Sure plenty...let's start with the fad of Covid 19 for people with underlying health issues.
I had high blood pressure, asthma, and diabetes. Took care of Covid 19 at home with a nebulizer, prednisone I had on hand, diet tonic water, sardines daily, melatonin daily, elderberry and zinc. I am no longer classified as having high blood pressure since going on the keto diet (also when Covid hit) although I do still have diabetes.
Then in 2003 I was told I had leukemia. I had leukemia as a child (1980's) and had a bone marrow transplant. Back then it was 10k to get it done. (Believe it or not that as a godly sum when they first started doing them) I was 23 and they told me my bone marrow transplant suddenly failed. I didn't believe them because I was on a very long course of steroids that was high for the better part of a year. They argued most transplant recipients are on similar courses. I was being pressured to get chemo, so much so I was required to get psycho therapy. (They thought I was suicidal) I was pregnant though and wanted to wait until the birth of my child before I took any chemotherapy. I also somewhat sensed that if I did get chemo, my bone marrow transplant would be killed off and I would be at the mercy of cancer. My theory was that my immune system was being suppressed by steroids for a long enough time the cancer came back, and what I needed was something to make it go into over drive...a cytokine storm. Those have their own problems truly, but they can help. This method, or madness depending who you asked, would either cure or kill me. I knew that.
I did research and knew that the Spanish Flu caused a cytokine storm and so started scouting out graves that said died of the Spanish Flu. My plan was to infect myself and disappear for a couple weeks in the woods to prevent transmission to anyone else. I am an excellent woodswoman and can survive with almost nothing. It was the middle of winter and I had previously done so (not pregnant) in winter. Unfortunately, the authorities were alerted to a possible "terrorist threat" and took all of the Spanish Flu graves locally and locked them in concrete. My friend was high up on the chain of command and thought my idea was insane and so "told"...There was no terrorist threat. It was a woman seeking a cure for cancer in the most curious way.
So I was left trying to catch whatever I could and hoped it would incite my immune system to rally just enough to survive. I told my hypothesis to a woman that was...how do I put this...in a position to acquire rare and unique things or have them made in a lab. She thought my hypothesis had some sound logic behind it and agreed to acquire me a virus that was NOT as deadly as the Spanish Flu, but that might do the job. I was purposely infected with the virus while heavily pregnant and with serious leukemia. I did so willingly.
Over the next 3 months I went from able to walk, to unable to stand to go to the bath room, and then so bad as to be awake just one hour a day, unable to lift my head to drink. I well and truly tasted death. My current husband was the only one there to care for me from day to day. My job fired me. My friends abandoned me. No one except that woman and my husband understood or respected my decision. It was an odd thing, to have people demand you take specific medicine when you don't feel it is the correct course of action. Even my fiancé lost all hope with me and for the most part never really spoke to me again. My fevers raged and I am certain they caused some brain damage as I not as well as I was before at handling things.
But gradually I got better. When I delivered my child in another state the attending OB wanted to talk to my previous doctor (whom I never contacted again after pushing me into psycho therapy for refusing chemo). They told him they thought I died. That I had cancer and the flu last they knew due to hospital records. He asked me about it and did a simple blood test, paid for by the previous OB, to see if I still had cancer. It was gone. Nurses cried. Doctors stood amazed. When I told them my story, they could scarcely believe it even though they had my records and the test they themselves took.
God lead me to know a virus would save me...so all glory to God. That is how a 23 year old high school drop out could know so much about the immune system and cancer...God only. God put me in touch with the right people to get the virus I needed so I would not die. No one believes me now...that was almost 2 decades ago.
that's a wild story, thanks for sharing.
My fevers raged and I am certain they caused some brain damage as I not as well as I was before at handling things.
Look in to micro-dosing psilocybin (magic mushrooms). They repair neuronal damage if you take a strict regiment. Four days on, three days off, for a couple months. I scrambled my brain with booze and marijuana in my teens, to the point that my IQ literally dropped. Now my brain is sharper than ever.
And I bet the visuals are way cool
Not when you're micro-dosing, unless you accidentally did too much. The whole point is to not notice it. That being said, dreams get cooler and more elaborate.
Not when microdosing.
What dosage?
I forget what they suggest by weight, but a good ballpark is start with 0.1 gram, and adjust accordingly until you're just below the threshold of any hallucinogenic effects. I take 0.2g. Anything over 0.3 and I just get real sleepy and feel like sitting around playing guitar all day. :p
I will...thank you for the suggestion.
Fascinating story...you should write a book
Your fiancé? Also your husband? Wtf? Heavily pregnant going to the woods alone?
My current husband was not my husband then. He was just a friend that stuck by me once he learned I had cancer and that my fiancé had abandoned me already. So he said, "Fine I will take care of her then." It was years later we got married...after the cancer was determined to be gone. He raised my children from the previous relationship also. He promised he would raise them should I die. He moved me to his family home so that he could do that in the event I died, which is why I gave birth in another state. Before the cancer diagnosis, I assumed I would be getting married to someone else. It seems that when you are marked for death, you find out people's true colors. I will admit, my fiancé DID try to help me in the only way he knew how, which was to offer to pay for the very best cancer treatment on earth. When I refused, he assumed I had resigned myself to death and moved on. He just couldn't see things the way I could. Either that or he couldn't watch me die...which is understandable.
I had plenty of experience in the woods by myself and giving birth. I mistakenly thought it would be easy to handle being in the woods alone while pregnant with cancer. I under estimated how badly cancer knocks you down. It was a plan that I never carried out for various reasons. I still to this day believe if it were JUST being pregnant and alone in the woods in winter, I could manage. However, I know now, that with cancer, it was a sure death. I would have never been able to keep myself hydrated or clean enough to keep from sepsis.
Did you take treatments while pregnant?
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