; a month after Ben was born, we vacated the damn dam house and moved into a seriously damp and moldy house… hmm… talk about jumping from the frying pan into the fire. However; the humidity was extremely high in that old house; my dehumidifier extracted several gallons of water daily from the air. Further research pointed to mold as being a long time antagonist to a healthy environment; a suspect for disease; a poison to the cells. Bear in mind that a new born baby comes into the world seriously immune compromised; consequently; he would have been especially vulnerable to such an environment, or so i would suspect, anyway. Overall; Ben was chronically colicky, unlike his older sisters; we had to work overtime to quell his innards and lull him to sleep. It couldn’t have been the food; he was breast fed… again; it never presented any problem with his sisters. We were flummoxed, and the internet wasn’t available for any help at the time.
Suspect #4; we moved again, this time into another old, but freshly renovated country house. It was located approximately 300 feet from a large, cedar lumber yard, my new place of employment for the next few years. Mold wasn’t an issue in this house; however, there were some environmental antagonists here too worth consideration. The house had just recently been completely renovated… predominantly with Western Red cedar.
First of all; i’m sure we’ve all experienced the strong chemical odour emanating from a newer house… or perhaps, from new flooring or furniture at one time or other. Those odors are are toxic; chemicals that you are breathing. Many wood and plastic composite building materials contain chemicals; it’s in the glues and caulking, plywood, paneling… flame retardants etc. The off-gassing of these agents can potentially create a poison to the cells as well. Add cedar dust to that menu; Western Red Cedar is a recognized immune trigger for the lung/bronchial department in particular; there certainly was a prolific residue of that floating around the place, i’ll tell ya.
To reiterate; i’m not suggesting any one of these agents to be the lone cause of my son’s diabetes; they’re merely suspects, hence why i am laying them all out to objectively scrutinize like a good detective should do. Are we good to go then?
Suspect #5; this next one is a major flag for sure; high up on the list of possibilities. It turned out that our water supply was contaminated. I found out a few months down the road that the cover on the mountain cistern that supplied our household water had been dislodged for an extended period of time. Needless to say; this would have subjected it to some questionable added… and unwanted agents. Bear in mind that a young child’s GI tract is undeveloped, rendering such to be especially vulnerable to aggressive bacteria and/or parasites, such as Guardia, perhaps? We never did test the water… baaaaddd on me!
Suspect #6; when Ben was 3ish years old, we discovered a wood tick, burrowed into the back of his neck. Recent research revealed Lymes disease; an infection resulting from wood ticks as a potential suspect for several immune-reactive syndromes. This suspect in coincidence with immune issues had been logged in the Pub Med journals and so is not just a wild guess.
Suspect 7; fast forward several years; Ben was now 5 years old; raw cow’s milk was on our menu. I stumbled across an interesting connection between cow’s milk and Type 1 Diabetes; a protein found in a specific breed of cows milk (casein A-1) is an apparent suspect for creating an immune response, one that specifically targeted the Beta Cells (insulin producing cells of the pancreas), resulting in Type 1 Diabetes. This too was published in the Pub Med journals, incidentally.
Suspect #8; my son received his first vaccine, the MMR; Measles, Mumps, Rubella combo; yet another Pub Med journal log; a link had been noted between this specific vaccine and Type 1 Diabetes as well. It’s no wonder the medical profession was not at all interested in the cause of Ben’s diabetes; it’d be rocking their boat.
I suppose you’re maybe wondering why my other two kids didn’t react negatively to any of the aforementioned, specifically; the vaccine connection. This is the Pharmaceutical Corporate lawyer narrative, incidentally. How could anybody prove elsewise in light of that. However; there appears to be substantial evidence revolving around the MMR vaccine and Autism for example. Studies apparently revealed a connection between a compromised GI tract and seriously reactive immune syndromes. It’s like ‘the perfect storm’ scenario; not just with a vaccine, but with each and every one of the aforementioned suspects, where something may go wrong if/when specific conditions are present. In other words, Ben’s compromised GI tract health could have predisposed him to Type 1 Diabetes; i mean; he was colicky since he was a babe, right?
