Recovery from the meningococcal meningitis and sepsis using therapeutic fasting and Complimentary and Alternative Medicine

Recovery from the meningococcal meningitis and sepsis using therapeutic fasting and Complimentary and Alternative Medicine. Dr. Vladimir Etkin, MD, Russia



A History Of My Illness (English version)
I am the author and originator of a unique and powerful medication free neuro-
rehabilitation method (“Recovery Integral Training Adaptation Method") using therapeutic fasting and Complimentary and Alternative Medicine (CAM) This method is particularly effective for people who have suffered cerebral brain injuries and inflammation of the brain.
My forthcoming book, "My system of health or 25 Years Without Medication" (available early 2007) is a detailed account of how I made a full recovery from the most virulent strain of bacterial meningitis using my neurorehabilitation method. vld707@list.ru

I would like to share my story of success about my 24 day Water Fast while suffering from meningococcal meningitis plus meningococcemia (sepsis). In my book; “Incurable Diseases and Alternative Medicine". Phoenix Publishing House, (or in Russian; Rostov-on-the-Don, Russia, 2006) I give a detailed account of how I treated and cured myself some twenty-five years ago.

http://www.fenixrostov.ru/topics/book/?id=O0028643



In the winter of 1980 when I studied in Residency at Kursk Medical College on the general therapy of internal diseases, I gradually developed bad headaches which plagued me throughout the whole month, and I was also struck by a chronic cold. I did not grasp the cause of my ailments and started an exercise routine- mostly jogging-as an attempt to boost my immune system the natural way. However a few days later, I was sent to hospital with an ominous fever of 40c!

Initially I was admitted to hospital after consulting the attending doctor, even though the cause for my sickness was still unknown. By this stage I also had a fit of vomiting. Before nightfall I had an intuition that, I may have contracted meningitis! And how right I was!

Almost two days went by before doctors were able to confirm my own diagnosis. (At first they thought I had gone mad!) Drifting in and out of consciousness I was in no state to discuss my condition with them even though I tried.

On one fine day-after five days of unconsciousness- I awoke with a sensation of unimaginable ease in my body. A sensation which I had previously never experienced. "Have I returned alive?" Was the first though that passed through my mind on this day in Early February 1980.

It was only the beginning of what was to be a relentless battle of body and spirit. At the time it had not yet been established that the meningitis had caused oedema on the brain. The day before my birthday my joints had swollen and became crimson: both talocrural and wrist, and joints on two fingers on the left hand were also affected. In the morning my body temperature was 37.5 C, and by the evening it had gone up to 39 C. For most of the night I felt drowsy and slept for only two to three hours due to the septic temperature (a septic polyarthritis).

Because of strong pains in the wrist joints I could not wash independently without help, and had to use my torso to manoeuvre the rest of me out of bed and on to the floor. The spinal lumbar punctures (they were seven in all during my illness)added to my misery as for almost 2 weeks I was not able to bend my waist as a nerve had been touched. Any attempt to bend led to piercing pains in my right leg. The lumbar punctures were a necessary evil as the doctors could only establish from an extraction of spinal fluid the true nature of the infection. Once this sample was analysed the doctor informed me that he now knew how to proceed with the correct treatment.

The next spinal puncture appeared to be unsuccessful, although this was not a first. "I have worked for 18 years and it is the second case in my practice!" Exclaimed the neuropathologist. At that moment I went cold, and my legs began to shiver. Let's try again tomorrow on a couch, because of pains in my back, I said. Next day a nurse technician helped me to bend my back on a firm couch and, at last, after the jab, have received the long-awaited spinal fluid.
My attending physician admitted to the consultant that he has never had to treat someone with a purulent bacterial meningitis. And because of his lack of experience he did not diagnose the sepsis, and that is why he continually asked, why I had such a fever and skin haemorrhage. The answer could be seen clearly from my crimson joints: As a result of this incompetence, I feared I would end up with gangrene on my left hand fingers! Listen carefully all you professionals! If I am still alive it is most probably down to the following reasons: 1) I had a young organism and in the past followed a regular fitness regime. 2) At the treating doctor's home his wife was a doctor too, who was constantly kept up to date regarding my treatment, 3) Huge desire to live.

I clenched my teeth and refused additional pain killers. These were in the form of injections which were kindly prescribed by my doctor. He was surprised, and wanted to know why I declined the offer. I told the doctor that I have already received eight injections of penicillin! on 3 million units a day intramuscularly, and a Dimedrol with Analginum. I was forced to request pain killers only at night so that I could sleep. The heat was so intense and intolerable. My buttocks were already swollen from all the injections, so there was no option but to suffer.

My diagnosis sounded like a verdict: The residual phenomena meningococcal infections (meningitis and a sepsis) with the raised craniocereberal pressure, extrapyramidal disturbances (defeat subcrustal ganglia substances of a brain due to encephalitis) and fatigue syndrome.

