Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Essential Oils!?...Follow Me!

Come, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me.

My husband, Jim, and I, were old hat at this—we had two children, two years apart, just four years earlier.  But neither had prepared us for James. 
James was… well, he was different.  He was born with a heart murmur and an ear tag, and diagnosed with an inguinal hernia at three-months-old.  He had ear infections and countless rounds of antibiotics.  At three months, I didn’t want shots; at almost four months, I knew he shouldn’t have them.  I listened to Man (doctor) rather than God and went against my “gut” (the Holy Spirit).  I have no doubt he acquired damage at the appointment when I couldn’t shake that undeniable feeling of doom, but followed instead the advice of a caregiver who told me that I wasn’t, “that ignorant”, and that my other two children had, “turned out o.k.”

As a child I developed a particular baby tooth, but had no permanent one beneath.  When my one-and-only cavity in this tooth was discovered, it was decided to fill and crown it rather than remove it.  This tooth leached metallic infection for several years, and was finally pulled right before I became pregnant with my third child, James.

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At two-and-a-half years old, we knew something was wrong.  James drank around one-half of a gallon of raw milk a day and hardly ate anything.  His speech was slow, his understanding off, and, though he was often the life of a party, (we called him ‘fun Jamesy’) he was becoming increasingly difficult to control.  We reasoned that his inattention must be due to his hearing. In a last ditch effort, Jim and I sent our boy for tubes. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back as they say, or in reality, that broke his back then stomped him into the ground.  We saw hand-flapping, hand-spinning, and toe-walking emerging in our precious son, in addition to running away looking as if he’d never known us.  We didn’t need a doctor to give us a behavior-based diagnosis we could see for ourselves, and worked quickly to learn as much as we could and keep our feet on solid ground.

 Jim and I both have saving faith in Jesus Christ.  We’d gone to God for spiritual matters and had always had a supporting and loving Father meet our needs.  My world came crashing down around me as I struggled with the fact that I had caused my priceless son harm.  All this because I had not prayed about the information that the world had provided about health, I just accepted it. It wasn’t hard to research and figure out: yes, amalgam fillings are poisoning a great number of the population in the U.S., and, no, vaccinations are not safe—they are full of toxic substances that are dangerous to each and every individual.  Did it take long? No. Did I have to look? Yes, I did…and I didn’t bother until it was too late.

Whither should I follow…?

I wanted a miracle, a magic bullet, a definite strategy for pulling James out of his current state of malfunction.  We used therapies and healing diets that advanced his health significantly, but promptly found that prescriptions and over-the-counters weren’t going to cut it for him. I called him the multiple-toxicity-reactor: he responded severely to almost any medication we tried.  It was crucial in my eyes to find some other way to meet his needs.

I’d been introduced to essential oils a few years before. I thought it was exciting the time that I used them to avoid the flu when all the rest of my household became ill.  I loved how nice they smelled when cleaning with them, or when I placed a few drops on my AC air filters.  They were a novelty, something to play with—we still stuck with doctor visits and antibiotics for any “real” sickness.

When we began hitting a brick wall using drugs with James, the Lord reminded me of my oils.  I redirected my research and found mamas who had used essential oils to recover their children from the autism diagnosis—I was inspired!  Dusting off my Essential Oils Desk Reference from a few years back, I eagerly looked into different conditions, studied through numerous websites, and asked endless questions in Facebook groups to see where to begin.

Exciting things can happen when using God’s medicine produced specifically for healing his created beings.  The best way that I can think of to describe essential oils in comparison to man-made meds is the difference between how a dad handles a situation versus a mama. 

A young child is pushed down on the gravel by his buddy, leaving him bruised, bleeding, and heartbroken.  His Pop stands him up, inspects for damages, and seeing none gruffly says, “Go on, boy, shake it off—you’re fine.” (Or so it happens in East Texas.) His major problem is solved—the boy is up and going again, but he’s likely worse for the wear.   His Mama, on the other hand, cleans any cuts, wipes away tears, finds out why the boy’s friend has pushed him down, and helps him reconcile.  She solves the son’s troubles in multiple ways, and repairs issues that others may not have realized existed. 

