Showing posts with label Holistic Healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holistic Healing. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hands Full - Wholly Nourished

O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. (Psalm 34:8)


Every summer as a teen, I used to spend several hours a day riding "The Piglet."  To spend 6-8 hours out and about was not abnormal.  I usually left the stable and didn't return until I was done riding for the day so riding to a lake, river or creek to offer her water was always part of our trek.  For the longest time, she'd refuse to drink anywhere but home no matter how long we had been out or how hot it was.  I knew she had to be thirsty so I'd walk her through it, try forcing her head down into it, even opening her mouth and letting drops fall into it; we even swam in it but she'd rarely drink.  Instead she'd wait until we got home and drink down half a bathtub full of water like she was dying of thirst.   This always annoyed me.  Did she think I was trying to poison her when we were out on the trail or what? 

For whatever reason, the thought never occurred to me to bring water for myself either.  Much of the time, I rode alone and like my horse, just waited until we arrived home and guzzled gross water from the hose because I was dying of thirst.  There was one occasion, however, when it was so hot I thought I might pass out if I did not get myself some water.  We were about three miles from home and I knew I wasn't going to make it.  I was riding on the shoulder of a busy rural road and visions of me passing out, falling off and being run over started terrorizing me.  And worse yet, my horse would probably be hit too.  My insides were screaming, my head was pounding and my desperation to stop my body from overriding my will to stay conscious overruled any fear I had that the water source might be contaminated.  I ended up drinking out of a nearby creek and water never tasted so good! (and I never got sick)  It didn't take long for my body to recover after getting a much needed pint of water (at least).  As I was slurping, I heard someone who wasn't me slurping too.  I looked over and it was my horse.  I asked her, "So, if I can drink it, you can drink it?"  I guess she just needed me to show her it was okay. After that, she drank more times than she didn't when we reached water.  As for me, bringing water along became a priority. 

There were several other memorable occasions when as a teen I learned that I better listen to my body and take care of it properly - or suffer the consequences.  Hopefully, by the time we all reach adulthood, we will have acquired a good knowledge of our bodies needs and recognize (perhaps through trial and error) that balance is key for proper functionality. Then we can impart this knowledge to our children as well as recognize the imbalances in their diets and correct them before they lead to all sorts of maladies.  

Unfortunately, children prefer to eat what tastes good to their mouths, not what is healthy for their bodies and as such a taste and desire for many foods that are wholesome must be developed.  They must also be taught self-control in order to resist eating junk food in excess (when a parent is not looking -- or when a grandparent is aiding and abetting them).  

Convincing my children to try new foods that do not immediately appeal to them reminds me of trying to convince my horse to drink water that looks strange to her.  They've usually decided they don't like the food well before they take that obligatory bite and 99% of the time, they make horrible faces and spit it out.  I've noticed, however, that somewhere down the line, all those samples lead to a genuine craving for whatever that food was and suddenly they are asking me to make it more regularly.  I love it when that happens!  

But while proper care of the body is of high value, we must never forget the importance of nurturing our children's souls and spirits.  With so much worldly importance given to outward appearance and wellness, it is easy for the body to become a god over us.  Lest we forget, the body is simply the temporary dwelling for the soul and spirit.  The body will wither and die, but the soul and spirit are eternal.   Thus, nothing is more important than teaching our children how to properly nurture their souls and spirits but in order to do this, we cannot be feeding ourselves "junk"  The blind cannot lead the blind and the dead cannot raise the dead.

Proper nourishment for soul and spirit come from the giver of their eternal nature: God.  Sustenance from any other source is akin to a steady physical diet of junk food and will result in illness, starvation and death.  It really is as simple as: 

junk food (sin) = eternal death 
or
 whole foods (God) = eternal life   

Let's examine the two diets. 

The person who feeds on the "junk" of this world can expect their spirit (mind) to be dominated by spirits that oppose God: ungratefulness, greed, dissatisfaction, selfishness, covetousness, bitterness, jealousy, arrogance, anxiety, impatience, hopelessness, despair, suspicion, desperation, fear, strife, guilt, condemnation and anger. (just to name a few) The "dis-ease" of these warring spirits in the mind leads some to try to discipline or medicate these evils away.  Some may try outward methods of soothing these ills such as allowing their souls to drink in the passing lusts and whims of the world: engorging themselves on physical pleasures often leading to addictions.  Others will try to cure their inner woes by feeding on the "knowledge" of the world, to puff their ego up with intellect, (foolishness - 1 Corinthians 3:19) and self-made importance (pride). It's all "good" as long as they can find someone to worship the ground they walk on.

All of these methods ultimately fail to cure the "dis-ease" (as the only cure is Christ) and instead lead to a person who cannot simply just be; they must always be doing something. They cannot simply have, but must always have more. Sin becomes the master of their members and left without restraint, eventually no immorality will be too corrupt for them to try in hopes of escaping the battlefield of their mind.  Eventually they will become so depraved, so blinded to their own "virtues," that they will call good, evil and evil, good to the detriment of their souls. As such, they are as zombies, oblivious to their condition, feeding on the sin of this world until either their eyes are opened to The Truth and they accept Christ, or they reject Truth and sin consumes them. (Romans 1:28-32) 

The one who chooses to feed their soul and spirit the things of God can expect to have a life filled with His power, His agape, and soundness of mind  (1 Timothy 1:7) Also peace that passes understanding. (Philippians 4:6-8)  Their spirit is nourished by hearing and understanding God's Word while their soul is nourished by obeying Him and reaping the blessings that come from obedience. 

Now this is not to say that Christians are immune to the warring spirits mentioned above that are not of God;  we live in a world where those spirits reign and they will always try to invade our peace.  The remedy for us however, is where the difference lies.  Rather than using worldly methods (sin) in hopes of alleviating the "dis-ease" that has crept into our spirit, if we submit ourselves to God, they will flee before they ever manifest in our soul. (James 4:7) 

Submitting to God by reading His Word always restores the peace and joy to my soul and spirit just as completely and quickly as that creek water revived my physical body. When those ill spirits creep into my mind, they serve as a warning signal that I have overdosed on the "junk food" of the world.  It really doesn't take much for that to happen.  The longer I walk with God, get to know His ways and see Him working behind the scenes in my life, the more I'm aware that this world is not my home. I can hardly watch the news without feeling revolted, frustrated, angry or hopeless by the utter depravity I see.  And that's when I know I need to get back to the things of God - and fast - before the joy and peace that come from my salvation depart and I find that my soul wants to hurt someone and my spirit feels entitled to do so.   Psalm 37 is a GREAT place to refresh.
 
Submitting to God when the spirit starts to be overcome with "dis-ease" is something we MUST teach our children to do as well.  If we do not, they will turn to sin to self-medicate. Just as I can tell when my spirit is overloaded trying to endure this world, I can also tell when theirs is.  It usually begins as moodiness in a child who is generally in good spirits.  Suddenly, they are angry and cannot tell me why.  Or they now know everything and God help me if I try to correct that child.  Left undisciplined, this "moodiness" will manifest in action and the next thing I know, I'm breaking up two kids who cannot keep their hands to themselves.  Now, I can discipline them (and I do) but that doesn't wholly solve the problem which is that their souls and spirits need a remedy that only comes from God.

