The first indication of any new health problems began in mid-December 1996, just over two years after Don’s death, when I woke up with my lower lip quivering slightly. This lasted 15-20 minutes. I had felt something similar for a few seconds within the previous few days. I did not pay too much attention to it until it happened a number of times. It was very insignificant, but a sign of what was to come.
This seemed to occur when I was in bed. It would be another nine months before I would learn why my bedroom was so toxic. My symptoms increased daily. I was becoming very concerned. My husband’s first symptoms had begun as a quivering in his throat. Within a few days, I had a quivering in my lip that had spread to a warm sensation in the mouth and chin area, shakiness & quivering in my hands & lower arms, a tightness in my throat, and twitching in the left side of my face. I was becoming very concerned — almost scared.
Was this the beginning of seizures? If so, did that mean that I had a brain tumor like he did? How could I go through by myself what I saw
my husband go through? I couldn’t do it alone. I didn’t want anybody to have to take care of me. Yes, I was very scared.
There were two “signs” that appeared during this first week, both of them when I had just turned on the TV. It was as if I turned on the TV to block out what I was afraid was happening. One time I had turned the TV on to The Oprah Winfrey show. What I saw on the screen was “Get Help.” I instantly knew to pay attention to this. The second time, again, I had just turned on the TV and saw someone demonstrating a Tai Chi movement. I saw its name: “Passing Cloud.”
I held on to this one for a long time. There were many times I wondered if this dark “cloud” was moving at all.
After seeing “Get Help,” I called my husband’s neurologist and asked him for a CT Scan, chest X-ray (because of previously high radon levels in our home), and full blood work up. I don’t think he was used to people calling him and asking for tests, but after I described my symptoms and my concerns, he agreed. I called the hospital and scheduled the tests. They were on December 24. Because of the holidays, my appointment with the neurologist was not scheduled for about three weeks. However, I wanted to know the results right away.
I had tried to get the results faxed to me. When I didn’t get my fax by late afternoon, I called the radiology department. They were reluctant about giving the results to me before the doctor saw them. I guess they wanted to give me an early Christmas present, which they did.
They faxed the two radiology reports — both negative — no visible tumors.
My first thought was, “Thank you God!” My second thought was
— if this isn’t caused by a brain tumor, then what is the cause?
Something has to be causing these symptoms. They don’t just start for no reason. When I finally saw the neurologist he assumed that his staff had informed me of all of the test results, which they had not.
He did say that the blood work was fine. The Erythrocyte Sedimentation Rate (measuring the settling of red blood cells) was high, which he said indicated a mild infection. I later read that research
was conducted in Europe that measured sedimentation rates in both geopathic and neutral areas.5 The geopathic area showed different results than the neutral area. I deduced that my high sedimentation rates could be indicative of a geopathic problem.
To rule out the possibility of cancer in other parts of my body I had a blood sample taken and sent to Oncolab in Boston, Massachusetts (see Resource Guide). They are the only lab in the world to perform this type of blood work to diagnose the potential for malignant tumors in any part of the body. It is called Antimalignin Antibody in Serum (AMAS) blood test and is capable of detecting the presence of tumors sometimes years before other methods can. They claim an accuracy rate of 95% with one test and 99% if two tests are performed. Anyone can call them (800-922-8378) to have information and their test kit sent. Local blood labs can draw and prepare the blood for overnight delivery to them. Thankfully both of my AMAS tests were negative.
At this point my symptoms were getting worse. The jerking and twitching spread to other areas. I was shivering, had numbness and tingling in my extremities and twitching in my face. The only way to stop the facial contortions from the twitching was to open my mouth wide. While I was sleeping I was also getting shooting jolts — almost like shocks through my body — that jarred me into consciousness.
The muscles in my arms and legs were feeling weaker. The leg weakness progressed and became one of the most difficult symptoms with which to deal. I was afraid my legs were going to give way and that did happen a few times. That always brought back the fear of losing my independence.
At this point the neurologist’s only thought was the possibility of this being the beginning of multiple sclerosis (MS). That frightened me also. (And it reminded me about my previous dream about MS.) He gave me a prescription for muscle relaxers and sent me on my way.
These I always kept with me but never took.
Several times I called the neurologist to ask specific questions about potential causes of my symptoms and possible tests that could
be performed. I had a standard lab test done for Lyme disease — also negative. I was aware that Lyme disease can be very difficult to diagnose as well as treat, but never pursued additional testing.
At this point the doctor’s office stopped returning my calls.
Sometimes it had taken a week or two to get a call returned. I didn’t know if he was so busy, if he never got the messages, or if he was avoiding me.