We’ll be discussing the following in more detail throughout this book; however, one issue that i will mention here in association with compromised immunity is; ‘leaky gut syndrome,’ a condition whereby proteins seep through a compromised GI Tract wall and enter the bloodstream unannounced, so to speak. This breaks all the rules of the body and therefore, you can be sure that some sort of reactive activity would be in order. The type and intensity of that reaction would be totally unpredictable, of course.
I have since come to learn that the GI Tract is much more than just a channel to facilitate digestion and elimination; rather, it is the very source and workings of our entire being, physically speaking, anyway. This is where the microbial world within relates/interacts with the workings of our cells/organs; something known as; microbiome. If something goes wrong with our health it more often than not can be traced to this department.
Albeit; now let’s bring out the jury in review of all 8 suspects… bearing in mind the TSP aspect; cell death by trauma, starvation and/or poison. #1- my pregnant wife and son were exposed to an intense EM environment throughout gestation, #2- a traumatic birth (face presentation), #3- toxic mold exposure, #4- toxic chemicals, #5- water contamination (parasite), #6-tick bite (Lyme’s disease syndrome), #7- raw cow’s milk, and #8- MMR vaccine. I’d be curious to hear your opinion on my investigation; meanwhile i will continue my search of a cure.
On another note; what-do-ya-think… were we careless and negligent parents in inadvertently exposing our children to so many potential dangers? I worded it that way for a reason. There are two court cases presently going on in Alberta Canada, each of them involving charges of parental negligence; failure to provide the necessities of life, to be specific. The sad part about these cases, aside from the children being removed from parental care and the parents going to jail and all was the fact that this was a blatant act of corruption; manipulation of agendas revolving around corporate control of the family. The only wrong done by the parents was that they had more confidence in natural health care than Pharmaceutical care. If you care to know the nitty-gritty of that story, refer to the section entitled, ‘Terminology and Natural Health Jargon.’
Howbeit, we were loving and caring parents, just like the lot of many of you, committed to providing the best for our children. Each and everyone of the aforementioned scenarios regarding my son’s demise could have happened to you. The reason that we didn’t suspect any one of them as a danger was simply because there was no reason to; other than Ben’s early life colic issue, he was a rosy cheeked healthy and happy little brat. Seriously though, it wasn’t until after his prognosis that the microscope and heavy research guns came out. If nothing else, perhaps my exposing some of these potential dangers might serve to avert a tragedy for some of you… you’re welcome.
911 BUT NOBODY WAS HOME:
Diabetes was definitely a major health challenge for my son, but that wasn’t his only health challenge; approximately one year later, i woke up in the morning to find Ben lying on the living room floor, moaning in intense pain. His body was stiff as a board as if he was paralyzed; the truth was; he was paralyzed… howbeit; temporarily. I gently lifted him up from off the floor, laid him gently in his bed and then proceeded to my bedroom to do some serious spiritual homework. I was overwhelmed with helplessness and sought divine guidance. I fell down to my knees and desperately cried out to God for wisdom. Something was seriously wrong with my son.
Why didn’t i didn’t call 911? Well first of all, 911 wasn’t invented yet and secondly; we had already been there and done the medical route but it failed to help. Ben had been complaining of a back ache for several weeks prior to this incident. His condition was progressively deteriorating to the point that he was walking bent over like an aged old man. We sought medical assistance when his complaints of an aching back continued beyond that of it being the result of any type of a physical injury. Several doctor’s appointments later and mega hospital tests, including a bone scan, revealed nothing wrong, hence why i fell to my knees to pray that morning… are we good to go then?