My children all claim to believe in Jesus but I know that this profession is only the first step in a real life-changing relationship with Him leading to eternal life. James 2:19-20 says that even demons believe in God, and tremble, yet they still carry on doing the devil's work.  Belief is not enough.  There must be faithfulness or they will fall away from their faith and that faithfulness MUST be taught because it opposes the human nature we are all born with.

Proverbs 22:6 tells us to Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. Train is imperative. In order for this promise to be fulfilled, one must teach and the other must learns about a commonality; in this instance, to hear and obey God.  This scripture does not say let your church's youth pastor train them while you do whatever you want, nor does it say throw them a Bible and hope they'll read it even when you don't.   (I guarantee you, neither of those work.)  They will do as you do, not as you say especially if your words are contrary to your actions. St. Frances of Assisi said, "Live the Gospel and use words when necessary."   Actions speak louder than words.

I know I've done something that will stick with my kids when they ask me, "Mom, why did you do that?" and my answer has a Bible theme. They don't marvel at the worldly things I do, sin they understand well. They ask about that which they do not understand and I always thank God for the opportunities He gives me to do something they will take notice of that will plant some seeds in them. At the very least, it will give them something to think about. Ephesians 6:4 takes this "train" command a little farther: And the fathers! provoke not your children, but nourish them in the instruction and admonition of the Lord. 

I have found that when "strong discipline" is needed, the Bible works wonders but foolishness is bound up in the heart of a child.  The rod of correction will drive it far from him. (Proverbs 22:15a)  Parents need to keep this in mind as they train their children to become faithful to God.  If a child had their way, they'd eat nothing but junk food all day long and no loving parent would let that slide.  Similarly, a child would never even think to pick up a Bible when life isn't going their way.  That concept is about as foreign to them as needing to eat healthy foods yet both must be insisted on if a child is to be wholly nourished. 

A child's reaction to submitting to God might be similar to my kids trying some new healthy food;  griping and groaning ensue and they start out about as receptive as mud.  I don't let this deter me just as I never stopped leading my horse to water.  Even though it took her forever to actually take a drink, I never gave up trying because I knew she needed it even if she was clueless (or obstinate).  What I learned from her was that she just needed me to show her it was okay and children are no different.  They need to see that God's Word is wholly nourishing to you and powerfully working good in you and through you vs. poisoning you and those around you.  The best way for this to occur is by you reading and digesting the portion of God's Word you are about to present to them first and then feed them one little tiny morsel at a time until they are full.  When I do this, the nourishment penetrates and the "dis-ease" flees. I see night and day difference in a matter of 10-20 minutes.  The negative attitudes vanish, kids become happier, more thankful and even more helpful.  The nourishment doesn't vanish immediately either.  It carries them for days and if I faithfully find a lesson for them each week, my job as a disciplinarian is much easier to bear.   My hope is that just as they are beginning to see the benefits of better foods to nourish their bodies,  their eyes will be opened to the benefits God's nourishment for their souls and spirits and they will begin to crave it over sin.

I cannot end this post without mentioning "The Encounter."   Netflix added this movie to it's on demand line-up a couple weeks back.  I read the description and figured I'd give it a try.  If the film's "Jesus" didn't line up with the Bible's Jesus, I'd turn it off.  I didn't know at the time it was made by the same people who made "Fireproof."  Had I known that, I wouldn't have worried at all.  As with all Christian films where the motivation is to save souls vs. to make a billion dollars, it is a low budget film and in places it is obvious.  However, that said, I was glued and glad I previewed it without children so that I could let the tears run free.   It truly felt like an encounter with Jesus in man form, as close as we'll ever get while living on Earth anyway.  It was very Biblically accurate and will leave you with plenty to think through.   I don't want to give a lot away but it was packed with scripture, truth, hard questions answered, love, hate, lost, found, heaven, hell, Jesus and the devil.  After I finished it, I was filled with the joy of my Salvation and whatever ills wearing on my spirit that day were completely washed away.  I knew I needed to share it with my kids. 

There certainly aren't many nourishing TV shows on these days and the rare show that actually teaches the Bible does not hold their attention long.  I knew they'd like this though. It met their criteria of "creepy" and entertaining and my criteria of Biblically accurate.  I didn't tell them what it was about because I wanted them to react to it as it played out instead of react to it with whatever spirit was currently dominating their thought life.   I only told them that it was "creepy" and it does start out looking creepy.  "Creepy" caught their interest immediately, of course!  I watched it with the girls first, and then again with Daniel.  Everyone came away refreshed, nourished  and filled with joy.  This is one movie I do not believe a person could ever tire of seeing.  I highly recommend it as a tool for teaching as well as a nutritive to the soul and spirit; there is so much to chew on, digest, and wholly nourish.

Jesus calls to all saying, "The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners." (Isaiah 61:1) "I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." (John 10:9-11)



Where Joy and Sorrow Meet
 
 
"Hands Full" is my Thursday blog feature about the full time job of raising children according to God's Word. If you are a Christian parent who has chosen to forgo materiality to put your children first by being home with them, who may also homeschool them (an often thankless job the worldly show lowest esteem for), you will find this feature both an exhortation and an encouragement to keep living out the will of God. You will also find that, if you allow it, God will use your own children to teach and correct YOUR relationship with Him. Please feel free to share the link. To read the introduction to this series, click here.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

All Over the Place

Anna lost her first tooth on July 1st.  It's been loose since April actually but she was a little afraid to just yank it out.  Kaysha helped her work on it daily all this time and finally last week it was hanging by a thread.  Anna asked Kaysha to pull it for her because she was scared it would hurt.  Anna screamed and Kaysha got it out.  I asked Anna if it hurt.  She said no.  I asked why all the screaming then and she said she was waiting for it to hurt.  

We haven't had a child lose their first tooth since Daniel was six, so five years have passed.  Kaysha has lost all her baby teeth.  Daniel has lost all but one; a canine tooth that has no adult tooth behind it.  So the hope on that one is that it will stay put until he is 18 and at that time they will pull it and make him a fake tooth to fill the spot.  

Samuel never lost his baby teeth.  None were loose either.  His six year molars came in while he was on morphine so he never noticed them.  Anna definitely noticed hers come in.  I feel a little sad that Samuel never got to lose his first tooth before going to Heaven but I am pretty sure he would have just found it all very annoying.  When he was a toddler, he slipped in the tub and hit a top front tooth in the edge of the tub.  He ended up chipping it and we ended up with an impromptu trip to the dentist over it.  The dentist said it was not loose nor a big chip so nothing transpired. We just looked forward to the day when that tooth would be lost.  No need now.

The kids are enjoying the finally summer weather we are having.  Swimming is always on the agenda.  That and playing with the neighbors.



So, we made it to Summit Lake last weekend....well sort of.  It was iced over and snowed in.

July 3rd was Mark and my 16th anniversary (of the day we met.)  We like this anniversary and look forward to it simply because nothing bad has tainted it. (Knock on wood)   The weather wasn't as nice as the previous weekend when we just made it to Twin Lake before turning back but we did the five mile round trip walk anyway.  We left the parking lot with partly cloudy skies but ended up first hiking into the clouds which looked really strange and made me want to clean my contacts.  And then after a 1200 ft. elevation gain, we were ready to descend to the lake and this happened.


