Please God, Hear My Prayer
My prayer for today
Date: 4/22/2015 4:51:13 AM ( 7 y ) ... viewed 712 times
My husband meets with our children's pediatrician today. Please allow him to understand that I truly do have a disseminated parasitic infection. The concrete evidence proves trichinella, toxoplasmosis, and blastocystis. Those are merely the "diagnosed" parasites. There were a plethora more that he has pictures of from my H cleanse. I know he doesn't believe me. It is SO HARD to be his spouse and not be trusted. The one time in life when I need him and the pediatrician to hear me and trust me most, in our 16 years of relating (hubby and I), is NOW. Our kids are in dire straights if they do not get treated. I cannot live with that. I have a polyparasitic hyper-infection. I have picture beyond picture to show for it. My latest CT showed air in my small intestine. That is where parasites usually stay, to get food first. Mine have migrated, hence leaky gut and air where it typically is not found. This is not fair on me because nobody believes this can happen. It's not fair on my kids because they were directly exposed. I believe that I have disseminated pork tapeworm, ascariasis, whipworm, flukes. The MD in NJ diagnosed the whipworms. I will not be able to live if my kids don't live. I am already terribly ill. Please Jesus, grant your angels
whom you created within me, grant them tests, treatment, and healing. My babies deserve to live. I am diseased and cannot love myself for getting them sick. I never meant to harm my offspring, not ever. They mean more to me than the sun, the moon, the sky above. They are the deepest love I have ever known. I cannot go home to them because my husband forces me to stay away because I "think" they are sick. I don't just think it, I KNOW IT.
I feel evil and dirty for accidentally infecting them. I can hardly stand to go on each day.
I prayed on Dec.24, 2014, to have my children's suffering placed on me. Within one hour I blacked out, like a bomb hitting me in the face. I blacked out flat on my back on concrete. It is amazing that I lived, considering the back of my skull smacked the concrete. When I got up, I blacked out again. Very scary. I think I was receiving their "pain". The pain that I never meant to cause them. I have a hyper-infection. This must be heard. Please Jesus, show me the way. Show me where to go to prove this to the kids' pediatrician. I have never hurt so much. A mother's love runs deep and my heart just breaks. I keep passing flukes.
My darlings, V and F, need your miracle, Oh Lord. I would never harm an animal, let alone my dear children. They need sputum tests under microscope, ELISA blood tests, and my daughter needs to SCREAM that she felt crawling on her foot that was under her skin. Oh Lord, have mercy on my children. Have mercy on my husband for not understanding it. His immune system is strong, I pray he will be okay, too. The children don't have developed immune systems. I never knew such a disease existed until I fell victim to it. I never believed parasites existed until I took the herbs they hate, which caused the migration "scattering" into my body. I would never have touched the herbs had I known that my permeable gut could be penetrated by migrating larvae. This is torture that nobody knows this disease! Yes, I may be like a case study, but please Lord don't allow my kids to be statistics. They are my soul. I will fight for their health and treatment until I take my last breath. I cannot be without them. Dear Lord, please cast the devil away. He is dirty and evil, and get his grasp the he!l off of my family. Yes, this sounds ludicrous to those whom are unfamiliar with disseminated disease. God, please I plead for you to bless and protect my babies. Why Lord, can't they be treated on the premise that their mother has an infectious disease? We have tests to show for it. Let the doctors know that dissemination means low eosinophils. Help, help, help my babies. Oh Jesus, my Jesus, wrap your loving arms around my family please. Dear Lord, please hear my prayer. Dear doctors, please hear my prayer. Oh please Jesus, E, hear my cries and prayers. This is very serious. Where can I go to prove hyper-infection? I'd travel anywhere to prove that this is real. I want to hold my kids, I want to hug them. I want my mom to hug me and tell me that everything is going to be alright, but she can't.
I love you, Jesus Christ. Amen.
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