I then requested the assistance of a friend of mine who was well versed with natural health care; i’ll call him Bill for confidentiality purposes. Bill wasn’t a Naturopathic doctor nor was he even a university educated man; rather, he was a herbalist and self taught, natural practitioner with a pretty solid track record of helping people out of some serious health queries… many of which Pharmaceutical medicine failed to do. Bill conducted a few hands-on tests and came to the conclusion that Ben had an infection in a specific disc in his spine. “How could this be; the bone scans presented negative?” i thought. Nonetheless, we began a regime of herbs and wouldn’t you know it, Ben slowly, but surely recovered. He eventually returned to school and was walking upright and pain free… for about a month, anyway.
However; our victory was short lived; several weeks to a month later, i received a phone call from the local hospital again. Apparently, the bone scan that had been performed on Ben a couple of months prior had again surfaced, revealing… guess what… an infection of some sort in Ben’s spine… a few months later, go figure. What happened, did somebody drop the ball on this? I dunno; however, they insisted that i check my… now well son into the hospital for medical treatment… immediately. They proposed a regime of intravenous antibiotics for like… a month… yikes!
My initial response to the mandate was; “I appreciate your concern… but… but… we had already discovered an infection in his spine, and managed to treat it… naturally… he’s now pain free and walking fine again,” i said. Ugh… i could tell by the tone of the medical professional’s voice on the telephone that i was about to step over a line… the line that one dared not cross… or would be facing off with a host of ugly repercussions, far worse than submitting to their demands. This was the same line that the aforementioned, so called, negligent parents, (Alberta court cases) stepped over, i might add… and so i reluctantly complied.
The doctor calmly explained the prognosis to me, although it stirred some legitimate questions regarding the treatment; an intravenous antibiotic protocol. My first question was; “What type of infection are we dealing with here?” To my surprise, Doc answered me with; “We don’t know.” Hmm… my next question then was; “Then how will you know if you managed to defeat whatever it was that caused this… surely you can perform a blood test, bone scan or something after the month of antibiotics?” I found his answer most disturbing; “Well, he’ll either improve or he’ll get worse… we can only hope for the best.”
Hmm… you might wanna remember his answers to my question for i believe that it will shine some light on the entire artificial immunization industry going on today, where questionable agents are injected into the body for the purpose of initiating an immune response to attack and destroy a specific microbe. According to Doc, there was no test to expose/identify such an entity. Needless to say, his answer did not sit well with me; howbeit, i complied… under duress, of course.
It’s common knowledge… well… to a natural physician that is… that a long term protocol of antibiotics is going to seriously affect the eco balance of one’s GI Tract, which can ultimately, negatively affect normal and health bodily function… in a baaaddd way. Nonetheless; one lonnng month later, we checked Ben out of the hospital and returned home. The good news was that his condition did not worsen. The fact was that nothing had changed; he was pain free when he entered the domain and pain free when he left.
Now, you might be of the mindset that it was better to be safe than sorry; to apply the antibiotic therapy, that it was but a small price to pay for a possible fix; however, consider the facts. First of all, Ben had already obviously recovered before the frantic medical protocol; he was walking upright and was finally pain free. Secondly, a fresh bone scan should have revealed the fact. Thirdly, the suggested medical protocol of antibiotics was just a wild guess according to the doctor’s response. I mean, a specific microbe hadn’t even been isolated and yet a specific antibiotic was chosen to do the job. Last but not least; a month of infused antibiotics is not a small price to pay when you consider the negative impact that antibiotics can present to the GI Tract ecosystem. The digestive tract is much more than just a channel through which food passes through; it is the foundation of one’s being. Carpet bombing Ben’s GI Tract with an aggressive bacteria will have rendered him extremely vulnerable to an entire host of negative health issues. Nonetheless; we managed to reasonably and proactively address the issue afterwards by heavily supplementing him with Probiotics… and that my dear reader is why i am such a passionate advocate of… natural medicine.
THE GOOD… THE BAD… AND… THE UGLY;
As my Father-in-Law used to say; “What I’m about to say will probably upset your apple cart.” Hopefully while yer collecting all of the bruised apples, you’ll catch a vision of some facts that might perhaps, prevent more upset apple carts in your future.