The trail turned into a winter wonderland.  Suddenly we were hiking through five feet of snow downhill.  I took one look at this and said NO WAY.  Nevermind that I was in shorts and a tank top at the time.  I did pack a light jacket and pants but I just knew I was going to make it to the lake the quick way.  Mark decided that we should at least try to make it down after coming that far and we did make to to a point where we could see a cloud covered iced over lake.  But then the trail disappeared and since we were uncertain where it should be, we went back up and called it quits.  And the whole time, Mark is walking in front of me holding my hand so I don't fall and I am not looking too far ahead at all the snow I still have to walk through and the big cliffs I might fall off.  I put all my effort into putting my feet in the exact spots his were in and asked over and over if we really walked through all this before and I didn't fall off.   As soon as we hit solid ground, I was thrilled!

We agreed that this anniversary is Sweet Sixteen.  Our relationship just gets better and better with each passing year.  This hike on this day felt symbolic of our life together thus far.. There's always an uphill climb that we can enjoy as long as we are together.  One gets tired, the other doesn't mind stopping for a rest. When the terrain gets rough, Mark takes my hand to be certain I do not fall.  He leads, I follow.  He holds me up and I trust him fully to do so.  When the rough spot has passed and I look back in amazement that we made it through, he reassures me that it wasn't just my imagination and we really DID do that.   No matter what the rough spot, I always look back with a good sense of accomplishment because I know we made it together.  And after all is said and done and the trail heads downhill, we enjoy catching our breath, stopping to share a meal, and all the visiting we do along the way. I am convinced that we can have fun doing most anything and even if it is not that fun at the time, we will later look back at it and still find the good parts. 

  Hiking together has become a very special time for us and I look forward to it very much.   It is so different than my everyday mundane and a great escape.  Somehow it feels like I am walking away from the things that went wrong here and yet Samuel is always on my mind.  We talked on this hike, about how he goes with us wherever we go and when we go to sleep, he plays in Heaven.  I look forward to the day where he leads us around Heaven's trails and mountainsides.  

We had a REALLY good hike on Saturday.   This week our weather is finally heating up and in another week or two, all that snow there will be melted.  We definitely want to go back again and see what was hidden by snow.  I have seen pictures and it looks beautiful; an awesome place to spend the day with the one you love.  



Bud's restless.  That's a good thing because it means he is feeling a lot better.  It's also a bad thing because he is spending his time in the paddock destroying the tent, which is his shelter.    He has ripped one side about a foot up from the ground.  I went out a few days back and he had moved one of the posts, you know the ones that support the roof, about three feet off center.  I was shocked it didn't fall over.  He also pulls things out of the tack room by sticking his face under the side.  We have found extra fence posts in his bedding area as well as my camp chair, pieces of the fencing, the garbage and anything else he can get a hold of.  Back to his old tricks, he is.

When he was about two, I boarded him in a place where he had a stall for the night and pasture turn out in the day.   Well, he hates confinement.  He would stand there and kick the walls of the stall.  He pooped in his food and water buckets like it was a sport.  We got him some toys thinking this would help.  Mark hung a road cone in the middle of the stall.   I got him a nerf soccer ball which he shredded like a dog would.  I got him another that had stuffing instead and he would toss that over the top of his stall into the stall next door.  I always knew where to find it.  When I would take him out of the stall, if anyone was around that witnessed him kicking the walls, they would move FAR away and tell whomever didn't know that Bud likes to kick.  Now Bud is one of the sweetest gentlest horses I have ever known excluding the year he was a stallion and the time he bit Mark when he was jealous that I was walking another horse.  Bud doesn't kick people.  He hasn't kicked anyone since he was a yearling and made the mistake of kicking me, making contact and then running under his Mommy for shelter.  I chased him around the field with the long whip for an hour.  I never caught him but he got the point.  He doesn't kick.  Bud doesn't bite either.  At least not since he bit Mark out of jealousy anyway.  He was a bit over two years old at that time.  He bit Mark right on the forearm and left a softball size welt. Mark smacked him.  That seemed to have no effect.   Then Mark kicked him in the side.  That also had no effect.  Then Mark grabbed his nose and bit him back.  Now THAT had a gigantic effect.  Bud could not back up fast enough and he has never forgotten it.  Bud doesn't bite people.  He knows better.

 Bud has no problem destroying things when he is bored and it would be cute and clever if it wasn't something he could do serious damage to, like his shelter which is on it's last legs literally.  We haven't found a way to outsmart him in this regard either.  Nor have I found a place to move him but one with a real wood barn is a must have at this point.  So since he is doing better and by that I mean he is gingerly walking at a normal speed and on soft ground, you don't see any favoring, I decided to start turning him out on the pasture overnight bringing him back into the paddock for the day.  The grass glucose issue is fairly nil when the sun isn't on it at full strength.  This next stretch of hot days will help dry it out more and that will be a good thing too.   As you might imagine, he loves that idea.  The first time we opened the paddock, he marched out as fast as he could go, which was almost a trot.    As you might also expect, he is not impressed when I come in the morning to lock him up again. This morning he wouldn't come and I had to go get him.  But he is leading just like always with a simple grab of the mane and a stern "Come on."   The picture below is as far as he came in on his own.


Having him penned in for ten days gave me a chance to pay close attention to his poop.  Everything always comes back to the poop around here.  Keeping the paddock free of poop is a must and I noticed right away that his piles didn't look right nor smell right.  So I have been working on his diet to see what improvements can be made to get his gut on track.  Laminitis, some believe, stems from a gut issue, so obviously getting the gut right should be a huge benefit.

Horses, like people (and other animals) need omega 3's and probiotics.   You can buy processed foods with omega 3's and spend a fortune on probiotics that are powdered and unrefrigerated meaning virtually dead products.  I know better obviously from experience and it's nearly free to make your own.  So I started adding whole flax seeds to his food as well as started to ferment his grains similar to the way I made them into food for Samuel.  Instead of dry grains, processed horse feeds, just make your own "fresh" mix and feed with live probiotics.  I should not be surprised because this worked so well for Samuel but within two days, TWO DAYS, his poop is normal looking and smelling and suddenly I see new growth on the front hooves and he is walking much better. Yeah!   Sometimes I do these kinds of things and see amazing results and wonder why nobody else thought of it.   Seriously, I could not find one article on making your horse grain fermented probiotics.  Or using kefir water as part of the feed. 

His food is now considered a mash because it is wet and watery and I am still working on the ingredients because several of the herbs I am using now won't be used long term.  Once the bitters are eliminated the food will be even that much better tasting.  But, guess what?  He loves it.  Slurps it up as fast as he can.  Even with all the herbs mixed in (the ones he turns his nose up to) he loves it.  No nose faces. I think I could put dog turds in it and he would eat that too....just kidding!


Mmmm!  Yummy. 



Check out the tongue action!

My farrier comes tomorrow and I am excited to see what he thinks.  I found an excellent Laminitis article that outlines the recovery period and what to expect.   Between the 2nd and 4th month after the incident, you can expect your horse to spend most of it's time on it's feet and walking carefully but at a normal pace.  It has been one month since this began so Bud is ahead of schedule as far as how well he is moving at this point.  The left front foot is still the worst for tenderness and it is hard for him to stand on it while I work on the right front.  But the right front seems to be doing really well because I can work on the left front for quite some time before he asks for it back.  I am hopeful that means he can get a good trimming on these feet tomorrow with a little pain reliever on board.

