Mothers_loveBy Cathy Jameson

When I want to be a couch potato and stare bleary-eyed at something other than my computer screen I watch those 20/20 and 48 Hour television shows. I like the informative, educational and entertaining twists presented on prime time. I’ve always been an info junkie which I am pretty sure has helped me find and bring back my son injured by vaccines.  While Ronan never physically left me, his body shut down from the top of his brain that stores his intellect to his tippy toes that tell me constipated poops are on the way.

Television news in late 2007 had me so riled up though. I didn’t have the desire to watch another report about the flu season creeping up on America. The inevitable flu shot promotional parade began with media ads plastered everywhere. I couldn’t even go grocery shopping without running into a flyer luring shoppers into a flu shot frenzy.  Later, I didn’t have the heart to hear about tainted vaccines recall or the blaring Gardasil prime-time commercial spot.  Yet despite all the fanfare, the vaccine-connected autism I believed to be true never seemed part of the broadcasts. Who wants to watch the next generation succumb to mainstream media’s misinformation as my own son did? 

I’ve become a scientific seeker of truth and, as The X-Files claims, the truth is out there. I want to know everything there is to know about vaccines from their toxic ingredients to their long-lasting effects. Unlike television’s reality shows, my reality involves reading, utilizing and sharing the information I’ve gathered with listening ears of family and friends.  I was drowning in the flu shot frenzy when I again became angry about what we parents have gone through with our vaccine-injured children.

This year’s flu shot is apparently ineffective for the current flu strain according to a CDC report from February 2008. What do you say to those people who diligently lined up being assured they were doing the right thing to prevent a flu epidemic?  Come on, people, how can we put up with this?  Oh, sure we’ve been promised that the 2008-09 flu shot is going to get a ‘makeover,’ but how dare the public be lead astray yet again about vaccines!

I admit that just a few years ago, before I had a clue, I was one who believed the flu vaccine hype.  I insisted my two oldest children got their jabs. Unfortunately it was that flu shot that was the final straw sending Ronan over the edge to neurological misfortune. Unbeknownst to me he was deteriorating slowly from his other childhood vaccines.  The two flu vaccines he received right before his second birthday brought him into a world I’m scrambling to bring him out of.  Ronan’s sweet, bubbly, curious personality vanished thanks to traces of thimerosal coursing through his tiny veins.

My research takes me on a roller coaster of sorrow and anxiety. I watch Ronan flounder as he also rides a non-stop roller coaster of impatience, struggling to communicate, straining to be like his siblings but unable to figure out how, eager to function like a five year old but with only two- or three-year-old skills.  He knows he is different and he doesn’t seem to like it either.

Fortunately here’s a silver lining to the dark black cloud that tries to follow my child.  I see a fighter in Ronan lately which gives me hope. The little lost boy now shows new skills he should have perfected years ago. When Ronan fell today, I went down to the floor where he stumbled to offer a hug. I wondered if he was going to react like he had a week ago when he stubbed a toe—he wanted comfort and instantly.  Today, Ronan lifted his leg and showed me where it hurt!  Not long ago, Ronan would have picked himself up from the floor without batting an eye and gone to flick a light switch or cabinet door. Three years ago, Ronan was in such a fog that he held his hand above a candle flame and didn’t flinch. His skin was going to singe and he could care less.  As I tended to Ronan’s “owie” from his fall, he immediately wanted a hug too--not just a squeeze and let me go play, but a pick me up off the floor and hold me, Mama hug.  I melted.

Late one evening I watched an evening magazine show all about young twenty-somethings going off to start their careers abroad and then being kidnapped.  Some were even killed for no logical reason except that evil people exist in the world. While I certainly cannot compare the pain and anguish of the physical loss of a child, I can empathize with those parents. They immediately wanted answers about their child’s safety to include searches done by the authorities. For those who perished, parents wanted justice for their adult child’s perpetrator but were running into trouble due to red tape from paperwork, inadequate researching and cover-ups from the authorities.  Emotions came over me.  These parents of typical children were robbed, like me, of peace, comfort and the truth.   

At the end of the show I realized that, despite my roller coaster life, at least I still have Ronan here, close to me, improving, moving, sharing and loving me in the only way he knows how. Ronan gives me his quiet hugs full of wonder and innocence. I’ll take those hugs now and keep marching forward on our road to recovery, hoping and prayer that a body riddled with injected toxins and befuddled emotions can become a chatty, healthy and typical kid.

Cathy Jameson is the mother of 4 children preggo with a baby due in May. Her two boys were vaccine injured. It’s through her faith in God’s healing and her great Googling skills that Cathy is able to learn and do as much as she can to better her children’s lives. 


Mama Bear

Love your play-on-words title - is still blows my mind how such a minute trace of mercury can wreak such havoc!

Thank you for continuing to help, not only Ronan and your family, but all the others out there who need to hear your voice.

Tim Kasemodel

Thank you Cathy,

This emotional roller coaster we all ride is made easier when parents like you write our feelings down for us.

I have to say first and foremost that the SonRise program we run has helped me stay focused on the positive. Like you, I remember that many families that do not have children on the spectrum can have much more challenging situations. I also have learned through the program to look at why I "choose" to feel uncomfortable, not what "makes" me feel uncomfortable. This allows me to see what I can change so I can be happy, or at the very least, OK.

That said, some things set me off and I can not immediately stop it. I was watching the movie "Jack" with Robin Williams playing a child who ages 4 times faster than normal. At one point a girl in the class is telling everyone "I am going to get married when I am 28 years old. "Jack" calculates 4 times 28 and realizes his body would be 112 years old then and realizes his future is so different than his peers. He has this look on his face....

I started crying like a blibbering baby. I could not stop for half an hour and I could not put my finger on why. Then it was obvious - as much as I have hope for my son's future, I could not stop thinking there is so much I can not control. I envisioned him in the movie "On Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest", drugged into a stupor running around in a hospital gown.

Now I focus on what I can control, and getting vocal and active in legisation, education and protesting when I can. I talk to at least one person everyday about autism, thimerosal, the aging population of damaged kids, you name it.

Thank you again Cathy, for jumping in and helping with your writing!


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