If you’d rather not hear any of the following… bad and ugly stuff, then feel free to fast forward to the health info that suits your fancy; all others… buckle up… cause the road is about to get bumpy. Bear in mind that; the bite of truth beats the nagging bark of lies.
Two things i’ll come right out and say; first of all, i do not share the confidence that some may have in Pharmaceutical agents/protocol. This is not to say that i wouldn’t indulge in such because if the truth be known; i have… and will continue to consider pharmaceutical agents/protocol in the future; however, i have more confidence in natural health care, generally speaking. How could i not? It is centuries old in reputation for both efficacy and safety. Secondly; there is a dark side to Pharmaceutical Medicine, a Mr. Hyde to the Dr. Jekyll, if you will, that really needs to be addressed. Don’t go and read into that to suggest that your doctor is Mr. Hyde hiding in a white smock; i personally choose to believe this not to be true. Most medical employees are dedicated servants to bettering people’s health; however, a servant can only be as effective as their master allows them to be, and that my dear readers is where the serpent lies in this industry; its master is profit driven Pharmaceutical Corporations… better known as; Big Pharma.
I’ll go one step further; this is not to allude that all Pharmaceutical health care agents/protocol are useless or unsafe either; the facts are that my son, Ben is alive today only because of such an agent, namely insulin. His blood sugar was so out of control at one point in time that his life was seriously threatened. There was no natural agent or protocol… and there still isn’t… that i am aware of yet that is able to remedy that. The truth is that we’ve all benefited from Pharmaceutical health care, be it agents or protocol in one way or another throughout our lives. It wasn’t too, too long ago that Type 1 Diabetes spelled slow but sure death. Even something as natural as childbirth often mercilessly terminated Mother and/or child when something went wrong, but today, it’s not near as common… in our part of the world, anyway… again… again… thanks to Pharmaceutical health care.
Albeit; it should remain one’s free choice to choose which health care to access… to discern the advantages and/or disadvantages of each type of health care, be it natural or pharmaceutical in regards to our specific needs. The problem is that Pharmaceutical health care is not at all tolerant of natural health care today; it is considered competition, hence why the aforementioned court cases occurred, sending innocent parents to jail for simply not having confidence in… and for not choosing the ‘Pharmaceutical standard of care’ first and foremost.
And so it was that Pharmaceutical Medicine could only offer my son a synthetic agent, namely insulin… and an endless array of fancy blood sugar monitoring paraphernalia to manage his supposed, ‘disease for life;’ not cure it. One doctor discouraged me from building my son’s hopes up for a cure, suggesting that i settle for just helping him manage his diabetes with routine blood sugar monitoring and stringent diet. I got his point, but deep down inside i was… and still am a believer that this cursed disease could be cured and made a thing of the past.
Every now and again, i’d be cruelly teased by a potential medical break through; a specific agent that demonstrated promising results with diabetes… only to disappear soon after the announcement was made… their reason; ‘further research was being conducted to verify the long term effectiveness and/or safety of such and such’. I had even contacted a few of the medical facilities promoting such hopeful research to perhaps qualify my son for entry into one of their double blind studies, but to no avail. This became a predictable pattern, leading me to form an opinion, one that is still standing unchallenged today; ‘what happens in the lab… apparently remains in the lab.’ In other words; i am of the opinion that the powers that be are not interested, nor focused on a cure for any disease but rather on agents… and a patent-able ones at that, with the potential to maintain diseases… that’s where the money is… a sad but true revelation.
One particular therapy that caught my attention was that of introducing coated Islet Beta cells into a diabetic’s pancreas. Islet Beta cells are the cells that produce insulin in the pancreas. Consequently these are the ones that are apparently targeted and destroyed by one’s immune system in type 1 diabetes. The idea was to coat these Islet cells so as to offer a camouflage to avert an immune reaction to a foreign entity. It sounded legit but the problem was twofold; access to donors of such were apparently limited… and the fact that the therapy had to be repeated after about a year or so; i dunno, a reset of sorts, i suppose. I contacted a clinic down in Mexico regarding this therapy. The doctor informed me that it was indeed authentic. Interestingly; he commented that the therapy actually originated in Canada and that he was surprised that i didn’t have ready access to it. Hmm… and so one had to travel to Mexico to get a Canadian invented protocol… make sense? I didn’t think so.