I'll let you know!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Our Outlook on Cancer

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Our Outlook on Cancer

On April 21, 2004, Samuel's second birthday, we made the decision to "save" his life by approving a chemo protocol just like countless parents do daily whether they wanted to or not. However, we never agreed to ruin his body, or his life, or our lives in this process. I remember asking our first Oncologist if the cure was worse than the cancer and he assured me it was not. He also assured me that "he" could "cure" Samuel. Oh, really? In our instance, I can assure you that the "cure" was worse than the disease and that same "cure" slowly and methodically tore his body apart assuring him a torturous death in the end. There was no cure for the "cure." I will never regret making the choice to save his life but I will always regret and hate the fact that making that choice ruined his body in ways we never could have imagined. I hate the fact that a protocol full of poisons was our only choice at the time.


While there is no doubt that chemo and other cancer treatments do lengthen lives and even "cure" people (remember "cure" in the cancer world means you live five years past your original diagnosis date), it is not without it's price. Oncologists like to boast about their "cure rates" but often neglect to mention the horrible tragic ways their patients die; those who were not lucky enough to be part of the good statistics. Samuel died a miserable horrible death; one in which even the elephant size doses of pain killers didn't help to ease. All because of the damage from one round of chemo.


When you take chemo, you are playing Russian Roulette with your life. Maybe you will win, maybe you won't. Only time will tell. And if you happen to be that unlucky one for whom chemo does unheard of things to your body, good luck finding any doctor who wants to help you. There are many poisons which can get you into that situation, and few medical things to reverse it. Did chemo "save" Samuel's life initially? Yes because his leukemia was so far advanced. But it also destroyed his body in less than 30 days. Would I do things differently if I could go back? Absolutely yes having the knowledge and hindsight I have today. Yes. The very first thing done for him in the ICU was to administer sodium bicarbonate which drastically reduced the number of blasts in Samuel's blood within 24 hours and BEFORE any chemo was administered. In his last 10 months here, I had good success with baking soda as a non-toxic cancer treatment. But unfortunately, to have had the options I know work today, I would have had to kidnap my own child and go to another country.


Adults with cancer are able to choose alternative options while parents of children with cancer can not until relapse or as was our case, significant unheard of consequences of chemo. Something is wrong with this picture. Obviously, after a person has gone through enough chemo to be considered last ditch, their body is destroyed and alternatives have very little chance to do much more than ease side effects. I recently read an article which points to an over 95% cure rate (and by cure, they really mean cure in the true sense) for the treatment which we chose to use for Samuel when it was used as the first and main course of cancer treatment. I am not shocked by this because we had so much success with it even when Samuel's body was falling apart without our knowledge.


For me, refusing chemotherapy was a morality issue and I could not continue to lie to myself and destroy my soul over it. Samuel trusted me as his mother to take care of him and the very first thing to happen to him is still one of the most vicious horrifying attacks from chemo any Onc has ever seen. Three months inpatient, 20 surgeries to attempt to undo the damage, and no guarantee of anything. After three months of being a victim to this torture, we knew we could not continue this treatment. Our protocol was then augmented to accommodate us until such time as Samuel's continued complications landed us in a place where we could flat out refuse any more chemo without fear of CPS intervention. In total, Samuel endured less than 7 months of the 3.5 year protocol and many of the poisons were dropped after the second round because he could not tolerate them. Samuel remained in remission for 3 years and 2 months before relapsing and we firmly believe the relapse was caused by the significant damage to his gut. I do not regret discontinuing treatment. I do regret that we did not discontinue sooner.


Most parents actually start out knowing poisoning their children is wrong, but allow themselves to be placated by physicians "who would never willingly poison their children if there was a better way." The MD's assure parents that there is no other way. Our Oncology Clinic watched us get Samuel's cancer into remission three times and I guarantee you, they haven't told anyone there are other options. They just say, "Well Samuel was different." Yes, Samuel was different in that he had very little anatomy left to sustain his life without tons of my personal intervention into his diet and he STILL went into remission 3x. They can believe what they want. Alternative Medicine is not for everyone and certainly most parents will always choose conventional treatments because of "cure rates" and "ease." I put those in quotes because most children who get cancer will eventually die from cancer even if it is years down the road because the underlying cause of the cancer is not usually treated. Also, many chemo treatments cause secondary cancers. There is no "easy" treatment for cancer whether you allow an MD to administer it or do it yourself. It all comes down to how much personal effort you want to put into it. I knew I was going to have to live with the outcome, whatever that outcome might be. I knew I would never forgive myself if I allowed them to continue to ruin my son's body to further their statistics. I also knew from experience that they were unwilling to go the extra mile for us. The MD's would suffer no heartbreak whatever the outcome and that drove me to find more humane treatments. In the end, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that "I" did everything possible. They dropped the ball right from the start.


Using alternatives means you are going it on your own for the most part. All the research, choices and treatments are dependent on you to obtain and administer. Unfortunately, there are no doctors who can legally practice alternative medicine in the US for newly diagnosed pediatric cancer treatment. CAM medicine, yes, total cancer treatment, no. So if you decide to do alternative cancer treatment with your child, you are out on a limb. Be wary of alternative providers who are employed by hospitals as they are limited to do only what the hospital approves (basically managing side effects) making them worthless to you for mainline treatment. Also beware of caregivers who will prey on your fears, and I mean both mainstream and alternative because cancer is BIG business for both. Make no mistake about that. Most insurances do not cover these type of treatments so financially, this ball is also in your court.


Research is all over the place as far as alternatives go which means you have your work cut out for you. Cancer Tutor is always up to date with current research and I always checked here often because options change quickly. Plus more and more people are choosing alternative treatments thus more info about their pros and cons becomes more available by the day. Every "body" is different and using alternatives requires that you learn the idiosyncrasies of the person in your care. The biggest most useful theory of alternatives is to put as many non-contradicting non-toxic treatments together as possible and monitor progress closely. The nice thing is that you can change up treatments at any given time as well as minimize side effects in the process. Our experience with alternatives was that when we found something that worked, it worked immediately; like within hours or days. If it didn't work immediately, it usually did not work long term either.


When we were dealing with relapse, we were in a position to freely choose alternative treatment for Samuel. We chose to treat his cancer with diet, herbs and high ph therapy rather than poison. We were able to get Samuel into remission not once but three times with mainly diet and alternative treatments. At the end we also used very minuscule doses of chemo or steroids in which we had total control over dosing. Samuel lost each remission due to the damage to his GI tract from chemo that we slowly and painfully learned was irreversible and insurmountable. In the end, Samuel's gut died and allowed his leukemia to get the upper hand. You cannot live without a gut regardless of whether cancer is involved. His cancer was still dying off even in his last days but we were helpless to do anything because of the GI damage.