Man-made chemicals target one problem, and are generally a mimic of one major component found to be effective in plants.   They are then changed slightly to be patented for the ultimate goal of making lots (and lots) of money. 
Essential oils are a whole form of healing containing countless different constituents to restore on many levels, and can’t be patented because they are diverse according to season, sunshine, rain, and so on.  Compounds that make up an essential oil work synergistically.  They are like the perfect Tetris piece, filling many important deficiencies all at the same time.
A word of caution here—there’s no regulation at this time on essential oils.  Actual unadulterated essential oils on the market are only estimated at a little over 2 percent.  I was thankful to learn that my company guarantees their oils from seed, including the ground purity, all the way to the packaging as they are sealed in the bottle.  Signs of contaminated oils include: storage in clear or plastic containers, warnings not to ingest, and presence of an expiration date.  Oils are diluted with harmful chemicals—and I’ve never found an untainted one (regardless of label) even at the best health food stores.  Essential oils are capable of driving substances in at a cellular level.  Our kids don’t need any more toxicity…please; make sure you research for pureness.

Oils increase your health electrically.  A healthy human body measures at about 68 Megahertz, until it is affected by a cold or flu which brings it down to approximately 58 Mhz.  From candida infection, to mononucleosis, to a cancer diagnosis it decreases consistently, and at 25 Mhz your body begins to die.  I was excited to understand that dry and fresh herbs measure from 12-27 Mhz, while living essential oils range from 52-320 Mhz.  Just inhaling any of these oils will increase your frequency.  In fact, the highest measuring oil at the 320 Mhz mark is the rose—so it really does you well to stop and smell the roses!

Over the years of our using essential oils, my family knows which to choose for various situations.  I overheard my 10-year-old daughter giving instruction to an adult on how to apply one of the oils just a few days ago.  There’s a learning curve for a new oiler, but once you get the feel for it there’s no turning back!

When my eyes were twitching, my mind was racing, and I couldn’t sleep in the early days of James’ regression, Frankincense leveled my stress response.  The first time I gave him the digestive enzymes that included Peppermint oil, my little guy with such gastrointestinal problems cleaned out my dishwasher for me—he felt that much better.  As we came down with colds, stomach bugs, bites, burns, bruises, scrapes, pain, you name it— all were treated successfully with our set of oils. 
As I added to my collection grounding oils more specifically geared toward brain trauma, I saw a change in James’ demeanor.  He was more laid back, easier to laugh and smile. My very favorite story is the point when I began using Vetiver and an oil blend called Valor with James.  I rubbed them on his feet after he went to bed, and he woke up unusually pleasant.  Before this time he wrote consistently backwards, but I noticed the first day post oil application that James was writing forward.  During a two week span I forgot to apply the oils three times, and on each of the days following he wrote backward again.  I think this was God’s way of showing me we were on the right track, and that what He had provided was something very special.

…follow me!

Thankfully, I can report that things have leveled and James is progressing well!  We are using our oils and pouring the best nutrition possible into James—especially cultured a2 beta-casein dairy; we try to make each day count.  We haven’t been to an MD in over two years—essential oils have been a major addition for the empowerment and health of my family.  I’m confident that God will guide our steps through the rest of this healing journey; we just have to follow Him.


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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Give It a Name!

Here's some food for thought--these are a few of the things that doctors have been sincerely wrong about throughout this experience.  This is not to point fingers, and I won't use names just for this purpose, but I'd like to give some examples to help you understand that your doctor is 100% man, O% God, and may not always know what's best for you or your family.

Pediatrician: "Your other kids were ok with immunizations, James will be, too." (Dr. Kenneth Bock taught me otherwise, by the way.)