I still had questions that required answers. It was time to find a second neurologist. My chiropractor had some patients whose neurologist was very good at returning calls. This was what I needed to hear. When I saw her, she did a neurological exam, listened to my report of my symptoms, and gave me her insight without wanting to see my test results first. Her first comment was, “This is not MS.” I liked her already. Being a psychological neurologist and having ruled out many other causes, she thought it was due to the emotional stress from my husband’s death. That could very well have been a factor or a trigger, but I knew that there was more to it than that. My own testing indicated that it was much more. She suggested I get a jump-start with Prozac. That I didn’t want and didn’t do.
I was very happy to get a second opinion. Her educated opinion was that it was not MS, and was not a diagnosable disease. This encouraged me to go even further into my own testing and alternative paths.
I knew that something was wrong and wrong physically, not just emotionally. At that point I didn’t believe that any orthodox testing was going to detect it. The basic testing had already been done. My sister offered to have me stay with her and her husband and go to be tested at the Mayo Clinic, which is very close to her home. I talked to several people who had done that. I decided to do my own stuff first.
I could always go there for more testing. The healing was more important for me, not just diagnosing.
An energetic relationship (having to do with energy flows) exists between different teeth and different parts of the body. This area was
discovered and mapped out by a German physician named Reinhold Voll. He developed Electro-Acupuncture According to Voll (EAV), the predecessor to the Vega Autonomous Reflex Test (ART) method and several other electro-acupuncture systems. He discovered that if there is a problem with a tooth, or the jawbone beneath it, then there may be a problem with the corresponding organ or tissue system, or vice versa. It is not a coincidence that my first three extracted teeth and the root canal tooth were all on the left side and all related to the lung/large intestine acupuncture meridian. I had been suspicious that maybe the dental work that I had done might have triggered a toxic release which was causing my illness. I now believe that might have been a trigger, but still it was only a small part of the whole picture. It would take many more months to see more pieces of the puzzle.
I had a gold bridge above the site where I had had my initial extraction and later the cavitation surgery. VBK testing at that time indicated that my body had high levels of gold. Since this was an initial site of the twitching, I decided to have the bridge removed and replaced with a nonmetallic bridge. This was accomplished over a ten-month period of time. Because metal (even gold) in the mouth can cause interference fields, I believe that it was the right choice. I have had my nonmetallic bridge for over seven years now and am very satisfied with it.
I had read about dentists who were injecting German natural remedies into dental cavitation sites instead of doing surgical cavitations and were getting excellent results. I called my dentist and he gave me the name and number of two dentists in the area who did this. I called the first one on the morning of December 31 and told the woman who answered my call about my symptoms and my interest in this area. She said, “Can you be here in two hours? If you can get here in two hours the doctor will see you during his lunch break.” We estimated that their office was about a one and one-half hour drive, so I said “yes.”
My luck was beginning to change. I had spent an hour or so the night before in the emergency room because of severe jerking, to no avail, but was now on my way to Baltimore to try this new therapy.
For the previous 20 years I had spent a great deal of time researching these areas. I had become very comfortable with the Applied Kinesiology (AK) and VBK testing that I had learned and it was now time to take more control of my choices and of my own healing. I wanted to be assisted by practitioners whose ideas and methods meshed with my own. This is what I found when I met Dr. B., D.D.S..
I spent that afternoon and many more in his office. He was very thorough in his work-up. He also used a form of AK, so I was able to relay my own findings to someone who could understand them and follow through with an appropriate treatment — someone who spoke my language. This was also very reassuring emotionally.
His entire staff, especially his wife, Judy, who was the woman who had answered my initial phone call, was very helpful and supportive.
If I had not been in their office for a while, Judy would call just to see how I was doing and if I needed anything.
After all the standard dental testing and procedures, we finally began the new therapy for the cavitations. Cavitation sites had been determined by X-rays. First, muscle testing was done for the locations of the more reactive cavitations. The dentist then tested which remedy, usually homeopathic, would be effective in healing them. He then performed the actual dental procedure itself. This included a lot of local anesthesia — especially for me. Then Dr. B. would drill into the bone where the cavitation was located and inject the pre-tested medicine. Once the anesthetic was working, except for the usual discomfort of feeling like a pincushion, the remainder of the procedure usually only took a few minutes for each cavitation. And the procedure was painless. What soon became apparent was that this therapy almost instantaneously released toxins from my jaw area. This was what I wanted, except that I hadn’t expected such a reaction. The jerking in my extremities and face increased dramatically. I stayed in the dental
chair for the 10-15 minutes it took for the symptoms to subside — I had to.
We then began injecting the scar tissue where my tonsils had been removed. This allowed better drainage of the released toxins, which helped immensely. Because of my overactive gagging reflex, these injections were very difficult for me, and, I suspect, for Dr. B., but he did a great job working around my problems.
