Polly Tommey and the rest of the “Vaxxed” team continue to talk about all the parents they’re meeting on the tour and their accounts of horrific suffering and death as a result of routine vaccination. These children must not be forgotten. Their lives have to mean something. This must stop.
Here is the interview of a mother in Portland, Maine, Susan Meehan. Her daughter was severely injured and eventually died as a result of her vaccinations.
For doctors and officials who would discount this as merely a coincidence, the child’s neurologist agreed that her seizures were because of vaccine-induced encephalitis.
For those doctors and officials who would tell parents that this is rare, and it’s all for the greater good, I would ask how much training doctors receive to even recognize a vaccine reaction. Who keeps a record of all the children with injuries like Cyndimae? Our federal government compensates those who are damaged by their vaccines, but they never study them to determine what made them susceptible for side effects in the first place.
While the courts have declared vaccines to be “unavoidably unsafe,” how much do doctors increase the risks when children are given five vaccines at once, like in the case of Cyndimae?
How is it possible that a doctor gave Cyndimae this barrage of vaccines at the same time she had a fever and was on antibiotics for ear infections in both ears?
Susan: “This is Cyndimae’s babybook. She was our fourth daughter. …a completely normal birth… She was a normal little baby. …She was eight pounds, nine ounces, started nursing right away. She met her infancy milestones.
“By seven months she was clapping her hands, waving bye bye, saying ‘da da,’ saying ‘ma ma.’ She was standing in her crib, walking while holding hands. She at eight months took two or three steps alone. By ten months she was walking alone.
“On June 12, 2003, which is eight days before her final set of vaccinations—
“I was put under immense pressure to vaccinate Cyndimae. There are a couple of factors. I was returning to work after six years at home with the children; Cyndimae was going to go to daycare, so they wanted her vaccines up to date. With all our other children, we had done one vaccine at a time. We also required separate vaccines. We wouldn’t do the pertussis vaccine. We required the D and T separate.
“At ten months, on June 20, I took Cyndimae to the doctor’s, and she was already a month behind on her nine month vaccinations. She had a double ear infection, a temperature of 101 degrees. They gave her Tylenol; they put her on amoxicillin. And they talked me into catching her up on her vaccines, so she wouldn’t get sick so often.
“So they gave her—after guaranteeing me that nothing would go wrong with this—they gave her DTaP, hepatitis B, and prevnar. Dr. Howard Silversmith—I’ll never forget his words when he guaranteed me that nothing would go wrong.
“And on June 21, twenty-seven hours after these vaccinations, I called the doctor’s office panicked. When I got my daughter out of her car seat, her eyes were roving back and forth, and she wouldn’t respond to me. They told me it was REM sleep. I knew it was a seizure. I was an emergency medical technician, and I was terrified. …And when we were feeding her in her highchair and she was wide awake about an hour later, it happened again, and she slumped over in her highchair with her eyes roving back and forth. She became unresponsive. …
“And I called the doctor and I asked is this anything to do with the vaccinations, should I bring her to the emergency room. It was a Friday evening, and they told me to wait until Monday because the neurology team would be onboard.
“In the doctor’s records here, they note that mom called, they spoke to the mom on Saturday, two days ago about persistent seizure episode, they advised us to follow up with neuro on Monday.
“So that started our thirteen year battle with these seizures that Cyndimae fought for the rest of her life. Eventually after labeling them ‘infantile spasms,’‘ irretractable epilepsy,’ they finally settled on Dravet Syndrome. But Cyndimae never had the genetic markers for Dravet Syndrome.
“Her neurologist had no doubt that her seizures were vaccine-induced encephalitis, and that they hoped she might outgrow them. But she never outgrew them.
“[They] eventually told us her lifespan would probably not be very long with the number of seizures she had. She had over a thousand seizures an hour on her worse days. She battled this demon for her whole thirteen years, and it was a horrible journey. When she had a generalized clonic tonic seizure, the fear in her face was horrible. There was nothing you could do to stop this fear. And she always knew when a seizure was coming. You would see that fear in her face, and she would tell you, ‘Mom, I’m having a seizure. I want it to stop.’ And I could never take back those vaccinations that started these seizures and destroyed my daughter’s life.
“I just want other parents to know that you need to make an informed decision for every single medical decision that you make for your children. You cannot be coerced, and you can’t give in. You have to do your research, and you have to do your homework, and you have to read those vaccine inserts. If I’d those vaccine inserts, I would have seen that you don’t vaccinate sick children. I would have understood that giving combined vaccinations increases the risks for reactions, and I would never have vaccinated Cyndimae. But I can’t take it back. You can never take that needle back. Once you make that decision, it’s done. And you can never take it back, no matter how much you want to. …”
Cyndimae and her family moved to Maine where they could use cannabis to control her seizures. This gave her “two and a half wonderful years. It was a natural remedy and it was the only thing that helped her, brought her out of a wheelchair, she was able to walk again. She was able to laugh and she was able to go to school," according to her mother.
“She went to school twenty-three days this past school year when we were able to get her medication legal at school. She loved to go to school and be out in public and laugh and play with other children. She had a miraculous two and a half years before her death in March.
“She fell asleep on her daddy on March 13th in the middle of the afternoon. After she had a little seizure, she said, ‘Daddy, I want you to hold me.’ And by the time daddy realized she wasn’t breathing and started CPR, it was too late. …She was tired of fighting. “