Through it all, we came to the conclusion that the cancer was the easy part and a symptom of an underlying even more vicious problem. In Samuel's case, it happened to be gut dysfunction and improper digestion. When his gut was functioning properly, the cancer went into remission. When it wasn't, the cancer came back with a vengeance. The bigger picture of this is that cancer may be a symptom of garbage build-up in the body. The immune system doesn't know what to do with the immense load of toxins so it just dumps it somewhere; either as a tumor, or spread out in the blood where it can disperse virtually anywhere. Cleaning out the "garbage systems" in the body is a good place to start. Gut, liver, gallbladder, spleen, lymphatic system and do not forget the kidneys which regulate fluids for the entire body. A rapid change in diet causes a rapid change in the body's ecosystem and often times, this alone causes cancers to stop progressing and even begin regressing. Do not forget to ask God to help because with His help, you are not alone. Learn to hear His voice and allow Him to guide you even if that means you go AMA. God's way is always the right way and I'll take His word over man's theories anytime. The Lord led me to things that helped Samuel's body fight the fight, even when I had no concept of what his body was really doing inside. God helped me improve Samuel's quality of life and to extend his days on earth when no MD could and Samuel always knew that his Mama and Jesus helped him. Until the day I die, I live with the pride of knowing I was allowed to do something no one else could do for Samuel and that his glorious spirit and intense love for us did the rest. For over four years, he fought to live, suffered enormously for it yet savored every moment he could. He always knew we were trying to help him. Near the end, he thanked me all the time for helping him. He was always smiling, always planning to live, never wanting to die. He's more alive in Heaven than he ever was here. He got his wish, just not quite the way we planned. There are some things that are WORSE than death and the suffering he endured because of chemotherapy is certainly one of them. I never wanted him to have to die, but I would not want him to still be here today trying to live in that ravaged body of torment either. I was firm on my stance on that from the beginning.


My only regret in all this is allowing chemo at all. Chemo is NOT God's medicine. Chemo is MAN'S medicine for a disease man brought upon himself. God did not make cancer, Satan did. And if chemo is not a tool of Satan, I don't know what is. Never has the thought of anything else brought such terror in to my heart. Never has anything scared me, sickened me, or deceived me. Chemo fools you into thinking it is working, all is well, and then the after effects sneak up on you when you least expect it. Or worse, you kid relapses on a protocol that is supposed to be very effective. In our case, we just did not know what hit us. It attacked from all angles at once.


Chemo is not from God. I wonder how many other things we will get to heaven and have God say "How on earth did you ever think I created that?" Samuel made it through that ordeal through God's grace and mercy and by those who kept praying and keeping Samuel's name in front of God's eyes. A friend sent me a note that really hits the nail on the head, "I think that after going through the medical crap that most people either come to the realization that they need to change to live or they will die under the care of the Dr's. " Until we are willing to look at ourselves and the ways we damage our bodies every day with chemicals, crappy foods, and toxins all around us, there will always be cancer.


Chemo does not effectively kill cancer; many of the chemo drugs actually cause it. Cancer cells eventually become resistant to chemo and find ways to hide, mutate and spread. It's effectiveness is further limited over time because of the damage it does to the vital organs in the body thus affecting the body's ability to recover from each assault. It is a vicious cycle that many do not know how to break free from until death parts them from it permanently. As my friend Sandy said, "Samuel did not get leukemia from a chemo deficiency." How many are willing to change or look seriously into other options to spare themselves this misery? Would you like to have your child trade places with Samuel or any of these other poor kids enduring this misery? I don't see any hands waving. I once told my Onc that Samuel wasn't taking any more of a certain chemo until he was willing to take the first dose himself. He said he wasn't willing "for a variety of reasons." Why am I not surprised? God forgive us for what we do to ourselves and our children. I pray forgiveness for any part I might have had in Samuel's cancer.


That being said, we do not as a family fund raise or advocate fundraising for cancer research which is mainstream. If I find a cause for alternative treatments, I will support it. I continue to pay for Samuel's Site to be available so that anyone searching for an example of what worked may find one. God knows I had no example to follow and many think that because their child died, the treatment must have failed. NOT SO. Understand that I learned what I believe about cancer being a symptom of something worse because Samuel relapsed several times and I was able to see how his gut function directly affected his cancer. This knowledge is not visible when a person follows a standard protocol and thus Oncologists can give no reason for relapse. In our case, I knew why he relapsed for the second and the third and the final time.


I put my money, info and efforts into helping other families who are living this nightmare. I know first hand what living in a hospital is like. I know what living with life threatening complications of chemo is like. I know what it is like to watch your child lie lifeless in a bed for months and have no one be able to tell you why or when or if they will recover. I know what it is like to have everyone around you thinking your child cannot possibly survive everything they are afflicted with. I know what it is like to hear your child has cancer and I know what it is like to come to the realization that your child has no conventional medical options should they relapse. I know what it's like to watch them die. Having been through so much, I just want to help other families, not drug companies who put us in these predicaments and oncologists who lose interest in your case when it becomes "too complicated." I do not turn away from someone else's tragedy, I read, I pray, I hope and I do what I can to help them.


An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. This experience has made me more determined than ever to reduce the risks for cancer of my family. If you believe "Everything causes cancer so why bother changing..." as I hear too often, then you might as well plan on having cancer hit close to home at some point in your life. To those who believe that nutrition makes no difference in whether you get cancer or any other life threatening disease, you are fooling yourself. I have taken the time to document most of the things we have done for Samuel both on chemo and off to keep him healthy and keep him in remission or get him back into remission. You can find that info here and throughout all the journals. And I am not just making recommendations for the fun of it. I have rock solid lab work on Samuel to back up what good solid nutrition can do even in the midst of a GI tract which was almost completely destroyed.


The bottom line today is that Samuel is a child of God and he belongs to God. He is now free of all this life has taken from him, he is in heaven and will never want to come back here. He knows where I am and I know where he is. He no longer suffer earthly torment and his body is whole. He will never cry another tear or ask me to fix his butt. He is surrounded by even more love there than we can fathom here. He has the best surrogate mother I could ask for, my grandma, Delma. I know he will be loved more than gold in her arms. In all these things, I rejoice. I did my job; I took care of him from birth to death and he's with God. Ultimately, that is the most important thing.


If we ever have to deal with cancer again as a family, we will say NO to chemo. We proved that other things work. How much better would they have worked if Samuel's body hadn't been mutilated by chemo beforehand? We will never know for sure but my guess is that he would still be here today had I had that knowledge and option. If you take anything away from this website, I hope it is the knowledge that as Samuel's GI told all her interns who asked why we were not being forced to do chemo, "Other things work." Not only that, but no one should force toxic treatments on those who don't want them, most especially children. My response to these "professionals" will always be, "Take the first dose and let me know how it works out for you." I know better.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Treasure Trip Part 8 -- The Last Full Day


Can we go swimming yet????































Of course, my kids were the only ones crazy enough to swim on this day. They sure had a blast. Bush Woolly went swimming too although he was unsure what to do when the tide rushed in carrying him with it. After that, he dug himself into a hole in the sand. When we walked back to camp after this swimming fun, that was when we found the star placed in our path. The kids spent the rest of the night talking about how they think they are such good swimmers because they were born in the bathtub. Love the logic!
The next morning, we ended up heading for home. Not five minutes after we pulled out of our spot, someone had chairs in it to mark the spot for themselves. This is a great place to go most likely Monday-Thursday to get a sea view. It is on my wish list to come back soon. Mark and I have been talking about an "alone" trip anyway and I believe we found our spot. I cannot wait.
After we pulled out of Kalaloch, we doubled back to Ruby for one last walk and it was then that I found that dino egg rock. It didn't matter where we went or how many times we went to the same place, there was treasure waiting. It was an amazing trip.
The drive home was anticlimactic for me. I shed silent tears because it is incredibly hard to try to reconcile such an amazing time with the knowledge that Samuel had to die for this to even be possible. I thought of his physical death and how awful going through that was. I dreaded coming back to the place where that all transpired. Before we left for this trip, the lights in my house had been flickering like crazy. A lot more than usual. As if Samuel was so excited for something. This happened once before and culminated in Mark's visitation with Samuel. Samuel obviously knows the future plans God has for us and like the typical kid, he can hardly contain himself. When we packed up to go, I wondered how he would manifest his presence while we were gone. Would the trailer lights flash too? No, they did not. But he was there. He was in all the "hot" spots. I have never experienced anything like that before. And the most amazing part was that he left me real physical gifts. One I wanted, and one I wasn't looking for but knew was from him when I found it. Can you blame me for not wanting to come home?
The kids were happy to get home because all their friends are here. For the first time, they all have friends who seemingly cannot have fun unless they are there. The memories of what has happened here do not haunt them. And I don't know that they haunt me per say, but I know what I felt coming home and it was loathing. I didn't realize how much loathing I have carried until we left, and I felt better, and then came back, and I felt worse. I realized I am just still so weary from all we went through. Being stuck in a place that drudges it up over and over doesn't help. I know why people choose to move when someone dies.
I also know that God has a reason for everything He does and the trip was planned. Therefore, He knew how I would feel when I got home as well. What I am supposed to do with this knowledge has yet to play out.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Flashbacks