I always felt better as a result of these cavitation treatments. The problem was that the cavitations kept recurring. Most people only needed one to two treatments to heal their cavitations. Mine were recurring so often I had to continue with these treatments as needed over a period of nine months, sometimes as many as three to four trips per week. I would eventually learn why they were recurring. At that time I didn’t understand that I hadn’t found the core causes, and was only treating the resulting symptoms. When it became obvious that they were recurring, we continued looking for other treatments.
The we here was very important to me. I now had a professional who spoke my language, was capable of helping me, very much wanted to help me, and very much cared for me and my well-being.
Like my friends D., Stan, and their oldest son (my godson Warner), as well as my friend Beverly who always got my frantic phone calls, the people at this dental office were very instrumental in keeping me sane as well as helping me regain my health.
Dr. B’s office put me in touch with other practitioners — all helpful in some way. One of these doctors prescribed a remedy made from toxins found in root canal teeth. I had been taking one myself, but this was a new one to me. It helped a great deal. I also saw an acupuncturist.
I reacted to acupuncture in a similar, but not as drastic, way as the cavitation injections — with increased twitching. I did not find any significant help with the acupuncture treatments, so I stopped them. I was also continuing with my chiropractic and osteopathic treatments.
I also had had some testing done using electro-acupuncture, hair analysis, live blood cell analysis, and hormone testing. All of these
provided useful information, but only the cavitation treatments were providing any real benefits.
I now needed to narrow my pursuits to the most useful therapies, because of time and energy constraints.
During this time I had help from many other people, but especially Anna Little and my godson Warner. Anna was my housekeeper, whom I had hired soon after my husband’s death. She was from Ireland and had come to the U.S. to work as a nanny. She still worked part-time as a nanny, but also did a great job keeping my house clean. She was a pleasure to have around. I was not the only one who enjoyed her company. Previously she had worked in a restaurant in nearby Middleburg, Virginia. Although Anna was not a waitress, one of the regular customers always asked for her and she always obliged. Anna didn’t recognize this woman, but at some point was told that it was Jackie Kennedy (who also was diagnosed with cancer at the same time as Don).
The days when she would come to clean, I would usually be outside working. She was used to seeing me very active and performing manual labor. I preferred that to being inside cleaning. She was probably the one who noticed my rapid decline in well-being the most — from being outside doing manual labor to being inside in bed much of the time.
She took over doing a lot of my grocery shopping. She also would cook large pots of delicious soup before leaving for the day. At one point when I was very weak, she moved in for a short period of time.
She also drove me to the dentist’s office many times when I was not able to drive. She did this without asking for or expecting anything in return. My godson also stayed with me on three different occasions.
The first time was in January, soon after my illness began, for about three weeks. He was very helpful with my testing — especially the energetic testing on the house itself. My plan was to be on an excellent diet with a lot of fresh juices to supplement it, in order to cleanse and heal faster. He and Anna helped with the food preparation and juicing.
He also had a knack for making me laugh, which didn’t happen much anymore.
His second trip was in March, two months later. Over a number of years Warner had occasionally had dizzy spells. Now when he was with me, he started falling down and almost blacked out. Then one morning when he was napping on the couch in the office area of the house where I was now living, he started twitching and shaking. I thought it might be a nightmare. He woke up and couldn’t talk for the first few seconds. Then his finger started twitching.
I didn’t know what was wrong, but I knew we had to get the hell out of the house in a hurry. My first thought was that the well water was bad. I tested it using AK and it was weakening, showing virus. We moved into a hotel that day and stayed for ten days while getting the water tested by two different labs. All of the standard tests for the water were great. So now I knew the problem was in the house, but still didn’t know exactly what it was. At the time, I didn’t realize that the water was just picking up the energies from the house. Since the standard water tests were OK, I decided to move back in. I couldn’t live in a hotel forever, although I did feel better there. Warner went home. Neither I nor his parents wanted him in the house until we knew what the problem was.
I bought water for washing and drinking and went to the neighbors’
house to shower. I then put in an ultra-violet water purifier, which I thought would eliminate the problem. At least I was now able to shower at home and drink the water. Or so I thought. It would be another five months before I would learn why my water was so toxic and what had motivated me to move out of my bedroom and into the home office.
My acupuncturist told me about a practitioner who gave ultra-violet blood irradiation treatments (UBI). Don had read a book about that about five years before and thought it had sounded worthwhile. It was being used to treat many infectious diseases. The book that Don
My acupuncturist told me about a practitioner who gave ultra-violet blood irradiation treatments (UBI). Don had read a book about that about five years before and thought it had sounded worthwhile. It was being used to treat many infectious diseases. The book that Don