After 15 YEARS taking Prozac, and just recently "kicking the habit" (end of last year) - just ask me how FURIOUS I am to discover that I'd been sucking down FLUORIDE every day for almost a decade and a half!

And my mother's been taking it since it was introduced in the mid 80's!

The night I read/heard that radio broadcast (Dr. Stan/Blaylock) I was in a state of major rage combined with horror, 'flabberghastation' and total sorrow for the world.

Aaah, my poor husband. Thank heavens he understands completely.

Sleepy time here...blessings to everyone :)

Unyquity

Oh Steve, it was so wonderful listening to him talk! Sure, he was out of breath. But he wasn't

fearful
or angry
or worrisome

He sounded like DAD again!

sob

I see so many suffering every day around me that it is very painful sometimes, especially when someone close passes away. When it is a friend, or family member, and they doubt, poo-poo, or categorize my methods as quackery over the "educated" medical professionals I must find some way to just let it go... as hard as that may be.

they got my mom, too. it was when i was at my lowest point already. i am sure it has been part of my inspiration to get well and tell others how its done.

That's my dad, and please don't be regretful! I used to feel that way too (I lost my mom, my dad's wife, in '97). But Mom lived her life, she had "her path", and I now believe that part of her path was to inspire mine. Ya know, I'm beginning to understand now, that part of our paths were meant to deal with the pain and sickness of others to inspire in us that which we need to learn - as part of OUR growth. If everything was always peachy-keen and hunky-dory - what would we LEARN out of life?

My mom's doctor decided to have her thyroid checked after putting her on BP meds. Her thyroid was "almost dead" and he also prescribed thyroid meds. But he didn't start slow. She was dead inside of two months: massive heart failure.

However, if her previous arrythmias and dizzy spells hadn't happened first, I wouldn't have recognized the problems I, myself, had to face. What happened to my mother, God Bless her, is what helped to shape who I am today. I used to be regretful, too. Now I am only grateful to her for being my mother.

I am quite thankful that my dad didn't end his life; (we were afraid he would) - he watched mom die, watched the ETs revive her heart, and then he watched her die again, in the hospital, two days later). I thank God that all of us were together in that room when she passed. That was a testament to her spiritual strength, I believe. Her favorite phrase was, "Because I'M de MUDDA, that's why!"

I watched my dad go from a strong 70 year old, to just a shell of a man, full of worry, fear, and regret. I am thrilled to have something to do with his survival. He wasn't the perfect dad or husband, when mom was alive. But he admitted a lot to me that I already knew. He was filled with regret himself. We are once again bonded in adulthood, as we were when I was just a wee little girl.

Love to you. For all of your present regret, it says a lot. It means that your mother loved YOU a lot! She wouldn't want you to feel such regret. Quit beating yourself up...it's not your fault. We can't blame all the doctors, either. A lot of them (probably most) are "victims of the system" as well.

Remember, your mom's in a much better place! (Probably chatting with my mom about the two fine kids they raised!)

Love to you

amen to that. i look around and wonder how it is all sustained even now. a testament to the human spirit. but their brains are gone, or they would see how close to the edge of the cliff we truly are.

you likely did the best you could, given your resources, intellectual and otherwise, at the time

I am sure you did your absolute best given what you had and knew at the time... blessings and prayers.

shame on everyone, including our mothers, for mindlessly throwing away tried and true traditions of lifestyle and culture and buying the "new and improved" paradigm. we all have our share of blame. time to right a few wrongs while we can!

NO shame on you. It is difficult enough to swim
against the tide for ourselves and there is a
strong chance that even with your best arguments,
your mother may have chosen the path most taken,
the path which leads to the pedestals that people
put the medical community up on. Of course, just
above them sit the pharmaceutical reps and so goes
the story of how a true calling to heal has become
adulterated.

Years ago, before internet was so pervasive, I had
to go to court and fight for my right against claims
by an insurance company that I refused to medicate
myself effectively to effect management of a disorder
which was not life threatening. I spent days and many
hours scouring medical libraries and databases in order
to win my right to refuse the medication which was
in effect a hook into the system of creating the
illusion of health where one problem is replaced
by many more. Many people choose to trust in the very
people who have the power to heal or harm and in too
many cases, are not as careful as I in managing their
own health care. They abdicate in the hope that their
trust will pay off. The drop in the bucket of those
who succumb to the medical machine is barely heard.

This is not to say that medical intervention does
not have its place. Its to say that we who seek out
those who will help us maintain our health and who
have an interest in keeping you off the fast track
to collecting prescriptions IS the path least taken.
We are the lucky ones, and now, one by one, we are
the seeds of hope and keeping CHOICE alive.

In my own experience, I have watched my neighbor who
had insurance and so had a well-beaten path to a doctor
and went season by season, always battling infection
after infection. One bottle of Olive leaf broke the
cycle, and she has never looked back. She made ZERO
trips to the doctor last year~! She has told others
that there is an alternative path to wellness, and others
have told others. The best we can do is plant seeds
for others and hope for the best. I cannot tell you
how many bottles of Olive Leaf and Essiac I have
shared over the years, but I do it because someone
showed me compassion and a different way, and thus
my meager effort to "pay it forward"...

Yes, your mother might have chosen the path of most
resistance...we will not know. What her story does
do is motivate you to reclaim and keep your own health.
To inspire others to fight for the right to work with
alternatives to the pills and potions that laboratories
design and produce...through you, she lives yet.

I wish you well on your healing journey.

blessings,
Zoe

-_-

Thank you all for the encouragement. It was a long, ugly road with way too many potholes and, after how I saw the "medical professionals" treat my mother (and, others in their care), I have a very strong distrust of them and their methods.

Again, thanks so much for the encouragement.