Apparently this post made the devil very uncomfortable. You know he doesn't want the truth of God to get out, right? The devil certainly doesn't want you to stay healthy. He would rather keep you in slavery to a failed medical system so you never truly learn how to live and trust God. If you don't believe the devil exists, start living for and trusting God. Start talking about His Word, opening people's eyes and changing lives and see what happens.....

Immediately after I finished writing that post, I went outside to swing with Anna. I still love to swing and do it every day, several times a day in fact. Mark made me a swing about eight years ago that finally cracked a few weeks back and had to be replaced. He made me a new swing and put it up last week out of a lovely piece of oak. It was just perfect and a lot nicer than the last one. Note here that the last swing he made me lasted eight years, two pregnancies and holding the weight of multiple kids and me at once. Anyway, I am out blissfully swinging away as high as I can go while Anna is playing in the sandbox which is in front of me and to the direct right. Next thing I know, I hear a crack just as I am at the highest most forward point in the swing. Suddenly, I am flying! My instinct was to hold on and land on my feet which resulted in both of my hands getting chain burn and that was apparently was enough to cause me to let go and go flying a good 15 feet from the swing set. I don't remember exactly how I hit the ground but I did not land on my feet. I wasn't hurt by the fall. (love to see the instant replay!) My hands, on the other hand, were searing with pain and I sat on the ground taking it all in waiting for my hands to stop hurting. I looked back at the swing which had broke completely in half lengthwise with one board on each chain. I could not for the life of me figure out how it broke so perfectly in half straight down the midline. Seems a little suspicious to me. Mark could not believe it either.

The next day, we are all broad sided with what most would call the flu. I don't know what it was and again, didn't need to. I will tell you that we haven't had "flu" in this house in over four years and considering that we lived in some of the "sickest" places on earth, that is nothing short of miraculous. Daniel had it Thursday of last week and by the time I posted the entry, he was feeling good enough to want to leave and go swimming. Everyone was great on Friday right up til 7pm when out of the blue, Anna starts puking. She was lucky enough to not get diarrhea with it. So she sat on the couch with her puke bowl on one side and peppermint tea on the other until I was able to get her to bed. Running around and being tired by the time this manifested did not help her but once she got to sleep by 9pm, she was done with it. Sweet Kaysha didn't want Anna to sleep alone just in case I didn't hear her calling me if she needed me so she climbed into the top bunk in Anna's room. Meanwhile, Mark tells me he is going to go make himself puke. And I am still thinking that somehow I am going to magically not get sick.

I got in bed and thought, "God, I don't want to stay up all night. Didn't I just spend four years doing this? Wasn't that enough? I don't have the patience for this. I am way too tired. How did I do this for all those years?" I remembered night after horrible night of just getting in bed, almost falling to sleep and then hearing that all too familiar piercing cry for Mommy. The cry that always meant we were not going to sleep that night. The cry that meant we were going to spend the entire night praying that daylight would come because things always magically improved in the day. The cry that meant Samuel was suffering. I don't miss that cry. Not at all. Mark and I still talk about how done we were by the end of Samuel's life. We were exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. We both knew we could not continue to go on like that. We were so burned out. And here I was, a year later feeling that same burnout even though I have had a break from it Everything inside me was screaming, "I am DONE with this!!!!!! No more!!!!!!!!!!"

I laid there while Mark was downstairs forcing himself to throw up and relived many many such nights. Suddenly, I was back in that old pattern. The one where I was afraid to close my eyes and even try to sleep because I knew it would be physically harder for me to get up over and over if I slept. It was easier to just lay there and wait for the next person to call than to try to sleep and be awakened. Anna calling out sounds so much like Samuel at times and of course at that time, I didn't know whether or not she would need me. I also wasn't sure if Mark was just having "sympathy" symptoms or really going to be sick. Really, I was in denial.

Mark came back to bed and reassured me that he was now sick complete with diarrhea and chills to match the puking. I just laid there in disbelief. About 10PM Kaysha calls me into Anna's room and I think I am going for Anna. Nope, she is doubled over with a stomach ache. Off to the bathroom she goes and awhile later, she is puking too. I resolved myself to doing what had to be done at that point so headed downstairs to get her a bowl to sleep with, some herbs and make Mark and I some tea. I had spent the entire day really hydrating myself well drinking aloe juice and taking marshmallow root. I believe this really helped me when my symptoms struck because even in the midst of being violently ill, I was able to function.

I was still doing fine at 10PM but decided to drink tea anyway thinking I could somehow miss out on the "fun." I brought Kaysha some water with ginger tincture in it. She is the oddball here who just looks at tincture, any kind, and gags so I figured I would just give it to her very diluted in water and she wouldn't hate it so much. She drank it fine but never got enough all at once for it to help. So, she would try to sleep and wake up gagging. She doesn't like peppermint tea either. She never had diarrhea but could not stop heaving. It was actually ridiculous when it got to the point where she had nothing left to puke up and was waking up dry heaving. Exhaustion had set in on us all and it was obvious that if she would just go to sleep at that point, she would be better by morning. I gave her some of Samuel's Zofran and by 1am, she was out like a light. Didn't hear from her until morning. That was good!

Unfortunately for me, I got hit around midnight so was trying to take care of myself in between dumping and cleaning puke bowls, making tea and looking for old meds At one point, it was almost comical as I told Kaysha I would have been there sooner but I had to make a quick and unplanned pit stop. At one point, I was certain we did not have enough bathrooms in this house. Thankfully, all the while I had acute symptoms, I never really felt physically bad until everyone else was down for the night. Mark had fever, chills, and body aches so I tended to him as best I could in between my own bathroom wanderings. I was done puking by 2am and was worn out. And still, I couldn't sleep. My mind would not allow it. So I tossed and turned for hours partially tormented by memories, waiting for someone to cry out and praying it would all just end soon.

Kaysha and Anna got up at their usual times the next day and carefully tried to eat breakfast. Anna was pretty good. Kaysha had to be a little more careful with food. She was still exhausted from the night's events. Daniel was shocked to hear about the events of the night which he slept through. I cannot believe I can walk up and down those stairs which go right over his head 20 times in a night and he never hears it. What was different for me that night was that when Samuel was here, it was just me and him up all night. Everyone else slept through it never having any inkling of the goings on until the next day. This night, we all tried to help each other as best we could until we couldn't anymore. By 1am, it was just me and the dog. Every time I got up, he got up too.

