In 2014 I had a six year old son who had recently been diagnosed with a high stimulating hormone which eventually learned came as a side effect to the medicine of a diagnosis that had come six months earlier labeled epilepsy. As a healthy female in my mid-twenties, at the time I believe I may have taken for granted never before having to rely on pharmaceuticals for everyday occasions in order to remain alive or to reap the unnecessary and horrific side effects that spout from having to be under conditions such as these. This terrible diagnosis threw me through a loop. Much exasperation comes from watching our children suffer. With this type of diagnosis the doctors concluded they did not know why this was happening, yet they still prescribed.
At this time I was about to be mother of two and eagerly searched for respite from all of petit mal seizures that the medication itself was producing. I researched areas in which I can prevent these problems and sustain health within my family unit as well as outside. This journey led me to include the use of therapeutic and certified pure essential oils as well as a company called Reliv which was a supplement drink brought to me by a dear friend Denise Williams in Hendersonville, NC and supplied my oldest with nutrients necessary to sustain his life. Seemingly the times I was able to give my oldest a shake or apply pure therapeutic grade frankincense oil (which apparently helped break the blood/ brain barrier) the petit mal seizures would cease. The medication was supposed to be preventing the grand mals. This was a hard season, because not only was my son experiencing these traumatic events, but also his dad and myself had been separated at this point three difficult years and still had no true rythym to the visitation schedule. It was hard on my son and myself to be away from him during these trying times. I was often sad and scared for my son. During this seven year period that my son suffered from this diagnosis I found myself holding my breath through most of it, almost wondering if I could breath. There was one point where I was driving and my son began having a grand mal in the backseat. I pulled over and held my son on his side and all of this began one week after receiving his final shots recommended by doctors when children are born. I oftentimes look back and wonder where the people where in my life to guide me to make wiser decisions. Sadness overcomes me when I think about now all the horrible things that are in these vaccines that are so prevalent and pushed for and the women who don't have the knowledge of these atrocities that are inside of these vials being presented to pure human beings at the time of their conception.
Due to having to share my oldest with his dad, I would only get him every few days early on, but consistently, daily, sometimes multiple times a day would give my oldest these nutrition shakes which would certainly decrease the amount of times I would see my son seize in a day.
Soon I was alerted to the fact that the original doctor allocated to my son had prescribed him the wrong medication. I found this out from another neurologist who I drove my son to over four hours away both ways. After further tests by my son's new neurologist, he concluded the above decision. I was able to bring this diagnosis back to the original doctor who after three years of prescribing the wrong medication actually apologized to me! Never would I have thought I would have seen the day where this would have happened. I rejoice even now thinking about the fact that a mother's intuition will push her to receive the best possible care for her child regardless of what others say, think, or do, even that of the professional variety. I am so full of gladness to report my son had way less seizures after this and experienced a more cohesive ability to comprehend and understand things better as the original medicine put him in a trance, a state where most of the time he was not able to respond or react to situations. It was sad and hard to watch as a mother, my son's almost drunken stupor most of the day and only be able to receive a few lucid moments with him before his medication times in which he was fully present and able to communicate. Sadly my son dealt with this three year stint of inability to comprehend and correlate in social situations, which was a tragic travesty because before this my son had been a social butterfly, even causing me an introvert to the extreme put on my daring boots as I was driven to the park several times with blushed cheeks as this brave and bold two year old would walk up to people as the basketball court and ask if he could play.
This event caused him to be put behind in school, but thankfully now he is brilliant (as he has always been) and grew out of this diagnosis about four years ago. He was finally able to fully come off all medications. He is now a sophomore in high school with exceptional and daring plans for his future.
