You’ve got to have heart
Someone recently told me, in regards to my own health (see here), that I had walked through a door that was now closed behind me. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head – is that what has really happened? Am I destined to take more pills than I care to count, wonder what’s going to set my heart off from moment to moment, and feel far older than I truly am?
Then I met my new doc, who told me that I am like a boat. I’ve got a zillion holes, and water is pouring out more rapidly than my other docs can control. The traditional medical establishment is merely trying to use non-waterproof band aids on those holes instead of actually fixing the problem. So this new doc, whom I’m half in love with merely because he can help me, is going to rework me from the inside out.
It’s already started, really. One IV treatment settled my heart in a way it hasn’t settled in well over a month. I could actually take a deep breath without my heart catching the top of that breath with a shudder, and my heart stayed calm during the night when it is usually the most active. I am by no means healed yet, but that simple gift of a few days and nights of peace in my chest gave me more hope and faith than I’ve had in a long time.
I’m reminded of the hope and faith I lost, and then found, when we started to try to help C with his health issues. We made the rounds of specialists over and over again – the neurologist, the developmental pediatrician, the geneticist the gastroenterologist; you name it, we saw it. No one could give us any answers beyond getting C developmental therapies, which we had already been doing for years. Finally frustrated with traditional Western medicine, I found myself looking outside that circle, something I had never considered before.
We found success outside that circle, with a DAN! doctor (Defeat Autism Now!). Say what you will about the admittedly controversial idea of “defeating” autism in general, this doctor helped. I wasn’t thinking about the moral ramifications of “curing” an entire group of people who possess what some call a gift and some call a disability, which is what the discussion of DAN! doctors’ methods often turns into. I only wanted to help my child, and not so much with his autism as with his body, which I knew was sick. Our DAN! doctor didn’t do anything scary or even particularly outside the box – in fact, she worked closely with C’s gastroenterologist to help treat a GI problem we didn’t even know he had – she just prescribed to him a few well placed supplements that truly changed C’s health and life.
Based on that, is it any wonder I would turn outside the establishment for my own questionable health? I find it interesting that so many of C’s supplements are now ones I’m taking, which simply furthers my feeling that I am on the right path. C and I are cut of the same cloth and pattern. He is me and I am him. So off I go on my own biomedical treatment plan with the hopes that it will make me as well as C is.