Mark got up around 7am thinking that some caffeine and a shower would help him feel better and I figured that with everyone doing better and him downstairs, I could finally sleep. Unfortunately, by then I had a splitting headache which we all assumed caffeine would fix as well. I decided to try to get up, take a bath and drink some tea to see if that would ease the headache. My head felt like it weighed 100 pounds as soon as I sat up in bed. It was ridiculous. As I walked down the stairs, my body felt like it had been in a very bad car accident. Everything hurt. I thought this is what I should have felt like after flying off the swing. I got in the tub, drank the tea and felt marginally better only to get out, get hit with a wave of nausea and realize that I actually felt worse. It was 9am by then and I managed to get dressed in a new nightgown and crawl back up the stairs to bed. Mark was back in bed by then as we were both exhausted. To this day, I do not recall ever feeling as physically awful as I did that day.

The kids spent most of the day downstairs alone as Mark and I tossed and turned upstairs. Being a nice sunny warm Saturday, all the neighbors were out mowing their lawns and it seemed all the dogs in the neighborhood had a lot to bark at. It was so annoying. Mark eventually gave up on sleep and went back downstairs at some point. I don't remember much other than watching the clock and going between wishing I felt better and wishing I could just sleep. My mind continually wandered back down memory lane. I remembered Samuel coming back from surgery and not having his pain managed well enough to just be able to sleep. I thought of the anoplasty in which the aftermath was miserable. I knew it would be and it was. Finally, a day later, pain management took over and he got enough relief to sleep all night. He woke up like a new man. I realized that I was in this same place. I needed to just get some quality sleep but I hurt too much to be able to. I didn't want to take any pain meds on an empty stomach and nothing sounded good to eat so I was just stuck in limbo. I realized that it would be helpful if someone else in this house knew what to do if Mom wasn't available because at that point, I wasn't even coherent enough to help myself.

I laid there for hours praying for sleep that would not come. My head was splitting and my entire body hurt for hours. Boy, that sounded familiar. That was Samuel's last weeks here. "Everything hurts." I could not wrap my mind around what that meant then, but I knew now. I thought of his dying days and asked myself what I would do if these were my dying days. I thought of what most people do when they know they are dying. The "Make a Wish" trips, the hurry up and live before you die things, the things people go out and spend money on when they think this is it, "Better do it now before I die." It felt selfish to me and yet it is the norm. I heard the Lord ask me, "What would you do?" I thought about it a little more and said, "I would spend all the quality time with my family that I could. I would know that when my body died, I would be in a better place. Life for me in Heaven, would be easy. I had the better end of the bargain. Those left behind would be the ones to suffer. Their lives would be harder. I would want to do or say all the things that would help their hearts cope. I would want to give them what they needed, not have them give me meaningless stuff thinking it would be all I would ever get because that isn't true. I would want to give them my all knowing it would be MY last time to give it while on earth. I would know that those last memories are the ones that stick with you forever I would not want them to remember all the things I had to have or do before I died, but rather all the "things" I gave them before I died. Things such as words, love, advice or comfort. Things that would last until we met again." And after getting that all straight in my mind, the Lord said, "That is what your boy did for you."

I have always known May 5, 2008 was a special gift but the Lord really spelled it out for me. When Samuel got beyond that pain on this particular day, he made everything all about us. He gave us everything he had left. I got the impression that the Lord had had this conversation with him prior to him leaving. Samuel knew he had the better end of the bargain. He knew he would be alright. He knew we would have sorrow over it all so he gave us everything he had left and he never asked us for anything in return. The Glory of God glowed on him on this day. It was obvious that other forces were definitely at work although I could never put my finger on it until now. Samuel's focus had dramatically changed on that day from gleaning whatever joy from life he could to giving back everything he had before he left. Specifically, giving me his all because that was the last thing he could do for me. That day was "all about me" and everyone here knew it. It has reduced me to a sobbing mess just to type that out. The Lord showed me this very clearly this weekend. He showed me Samuel's heart for us and the gigantic depth of his wisdom. He showed me again, just how present He was throughout all Samuel's sufferings through my own small suffering that Saturday morning. He showed me some of how He taught Samuel things in those delirious moments. I know He taught Samuel this because we did not. We were still of the mind set of giving him everything we could because it was our last time. We were trying to give him any last joy we could under such hideous circumstances. We never asked him to do the same but he gave us so much more than any material thing ever could. How could a child know to do something that important? That lasting? Most adults don't even know this because they are too busy feeling sorry for themselves dying. Samuel never felt sorry for himself. He felt sorry for us because he knew we had the hard road to follow. That was an overwhelming revelation in the midst of my own delirium which reminded me again, that our spirits don't get sick. When our bodies are physically sick, I believe our spirits get a lot sharper to what God has to say if we will just get beyond ourselves and listen. So while I did not appreciate being sick, I am thankful for the revelation that came out of it. And of course, Samuel is always very near me when I feel awful.

About 3pm, I woke up from my restless slumber and noticed Mark back in bed. I actually felt more awake then than I had any time previously and decided that I needed to get up and get something in me. My head was still splitting and my body didn't feel any better either, but somehow I had slept enough to cope with it. All my kids were so relieved to see me up and about. You would have thought I had just came home from an extended trip (and perhaps I had). Half the morning I was thinking about the homemade chicken stock in the freezer praying someone would just take it out. No such luck. No one even knew it was there and while I asked them to take it out several times in my many lucid dreams, no one heard me. I got it out and put it in warm water to defrost. Then I retreated to the couch. Daniel made me a piece of toast which tasted great and immediately eased that horrible headache. Kaysha kept changing the water used to defrost the stock. About thirty minutes later, it was defrosted enough to get liquid out of so I put it on the burner and warmed it up. Mark came back downstairs about the time it was warmed up so he, Kaysha and I each had a huge mug. It tasted SO fantastic and I could feel it hydrate my body all the way to the bones. I followed it with another glass of water. I was up about an hour and a half in which time, my pain had diminished to a more reasonable level. I was still exhausted so went back to bed. I slept another hour or so and woke up feeling wonderful. All the pain was gone. Everything. Fantastic.

Then the next bit of revelation set in. That debilitating "everything hurts" complete with splitting headache was easily cured with liquid packed nutrition. Specifically chicken stock (homemade) which is the closest thing to a complete meal you can get without it being solid food. It was all about hydration and nutrients. It was a simple fix to a problem that felt very complex and difficult to solve. What Samuel needed on those last days was not more pain medicine. You don't give pain medicine to a starving and dehydrated person. You nourish them. Now, we all know that Samuel starved to death among other things and I am always astonished at how well these "simple" cures work when your gut functions. I am sickened at how nothing worked for him in those last days. My chicken stock just sat lifeless in his stomach making him feel worse until I drew it all out again. The "medicine" was there. His body could not do anything with it. All my physical pain vanished about an hour after drinking the stock and taking a restful nap. It was that simple. Pain that kept me in bed all day unable to function had that simple of a fix. The pain never returned. Just thinking about Samuel's body in those last days makes me want to vomit all over again. The suffering was so horrible and yet the cure was so simple but unattainable. It is this kind of stuff that makes it hard to fathom how he could not have felt sorry for himself. How could he not have wanted to be selfish on May 5th when he felt like that for so long? And yet, I know the answer. Because his spirit was never sick. It was sharpened, strengthened and able to clearly hear the Lord. And when he had one last opportunity to "live," he chose to give his all. He chose to smile, to laugh and to love. Samuel loved beyond measure and human explanation. The only real explanation is God in him.

