The weeks before that were so confusing and only looking back on it now, 8 years later, do I see how obvious it was. He went from not responding to his own name, to being mean and throwing tantrums, which wouldn’t have been strange but he had NEVER done that before, to banging his head on the walls, to refusing to stand, to not being able to speak words. His eyes even began to go different directions. Within about 10 days of those shots we were realizing something wasn’t right but we had no idea of the magnitude. Over those 3 weeks I saw 17 different doctors and the diagnosis’ ranged from nothing is wrong with him at all, to allergies, to a cold, to me spoiling him and my absolute favorite- me having Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy. I went to St Mary’s Hospital, which is suppose to be a non-for-profit hospital specializing in children, with a doctor’s order for neurological workup on my son and they refused to do it and told me to give him Ibuprofen every 8 hours. I never even saw an actual doctor on that visit.

At barely 19 I was confused and decided maybe they were right, maybe I’m making up something that’s not there. Thank God my mom kept on me. I remember the tearful argument on my work phone- me asking “what else am I suppose to do? Everyone says it’s nothing, I’m crazy, etc”. All she really said was,” you know your son, you know something is wrong”.

Dr. # 17 was Dr. Ivy Faske. She sent me to another hospital with another dr.’s order for another set of tests. To be honest, I expected the same treatment as the other hospital, but I was wrong. Within about 6 hours of walking through the door of that hospital my son was being treated. Some of the details are fuzzy because I was so young and to be honest- I blocked most of it for years. They had done a complete scan- something like an MRI, of my son after they injected him with this “glowing”, active, green liquid that would help things show up better. They found that he had diskitis- this is only found in 1 out 1 million children. About 2 years ago I mentioned it to one of the doctors from the practice that we were going to at the time and he told me that I had to be mistaken- “if there had been a kid diagnosed with that in this practice I would’ve heard about it”. I ru dely told him to “check the file”.

The gist of it was that “bad shots” caused this bacteria infection at the base of my sons’ spine (diskitis). The infection was “eating” away at the vertebrates. By the time we got to the hospital the lowest one was already completely gone and it was “working on” the second, which they managed to save. If we hadn’t gotten to the hospital when we did the infection would’ve continued to work it’s way up his spine- creating more and more autistic symptoms until it got to his brain- then he would’ve been autistic.
They treated him with massive doses of i.v. anti-biotics and anti-inflammatories over 2 weeks. He was put in a body cast for 6 weeks and could return to daycare for 6 months.

I’m torn on whether it had any “long-term” affect on my son. My son never had a solid bowl movement until he was 4. As a result of that, it hurt so much when he did have one that he would hold it for days until he couldn’t, so we had potty training issues until he was 7. I know that sounds crazy but the doctor said that he had been doing it for so long that it was a learned behavior that his body became use to so we had to retrain his body. He was held back in kindergarten. I don’t know how to feel about that. He is a March baby and they say that boys mature slower than girls, but what I couldn’t understand is why he no longer knew how to count to 20 or his ABC’S- he had known them a few years before that. He would learn them but he couldn’t “retain” them for the longest time.

He just turned 10 last week and he’s a normal, rough & tough 10 year old boy. The main thing that I want people to know from my story is that NEVER let anyone dismiss you or make you think you’re crazy, especially when it involves your child. ALWAYS seek a second opinion and don’t be afraid to get a third or a fourth opinion. You know your child, so you know when something isn’t right. For any of the parents that are dealing with the aftermath of any of these toxic vaccines, please know that there is hope- my son is proof. Good luck to all of you, you’re in my prayers.

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