I suggest you go to the Washington Post to read Caitlin Gibson’s essay, “We’re living in Virus Hell.” Parents like me will be a bit amused. She is so very tired dealing with illness after illness the last couple of months. It’s not her fault. She just doesn’t really know. Below, I post my email reply. Her address is firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank her for her enjoyable article and then explain to her how “tired” you are, for how many years, and why. Of course I had to change a few words in order to post here. I’m sure you understand why.
Dear Ms. Gibson:
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your essay in The Washington Post entitled “We’re living in Virus Hell.”. However, all I kept thinking was “Welcome to our nightmare.”
Already, 1:24 boys in this country will be too sick and disabled to ever grow up healthy enough or cognizant enough to defend our country.
The virus nightmare you described, hundreds of thousands of parents in this country have been living for years or even decades. For my family, we have been living what you described over 22 years. Many families have buried their children. It is actually an autoimmune disease that is triggered by toxic encephalopathy, but that would not sound good on mainstream media which garners 70% of all revenue from pharmaceutical ads.
But parents are lied to and manipulated such they keep lining their kids up for more and more and more – without even ever requiring synergistic toxicological safety studies. Why not? In 1986, our government gave drug companies freedom from litigation in all cases when their whack scene products cause disability and death. They routinely cause immunological, medical, metabolic, and neurological damage in children. It is not “rare.”
Rather than having to experience repeated viruses or infections for a season, imagine having to deal with it in your child every two weeks for years and then decades. Imagine getting only one to three days before the next illness takes over your child’s body. Imagine having to put a bed next to your own so one parent can keep a hand on the non-verbal child so you can be sure they keep breathing through the night. A non-verbal child can’t come tell you they are having trouble breathing or what part of their body hurts.
Imagine a child’s body that can’t even fight the bacteria from an insect bite. Imagine what it would be like if every bite your child gets from a fly or mosquito rapidly becomes spreading staph and cellulitis; putting your child at risk for MRSA, septicemia, and death. Imagine your child having two or three illnesses at the same time. and being on Amoxicillin so often it quits working. Imagine that every two weeks for nine years, Your child needs antibiotics – often needing “tier one” antibiotics, which most insurances do not cover. It only costs $650 or more for a little bottle out of pocket every two weeks. Imagine being in the ER 1-2 times a month for years. It’s only a $500 deductible every time your child is walked or carried through those doors.
Imagine your child’s whole childhood having to deal with one or more of the following over and over again: absence or grand-mal seizures (not well controlled with traditional seizure meds)tremors, nystagmus, chronic pneumonia, repeated meningitis, chronic constipation (such it permanently causes mega colon), explosive diarrhea, tics, severe asthma (that is not well controlled with asthma meds), rampant Candida – fungal infections (even in the lungs). Imagine chronic bronchitis, repeated bouts of Scarlet fever/scarlatina, whooping cough, shingles, leaky gut, malabsorption syndrome, adrenal fatigue, and other problems.
My child turned 23 last Thursday. In his short life he has had pneumonia ten times, meningitis twice, and too many cases of strep, staph, spreading staph, cellulitis, and other viral and bacterial infections to count.
He was a perfectly healthy normally developing child until age fifteen months when he was given four whack scenes all at once. He had a STROKE right in front of me and immediately lost all speech and affect. Then the gaslighting began. Then I learned I could sue no one for his injuries. I was treated abominably and booted out of the pediatric practice for even suggesting these whacks did this to my previously normal child. I was not allowed to sit in the common waiting room but segregated in a private one for fear I might warn other parents. Imagine demanding “mercury free” waxes and the doctor decides to lie about ingredients and give them anyway. Imagine still not being able to sue her. Imagine when you confront her and she admits what she did, she laughs. Wish I had known to record and publish that conversation.
My heart goes out to you as you have recently experienced but a taste of what so many of us have gone through for decades.
We’ve tried to warn the unaffected. Think. Sick people can’t fight back. Dead people don’t collect social security. Sick and disabled children don’t get to grow up and have kids of their own — nor as I said — grow up to defend their country.
For speaking out we get vilified and called “anti whacksers” and con spire acy theorists.
Being anti whacksers and con spire acy theorists has its advantages — they very rarely wind up with medically and immunologically fragile children, and they don’t wind up with blood clots, strokes, myocarditis, seizures or dying suddenly at a young age.
Keep getting yourselves and your children these products and you will sadly come to know what chronic illness and disability are, and then you will know what “tired” really means. I truly pray you never have to. That is all I have to gain from speaking out — saving you and yours. My child is already permanently harmed . Nothing will restore him to the healthy child he used to be.
Man, I WISH I had been anti whacks! I was up most of the night again with a 23 year old sick “kid” whom I love more than my own life, who will always need help.
My son was given 19 whacks in fifteen months – most of them combination waxes. In those waxes on that one day was more than 200 times the EPA safety limit of mercury for a 200 pound man. My child weighed barely 19 pounds. Even if they took the mercury out since – (which they did not completely), they added other tox ins in.
In 2002, a year after the event, my child was diagnosed with “Heavy Metal Intoxication” and a non specified metabolic disorder that they were “sure” was Wilson’s Disease, They were stumped when they could not find the genetic marker for the disease. It is a condition left untreated which allows too much copper to build up in the body which causes further organ damage, including brain damage. My son has been on zinc prophylaxis ever since to control copper levels. It occurs in a subset of whack harmed children and many walk around not knowing because the mainstream refuses to admit what they have done, so the necessary tests are not run.
The pediatric neurologist apologized to us as he said our son’s Hg poisoning could only have come from the whacks. But he said that we could not go around repeating that because UT Southwestern got a lot of monetary support from the industry, so they did not approve of any admonition against whacks. He whispered as if the walls had ears. My husband and I said later that it was very creepy. I asked the doctor later if he would convene a panel of doctors there to listen to a whole group of parents in the Dallas area to listen to our concerns. We were denied.
Then he said to us, “Gee, I’m so sorry, but you’ve just got to understand, by mass whacking, we are saving so many, but there are going to be ‘LOSSES.’. Your child is one of them, and you just need to go home and accept it.”
Tell me, if this were your only child – the one you prayed for eight years to have —could you accept the health and function of your child was involuntarily sacrificed for some perceived “greater good.”
I have now for two decades asked them to produce a single life in the US they can unequivocally prove was actually saved by any whack. So far it has not been produced. I’m still waiting.
The Washington Post is no different than any other media outlet. Few are brave enough to stand up to Goliath – even if it means saving America’s children.
I pray your virus nightmare and taste of tired does not last as long as ours. Ours is for life.
I can introduce you to as many truly tired and grieving parent caregivers as you would dare to meet.