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Naomi Krucker's avatar

Tara, this story is so heartbreaking and unfortunately very familiar. Our nightmare began when my 1.5 year old's eye stopped working within a 24 hour period. My doctor sent us straight to emergency with no explanation. When we arrived the ER doctors braced us for the worst- likely our son has had a stroke or has a tumour on the nerve that moves that part of the eye and he was sent for a CT scan. There is nothing quite like that feeling- the wait- surrounded by other families all waiting for what could be worst case. A few hours later the doctors came and said "well, best case scenario- we found nothing." Nothing? and that was the end of that. A perfectly healthy boy. I was racking my brain to see where I could have gone wrong- we are organic farmers, all his meats are pasture raised, he was never vaccinated, he is vibrant and loving and strong. I became a "mom obsessed" with every piece of literature I could get my hands on. Anything that had ever led to eye paralysis came into my possession. My gut instinct kept circling back to parasites. I brought it up at a follow up meeting with my doctor who dismissed it right away. She told me parasites were "third world problems." I'm not even going to begin to unpack that (might I remind you we live on a farm). His eye took 6 weeks to heal, but it did and we still had no answers. 9 months later it happened again. This time was even more terrifying- what did they miss in the CT scan? They scheduled us an MRI. By now the world is covid, so the MRI is scheduled 4 months from this second paralysis. I tell them they won't find anything on the scan because it will be better by then, but they don't listen because the whole world had been paralyzed. My naturopath is only able to do zoom meetings, and my incredible TCM doctor is not allowed to practise. I don't have access to my healers. Fast forward 4 months, MRI shows nothing. I get asked the same questions by the provinces best paediatric eye doctor, neurologists, what feels like every specialist. None of them have any answers. We get blood tests- all fine. Finally my acupuncturist is allowed to see us. She performs acupressure on him and at the end of the appointment asks us to limit his food intake this week, there is an issue with his gut. 5 days later a 10 inch long roundworm comes out of his behind. Worms of this size can live in the body for as long as 2 years. My TCM doctor looked at and treated his whole body, not just his eye or his head. My son is now 4 and thriving. We deworm my entire family twice a year with a black walnut tincture I make from our trees, and wormwood from our garden. Your story took my right back to all those feelings, and all the horror. But at the same time I am so thankful for the wild journey of learning and empowerment that it sent us on. Thank you for sharing!!

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Polyxena of the Pink Poppy's avatar

My moment of writing off the mainstream medical “experts” was after a year long long bout of mystery illness and many doctor visits, they finally threw up their hands and tried to prescribe me antidepressants. I had been losing hair, cold all the time, having intense fatigue and anxiety. I was in my mid twenties at the time. I finally found a naturopath who was so excellent and in depth. Like a detective. It turned out to be a reactivation of Epstein-Barr virus and it was under control within 6 months of herbal and dietary protocol and some good rest. I had spent that summer in the wilds of Alaska eating fresh salmon and wild dandelion greens. Breathing fresh air. It made all the difference.

And this is but one of my experiences. I have had a handful like this throughout my life, but this was the moment I began to really trust myself above all else. I had another ridiculous experience with “experts” as a very pregnant woman with some unexplained bleeding. They “diagnosed” me with an “incompetent cervix” and told me I’d likely spend the rest of my pregnancy in a hospital bed and that my baby would be born very premature. They sent in the NICU doctor to speak about how it would go if my baby was born so early. Long story short, I did my own research, realized they were totally full of shit and had no idea what they were talking about and checked myself out. I listened to my body. Walked every day. Ate well. Rested when necessary. Oh and go figure, my baby took his sweet time and was born 2 whole weeks after his “due date”. Now I’m the expert.

Sorry for the TLDR version. I could write a whole book about my feelings on this topic.

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