February 29, 2016
It seems every time I turn around, whether I’m watching TV, the news, or online, there is a commercial or TV show or blogger that is trying to convince me that suffering is beautiful and having a chronic illness and just living with it is the socially acceptable thing to do. It seems society is forcing us to accept this ridiculous notion that there are no cures for anything anymore, and popping pills and “living with it” is your only option. Heaven forbid, you reject this mantra being forced down your throat. You will be immediately criticized and marginalized as being foolish, stupid, and *gasp!* “anti-science.” I’m seriously so over this line of garbage, I can’t even stomach it anymore.
A little backstory, my husband was diagnosed 25 years ago with type 1 diabetes, and my son was diagnosed six years ago. Almost 30 years between the two of them being diagnosed and “science” is no closer to finding a cure than they were back then. I questioned my son’s endocrinologist at his last appointment about this. Billions of dollars has been pumped into research — shouldn’t we have something by now? She told me that 30 years ago people had to carry bags of urine around to be tested, so now the testing process is more streamlined. Really? After billions of dollars, we no longer carry bags of urine around? Great. And that, my friends, is what the medical community views as progress. Never mind that we should know exactly what is causing the islet cells of the pancreas to stop working properly after nearly three decades and billions of dollars. Just keep donating to more and more research and know that your struggle with chronic illness is heroic and beautiful, and maybe someone will write an inspirational song about it that you can listen to while your health takes a steep decline.
This has to change. People have to feel empowered again and take charge of their own health and well-being. I’m upset that it’s 2016 and Western medicine has their heads still firmly planted up their rear-ends when it comes to nutrition and health. I’m bitter about the fact that now, more than ever, moms are being ostracized for daring to challenge their doctors and tell them there is a better way. There are more and more cases of parents are being threatened with CPS action if they disagree with a diagnosis from a doctor. I might feel completely differently if I didn’t see it every day. But it’s simply not the case. Western medicine has been an utter failure in helping chronically ill people get better. An utter
disappointing and abysmal failure.
I remember years ago being vilified on social media by the “pro science” community for suggesting that B12 was helping my son’s autism symptoms. Obviously, I hated my child because I was subjecting him to the tortuous B12 supplements, and I wanted to “fix” him because I thought he was less of a person, etc., etc. Well, science has finally caught up on this one, and a study came out just recently that proved the autism and B12 deficiency connection. I was tested, and it turned out I had a deficiency also. I felt tremendously better once I started taking supplements and “fixed” the problem. There is no beauty in suffering with a deficiency that is so easily remedied with a simple supplement. So why all the vitriol all those years ago? Shouldn’t we stop pointing fingers and villifying parents who are only trying to help their kids to be the best they can possibly be? It makes me upset that parents were probably hesitant to try the supplement simply because of online
bullies that use their blogs to inflate their own egos. This disturbing trend needs to stop.
That is just one example of “science” being woefully behind what parents have been researching and known for years. “Alternative” doctors, who are repeatedly called quacks by mainstream doctors who have nothing to offer, have been treating their medically complex patients with great success when they treat the patient as a unique person. Western medicine can be a good thing and can lead to greater benefits for the patient when combined with other modalities of healing. Just a few weeks ago, we had a nasty virus run through our house: fever, chills, body aches, and a croupy cough. Interestingly, my son on the spectrum was the only one who didn’t get sick because I have him on daily antivirals. Lesson learned by me that I need to take these daily to ward off illness rather than just taking them when I’m sick. When my daughter fell ill, I immediately started my kids on homeopathic remedies, loads of vitamin C and olive leaf extract. My one-year-old developed croup, and I did lots of steaming in the shower as well with some baby-approved essential oils. We all were ill for about four days and recovered fairly quickly. I love the fact that I can take charge of my kids’ health and treat them with natural and holistic methods that work for us. I shouldn’t have to feel like a bad mother because of it. I’m not harming my children in any way, shape, or form. I’m teaching my daughter that taking charge of her own health is empowering. She is learning that there is no beauty in needless suffering. She knows that nutrition is the cornerstone of health and her brother on the spectrum benefits from this every day. There is no beauty when he is in pain from real medical issues that are not simply his “autism.”
I’m so hopeful that this next generation of children will grow up and break free from this medical paradigm that has become so deeply entrenched in our psyche. They will have grown up seeing the effects of a toxic environment and the failures of western medicine. I’m optimistic that we won’t be afraid to have an honest dialogue about the true causes of disease and not turn a blind eye to them any longer. My point is, don’t be afraid to
empower yourself when it comes to your own health and the health of your children. Do your research, trust your intuition, get the opinions from those who have successfully walked this path before you. Don’t let fear and doubt deter you from being your best self. When we realize we’ve had the power all along, that will be a beautiful thing.
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