That is how I want to live. As someone who left more love behind than "stuff." I want to someday be remembered as a giver. As someone who helped people freely as often as possible expecting nothing in return. The depth of Samuel's love is still sending tsunamis through my life. And if by living the way God intended us to live, I step on the devil's feet then I say all is well and I must be on the right path. God will use whatever the devil throws my way for His good and I will be open to learn whatever I can from the experience. And as always, I will share it with you too! It is about time the devil started worrying about me rather than me worrying about him.

I continue to be so overwhelmed by Samuel's love. I am so blessed that my spirit is bursting. I cannot wait for that glorious day when we are reunited. Somebody better have a gigantic roll of toilet paper to wipe my runny nose and tears.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Gastroenteritis Help

Edited to add that Anna was sick by 7pm on the 29th, followed at 9pm by Mark, then Kaysha by 10pm and me by midnight. I was able to feel well enough to take care of everyone through the worst of it, then I got it. Daniel slept through the whole thing but spent the day taking care of us. Ugh! Getting sick at night is the worst especially when you are already tired. Tonight, the 30th, we are all feeling better but everyone is afraid to eat and we all cannot wait to actually sleep tonight.


Daniel woke Mark and I up at 5am yesterday morning cupping his palm around his mouth saying he felt like he was going to vomit. Great...... I told him to please vomit in the toilet and not in my bedroom. Kids must think you can do something to stop them from vomiting because every one of them does the same thing. We all agreed, if you throw up, you usually feel better after it is over so throw up first and come and get me after you finish. Don't puke in my bedroom thinking I can magically stop it; I cannot do anything about it when you are on the verge. Of course then the diarrhea started. I realized about 5:15am that I have had enough kids puking and having diarrhea to last me a lifetime. If I never dealt with it again, it would be too soon.

Because of Samuel, I have learned some very useful things in treating gastroenteritis and all of this is now autopilot for me. If you are experiencing vomiting and diarrhea, automatically assume your body has been poisoned. It doesn't matter whether it is bacteria, parasites, viral, or otherwise; your body is trying to rid itself as quickly as possible of this culprit. All unnecessary bodily functions cease when the immune system recognizes a massive invasion into the body. All available bodily fluids are aimed at flushing out the invader. So, if there is food in the stomach, it will be evacuated because at that point, digestion is non-essential and actually hindering the natural healing process. The bloodstream is rapidly flushed out and extra fluid and toxins are dumped into the gut for rapid evacuation. The kidneys are the storage place and regulator for all body fluids in the body so you will notice that when you are throwing up and having diarrhea, rarely do you urinate. All available fluid is pushed back out to the bloodstream to flush it and then dumped through the liver into the gut hence diarrhea. The first thing to NOT do is give medications to stop this process. The first thing you want to do is speed it up. It is unpleasant, but well worth it for quick relief.

Nobody wants to throw up so getting the toxins to move down and out rather than up and out is of utmost importance. Not only that, if you throw up everything you put into your mouth and stomach, your options are extremely limited for self-help. After vomiting all the contents of your stomach and experiencing severe diarrhea, you need to replace those fluids immediately but first things first. Stop the nausea. I gave Daniel a good size dose of ginger tincture with a little water to stop the nausea. If you can get this into your mouth without gagging, it rarely doesn't work at stopping nausea. Even if you cannot swallow the first dose, just getting it into your mouth will help as it is absorbed into your system even through your mouth. Do get some down though. When I have experienced severe vertigo and had severe nausea because of it, ginger stopped the nausea immediately. So, get this down first before trying anything else. A good dose is two to three droppers full with a little water. You are talking about swallowing a tsp of fluid. Not much at all. Give that a few minutes and repeat if necessary. I have never had repeating be necessary but occasionally the stomach itself isn't completely empty and ginger works best if it is. Ginger is a stimulant to the whole system thus gets the blood moving and it has a downward moving energy force which will help drive and expell toxins quickly from the body. Because of it's stimulant properties, it will increase the effectiveness of any herbs you combine with it and help direct them to where they are most needed. It will also help to quickly reduce any fever associated with the poisoning and smaller doses, even a few drops at a time, can be used hourly if necessary for the entire course of treatment. Ginger tincture deserves a place in your medicine cabinet and it is simple to make your own.

Next, once the nausea has passed, brew some strong peppermint tea. Organic of course. Not only does this replace much needed electrolytes and fluids, peppermint tea eases digestive upset and helps quickly flush the system. Bonus is that it tastes good! Peppermint has many antibacterial properties as well as being able to help with fever. Add sugar or honey for taste as needed for children. Sip at first and enjoy the relief as you are able to drink more and more. To this drink, I gave Daniel some encapsulated activated charcoal with small amounts of marshmallow, fennel and slippery elm mixed in to help absorb toxins in the GI tract and help detox the whole system. All of this stayed down while the diarrhea continued. That was fine as long as the fluids stayed down. He drank several cups throughout the morning; one for every bout of diarrhea. He felt physically better after each episode of evacuation and liquid replacement. After the first hour and cup of tea and herbs was officially not coming up, I gave him a dose of probiotics. I still use Natren's products for very acute symptoms because I think they are the best on the market. That stayed down as well.

Daniel experienced fever and chills throughout the morning and much of this is simply due to the severe imbalance of fluids going out and coming in. He took a hot bath to warm up and sweat some of the toxins out of the biggest organ you can use, your skin. He had several episodes of feeling pretty good and then feeling dizzy and pretty bad while the diarrhea and drinking continued. That is expected. I gave him another dose of probiotics about an hour after the first and things began to slow down. He also started urinating by 10am which is a very good sign that things are improving. When the body starts using the kidneys to flush the system, instead of just the GI tract, you know you are on the right track. Kidneys at least filter bad out, and keep good in. Gut doesn't care, it evacuates everything. I made him some soup at that point which he was able to eat, enjoy and keep down. He said it tasted SO good. After that, he went to sleep for several hours without puking and without diarrhea.

When he got up, his stomach was much better even though there still was some diarrhea here and there. The nausea vanished after the dose of ginger and never returned. By this time, he was hungry again but unsure of what sounded good. He was a little lightheaded so I gave him a dose of ionic elextrolytes and Vitamin C. It doesn't taste all that great, a bit sour but he actually enjoyed it and got it down. After that, he ate an orange which he said was the best one he has ever eaten and after that, a few salty tortilla chips. Within five minutes of eating and drinking this simple "meal" he felt great. By 4pm, he thought he was going to head down to the creek for a swim. I didn't think that a good idea. The diarrhea was over by then and he was feeling good but I knew better. Today he says he feels great.

So, I don't know the cause of this little episode. I kept everyone home for the day and did not allow visitors just in case it was a flu of some sort. None of us are sick today or even feel remotely bad. None of their friends are sick and we all ate the same food the night before. Daniel and Kaysha have been spending the nice days swimming in the creek so he could have just ingested some of the water and gotten something yucky there. Who knows! I don't need to know what it was, whether bacteria, parasite, or virus, I just need to understand what his body is telling me and help it do it's job.

And on that note, when you try to combat the symptoms of gastroenteritis by suppressing them, what you are really doing is allowing whatever the toxin is to linger in your system, set up habitation, and go deeper. Then, you just get sicker and stay sick longer.