Here’s another example; a specific vaccine once used for tuberculosis apparently managed to halt the Type 1 Diabetes circus as well… howbeit only for a year or perhaps… two, again. Nonetheless, a year or two of reprieve from daily injections, not to mention from the collateral damage incurred by uncontrolled blood sugar levels, would have been welcomed for a young boy. Sad to inform you that that particular vaccine has since disappeared from the market as well.
Albeit, the list goes on; each of these agents have one thing in common… they were natural and therefore they were of no interest to the medical powers that be. That is because natural agents cannot be patented… controlled… and $old at a premium price. The reasoning goes something like this; it costs money to research agents… and if there is no profit to substantiate that research… then why bother. It does make cents… after all, the pharmaceutical industry, like all industries revolves around profit, right? What does not make $ense is when this same industry revolves around the health needs of sick people… those ultimately being held hostage to the marketeering ploys typically associated with big business. It makes even less $ense when our government agencies… supposedly in place to protect its people enable these big corporations to continue doing so.
Government health watch dog agencies; Health Canada, Federal Health Authority (FDA), and… the World Health Organization (WHO) not only police the suppression of natural agents, withholding such from public access but they also routinely rubber-stamp renowned carcinogenic agents as safe and effective. And now they’ve gone further; they’re coercing the public to accept such agents/protocol without question; one step short of making it mandatory. We are being manipulated to surrender our personal freedom of choice for the protection of the collective… for society… the herd, so to speak. I’m talking about artificial immunization programs… vaccines in particular… how convenient… how cruel/sinister.
The irony of artificial immunization is that the ‘powers that be… and shouldn’t otta be’… don’t deny the fact that their injections contain reputable, harmful substances, rather they minimize the potential dangers of such on the grounds that they are presented in such small quantities and therefore; pose no imminent danger. Hmm… you might buy into that but i sure don’t. If you were to do some math, you’d calculate just how much of this toxic stuff is actually being introduced into one’s body in a very short period of time, not to mention the accumulation factor of such. Today’s ‘standard of care’ protocol for artificial immunization has since grown to a whopping 45 plus injections before a kid even reaches their 5th birthday… and those numbers are growing each month. Nonetheless; that’s 45 doses of a… just a little bit… of that lethal substance in a 60 month period of time… let’s not be naive here; we’re talking about allowing our children to be poisoned. Furthermore, Pharmaceutical Corporations, the producers and marketers of these questionable agents, have just been generously offered a waiver of liability, releasing them of any indemnity if an immediate reaction should occur… hmm… again… how convenient. I dunno… if you can’t smell a rat in the cheese factory in all of that… well, then… you might want to perform a naivety test. Sorry to say… there’s no such test for that… nor is there a pill or vaccine to prevent it.
OK… so now… i… and maybe you too… need to callllmmmm down after that rant. I didn’t mean to get so loud there but it’s a personal thing with me; i feel like a naturalist trapped in a corrupt synthetic world. It’d be fine if i didn’t give a ^%&* about humanity, especially children, but that is not the case; i really do care about people’s health, enough to research and freely share all of my knowledge and personal experiences with the world around me… you’re welcome.
Howbeit; the damage has already been done for some… and there’s no going back and so we’re just going to have to push forward and work smarter; our survival depends on it. The bottom line is this; there are benefits and deficits to both, Pharmaceutical health agents/protocol and natural agents/protocol; each has a place and something to offer; we just need to discern which is the best choice for our health query.
Choosing to accept pharmaceutical medical care for my son’s diabetes was a wise call; he is still alive because of that choice, thanks to a pharmaceutical (patented) agent; insulin. However, this does not mean that we have to be medical lab rats, where we will do whatever a white coat medicine man suggests. You and i should be the ones responsible for decisions regarding our own health in the end.