Translated into ordinary language, it would mean: Constant headaches day and night which made me climb up the wall, 4 hours of hallucinations late at night, and awaking early with shaky legs, dizziness, weakness in the right hand and a leg. These symptoms increased with the change of weather, and I also experienced a constant tremor of head and painful spasms in leg muscles, decrease in memory and concentration, fatigue and emotional imbalance in the form of vulnerability, despondency's, depression, etc.

I gradually got back on my feet after my consciousness adapted to these new conditions of existence. It took three full months to fully understand this. At the time I did not know the extent of my brain damage, but the impairment of my cognitive and emotional functions was widespread. Having plenty of time to reflect on the above situation, I tried hard to find myself. Most involuntary body functions continued to work perfectly after I had the hypo-stasis of a brain. However, I also experienced a big change in my perception: It seemed to me that the whole world had grown dull and the sensation of being alive was all but lost. Despite of this, in my mind I did not succumb to the desire to surrender to this inevitable vicissitude of life.

My speech was in no way impaired, and although I could read, the word meaning (semantics) was at times absent. It was necessary to re-read a text several times over in order to grasp the meaning. As for the type face, there were some curved lines which simply did not register, and I often skipped lines too; so it became a necessary task to correct these idiosyncrasies, which was in itself quite exhausting! Although my sight and hearing did not suffer, my ears were strained, especially during barometric changes where it became difficult to understand some spoken words.

To write using a pen was a problem as the hand would simply not obey. The usual pen reminded me of a piece of a stiff piece of wood which was difficult to hold. This made the task of writing a difficult process. I knew when it was about to rain, because my right hand weakened, and the right leg stumbled a
little. There were times when I walked along the street stumbling about like a drunkard. Co-ordination of my limbs was impaired to such a degree that my neighbours and elderly folk were left perplexed.

Sometimes I did not want to watch TV programs due to severe headaches also I did not know, what to do to reduce that pain in my head. Sometimes I felt that my brain was malfunctioning and I got panic attacks from this. Reading was the only thing which offered an occasional respite from this inner turmoil.
There was no peace in the afternoon, or at night, as sleep and pain killers, did not facilitate the condition, or strengthen the weakness. It seemed as though life had lost its sense. It was very enduring test and quite seriously dampened my spirits, causing a sense of fear and a hopelessness and self pity. “Why did this happen to me and will I ever be normal?” Was a recurring question. Any spark of hope was only short lived, as I was clinging to life with a sense of apathy and powerlessness. And this plunged me even deeper into the precipice of despair. My Soul was hurting and this pain cannot be compared to a physical pain! The only way this pain can be grasped is to actually experience it for oneself.

My long term memory was not affected, but I could not recall the last names of many actors.

There were instances when my brain disconnected for some seconds, losing the sense of what I was doing. I realised the sad future ahead of me when even the meaning of well assimilated words was lost! Doctors felt sorry for me, but were powerless, as in the textbooks on neurology it is specified, that only drugs can be of benefit in restoring one's health. I attended the outpatient clinic for four months where I received medication by way of injections which were a heavy burden on the liver. After this I was forced to go for various state Medical examinations for assessing my level of disability. I was offered 3 groups of physical disability status, but I turned them down! “And you will not deceive us and recover?” asked the disability medical examiners at my local office. On the contrary, I had made a firm resolution to make a full recovery. Half a dozen doctor-neurologist examined me, non of them were able to say if I could make a recovery of if I would be able to work again.

The main obstacle to restoring my health was the absence of knowledge on the complex rehabilitation procedures of patients with neuroinfection, so there were only limited practical recommendations that were given. I also required psychological support to get rid of the complexes created by my illness, at least giving me a glimmer of hope, which even the doctors looking after me did not have.

During this period a new solution arrived square on my lap in the form of a book. A doctor from the outpatient clinic where I was receiving treatment presented me with the first edition of "Fasting for the sake of health" by Professor Nikolaev. The doctor stretched out his arm handing me the book and said, "Volodya! it should help you!"

In honesty, I had nothing to lose, and I was ready to try something radically different. I was not even frightened at the prospect of dying from fasting as in the book it went into detail about the successes that had been achieved with curing so called "incurable" diseases,even though there was nothing on my particular disease, and the more so about a regenerative diet there existed, and only I have found the description of this diet and pair examples of treatment in proceedings of regional library after traumas of a brain, stroke.

When commenced the fast, my mum- the doctor physician with over 40-years experience and a Second World War veteran, did not begin to dissuade me but was very fearful that I could die from it. But when he witnessed the first positive results two weeks into my fast he calmed down.