OB/Gyn: "It will be ok to nurse your newborn baby while you receive strong IV antibiotics."

When we understood that the problems James was having were associated with autism, we wasted no time and located a DAN! doctor who could help us. The pediatrician I switched to, so as to avoid conflict about shots, was insulted when she found out we had "diagnosed" him ourselves and had taken matters into our own hands. She argued and said:

2nd Pediatrician:"I thought we had decided this was just speech delay."

She looked up the doctor that Jim and I had chosen on the internet and voiced her concern about her--that our DAN! doctor was only an MD and that she would have referred us to someone else. (We still stand by our decision, by the way.) This put some discomfort in our relationship, but we hung with her a little longer. 

James had a bout of strep throat around this time, and was prescribed a first generation antibiotic that had no effect.  I took him back to the same doctor who ran a CBC (complete blood count).  She concluded from the results that the antibiotic was working, and that his 103-104 degree temperature was from a secondary viral infection that would have to run its course.  I asked for a copy of the CBC.  The white blood cell differential didn't point toward a viral shift, instead it reported an increased monocyte count which indicated high inflammation, and still contained a high neutrophil count, which showed that the bacterial strep infection was still present.  I called the doctor's office when I arrived at home and explained my concerns, but was met with a cold reply from the doctor through the nurse that it was a viral infection that would have to run its course. 

The next day I made an appointment with another pediatrician in another practice.  I took James to see her, and she immediately showed me his throat, which looked like the inside of a pomegranate. She prescribed a stronger antibiotic which finally gave us relief.  This pediatrician wanted records from the blood count the doctor had taken just a few months previous because she was concerned at the amount of inflammation shown in the CBC. (Now we were on the right track!)  But, when she spoke to the autism coordinator at  office who told her he had stomach trouble, she was upset.  She said, "She just told me he had stomach trouble...you have to give it a name!" Which translates, "If you don't give it a diagnosis, you can't give treat it with a prescription."

This doctor was better, but couldn't understand the testing that had been performed on James which included genetic testing (I'll address that in another post), and she didn't try to understand.  She was very upset about the size of James' belly, which protruded way past his shorts at the time.  (Any of you gut-kids' mamas relate?) She referred us immediately to a specialist at Texas Children's in Houston, who even made a special appointment to see us. 

By the time we went to the appointment at Houston, we were through with the antibiotics and in much better shape.  The doctor there was very thorough and listened to us.  Her recommendations were for us to perform some parasite tests on James (good idea, but testing methods were bad), and perhaps a sonogram of his belly if nothing was found.  She emphasized that they couldn't really know for sure why these little guys had trouble, and one of her main hypotheses was that a lot of kids swallowed air. (What?!?)

These were the very rocky beginnings of our journey, and boy, am I glad we are through it! I haven't had to touch antibiotics with a ten-foot pole since we removed inflammatory foods from James' diet and put essential oil use into practice, and I plan not to if at all possible.  Antibiotics/medications played a major role in getting our family in this position.

I have learned that the Great Physician, Jehovah-rapha, is the one and only perfect Doctor.  God is the one who can direct you where you should go for your health needs, or who can heal you Himself with no intermediate if He chooses. He has done an amazing job of guiding us where we need to be, not to mention of healing my boy.

My qualities to look for in a doctor:

Good doctors listen to parents and their concerns. It has become almost humorous to me to realize that I am with my kids most all of the time, yet I once thought that I could go into a examination room and the doctor who examined my child for 5 minutes would know more about the them than I did.  Don't forget: mamas know.

Good doctors treat underlying problems rather than symptoms. There are doctors who will prescribe medication based on symptoms, rather than providing what the body needs to heal at the root cause.  It seems as if doctors who know anything about the processes and factors of disease are becoming few and far between, but they are still out there.  These doctors will be busy because they provide patients with real results.  Just remember--no one has ever had a drug deficiency. 