In that hot summer of 1980, during the 24 day therapeutic Water Fast I lost at total of 16 kg, but the co-ordination of body movements was restored, the liver functions improved and consequently my complexion returned, and most importantly was the belief in my ability to make a full recovery! I was not able to bring myself to tell the truth to the attending neuropathologist why I had grown so very thin. I stretched the truth and explained that I was on a forced diet due to a poor appetite.(At that time alternative methods of treatment and fasting was regarded by most doctors as wild. And those who applied these "fringe" methods on oneself where considered to be totally insane). I shall not tire the reader with intricate details of my dietary techniques and hunger cure (water fasting) as there is plenty of available literature on these subjects, and you can also read my book on alternative medicine. I can mention however, that the effects form this long fast such as: an obvious acidosis crisis, thirst and dizziness did not interfere with the fast as they did not occur , as much of my time was spent breathing fresh air, going on long walks, having enemas and by drinking plenty of boiled water and broth of boiled Dogrose which helped clear my intestines and I also took many warm baths. The baths served to relax and to detox the skin and kidneys.

My fast ended after 24 days although I had planned for it to go on 25 days. I ended it earlier due to leg spasms which were due to neural imbalances caused by meningitis rather than the fast. At the time I did not know how to prevent them, and prior to the 24 day water fast, I did not purify the body on a vegetarian diet. So undoubtedly, my liver was overburdened with toxins waste from medications, so a word of caution, don't repeat the same mistakes!

My chronic bronchitis which I suffered from for ten years has now ceased, and my regenerative period has passed by smoothly on vegetable and fruit juices, porridge (no added salt,sugar or animal proteins)

I was broken physically but not spiritually. It was virtually impossible to find books on alternative health at the time but my intuition guided me back to good health. For eleven months I visited of the outpatient clinic and I had enough time to rethink the past and to search for new ways of healing.


I loved my work as a medical doctor and in January, 1981 I began work at a city therapeutic hospital as a physician. After long hours at work, I was so tired that there was little physical or spiritual energy left continue with my daily houselhod routines. Even getting up from the couch was hard work. My organism was flat, but it was still necessary to continue with my research. Months passed by and my health improved very slowly. I knew that my slow recovery and lack of energy was due to the meningitis and this really frustrated me.

In October-1984 I was offered a new position - Chief of medical department in the 60 bed therapeutic branch. By that time, my health had improved by 50% but was not trustworthy enough to hold down this new position. (at the time I was age 32) My former head physician told to me that if you undermine your weak state of health by taking up this new position, you may irreversibly damage your health. But I was lucky because my dream to be a chief of a medical department came true and I was able to restore my health and rebuild my life through my career. No one was able to understand at the time how significant that was for me.

My professional growth moved forward quickly as I tried to make up for lost time. Frequent improvements of my professional skill and constant self-education have served to deepen my knowledge on many specialities - my field of expertise was on general therapy. This new professional life style did not permit me to follow the advice and words of caution given to me by my neurologists, as I was constantly under stress. However, I managed to carry out the student's dream - become chief of branch and a qualified doctor, despite of all the odds!

During my illness I consumed a large quantity of medications, and the colour of my face bared witness to this. On one fine day I made a firm resolve not to take any more medication whatsoever, because I could end up with cirrhosis of the liver. As a medical doctor I clearly understood that taking too much medication could be dangerous for the body, especially the liver. I did not have any other symptoms as a result of the toxic side effects of medications. However, I never took a blood test for evaluating the state of health of my liver during my illness, but I did check my thyroid gland because my head was affected – that was fine. I suppose I did not get toxic hepatitis, I did not experience any pain in my liver either. On the other hand, I did suffer from stopping the drugs I was on to normalise my sleep. The symptoms were, leg spasms, trembling and a poor sense of balance. In order to purge the body and liver, I replaced the medications with a regime of hot baths. These were done daily for a period of 20 minutes, and caused profuse sweating. Straight after the bath I put on some warm clothes and laid down in bed for 40 minutes to continue sweating out the toxins. This caused leg spasms and shivering. After this I went to work. In this way I successfully cleansed my body and to this day have refused to take any medications. I also achieved my dream of improving my health and benefiting from a new vigourous life.

In 1986 I learned to run again, having begun with 15 minute runs, working my way up to one hour sessions. It was not easy. I stopped only when my pulse reached 120-140 beats a minute. For some months I experienced annoying twitching sensations and muscle cramps in my legs, but with a great deal of persistence I continued to train.

Twenty five years passed and much has changed in my life; I have visited America; began to practice homeopathy and other methods of the Naturopathy, and developed my own system of health improvement. I look younger than my age, I still work long hours continuing with my alternative health research and write books. The greatest victory however, remains the victory of choosing and fighting for the road to life over illness and perhaps even death. This remains in the forefront of my mind and helps me overcome all life difficulties. The 'real' medicine for me over and above the work I love, is the condition of my soul.

The love for all life and aspiration to help others to achieve the impossible. In this case being able to understand and accept deep seated feelings and conditions of feebleness and wretchedness is the medicine which enabled me to summon all my inner resources in accordance with Natural Law. This influenced my health on a physical level thus playing a significant and secondary role in getting me back on the road to good health. My Book “A prayer of survival” is a homage to the virtues of Patience, Gratitude, Trust and the will to live.


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