Good doctors understand that all symptoms are related.  We have become a society of specialities, and there is a good reason for that.  There is much information regarding all of the different body systems and organs--to know every bit about each one would be overwhelming.  But, to be specialized in say, the heart, and not have a working knowledge of the body as a whole is a huge disservice to the patient.  Our bodies were, "fearfully and wonderfully made," (Psalm 139:14) and all the parts and pieces are intricately woven and work together.  When one part isn't working right, you can bet its malfunction is effecting the whole body.

Good doctors can say I DON'T KNOW  just like good people in all walks of life.  Pride is a serious thing.  To know there is a problem is wonderful.  To not know how to deal with it is fine, as long as there is a search for the solution.  To name an illness just for the sake of prescribing a medication is unacceptable.

And last but not least--and I had this happen just a few weeks ago...

Good doctors tell you you'll be much healthier staying away from doctors.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Wanderings: A Grocery List

I was having a back and forth conversation on Facebook with a few sweet friends, and one of them asked what my grocery list is every week. It so happened that she caught me just as I was arriving home from the grocery store, so I decided to oblige the request.  For good or for bad, here it is:

--These are for chicken (bone broth) soup.
Romaine Lettuce--(extra for lettuce wraps)
Granny Smith apples
--These are for juicing.  Often I add the pulp from the kale into the broth. Sometimes we add celery to the juicer, and cucumber.
Asparagus (on sale!)--great for raising glutathione levels
Zucchini (this one was not organic--is likely to be GMO--many squashes are.)
Cauliflower (for 'rice')
Parsnips and Turnips--these are both very starchy, but I decided to get them, anyway, this time.  --James only gets a little parsnip, a little more turnip, though it has a high sulfur content.
Potatoes--when Jim requests something I am happy to get it.  The young kids and I can't tolerate potato right now.
Ham--What can I say? You caught me.  Jim did ask for ham, and, again, the little ones and I can't handle it.  I don't like to get pork...Jordan Rubin has convinced me that it's not beneficial, and Dr. Morgan taught me that it has no life-giving frequency...it's a dead food.  I am living under grace and not the law now, however, and our diet is waaaaay better than it was four years ago.
Gluten Free Pasta-- I'm sure it's terrible for you, and probably has GMO corn in it.  HEB brand.
Bertolli Organic Spaghetti Sauce--for this I can say that it's in a jar, which is better than a can, but there's still so much wrong here.  Anyway, it's an easy meal for the ones in our home who can eat it.

I get chicken through a co-op with Fran's Fryers, of which I am very thankful.  James has reactions to even the store-bought organic chicken (I'm sure it's what they preserve it in) but does fine with Fran's.  We also have a stash of organic homegrown purple-hull peas in our freezer from our garden from last year.

I think that's it...and it's definitely not a week, but it's what I came home with in the amount of time I had to shop by myself today.  It is all bought organic unless it's not available.  I have a habit of soaking meats/vegetables/fruits in MMS.  I've even been known to add it to a gluten free muffin mix on occasion.  In the next few days, I will go to get my Celtic Sea Salt and Organic Coconut Oil from the Granary, and most likely--against my better judgment--my big kids will talk me into buying them Udi's blueberry muffins for breakfast.

Monday, March 4, 2013

The Sum of All Diets

I have been wanting to write another entry with all of the diets, all of their benefits, all of their drawbacks, etc... It makes me tired just to think of it!

Then I decided I would sum it up: what I have given thus far--gluten free/casein free/soy free, and also Feingold diets, are exclusionary or avoidance diets.  These guidelines will make a huge difference in your/your loved one's behavior and health, and they may actually heal, but they are not considered "healing" diets. 

Most likely, if you have a need for either (or both) of the diets mentioned above, then there is also a need for some pretty intense gut-healing. My very favorite is the GAPS diet from the book The Gut and Psychology Syndrome by Natasha-Campbell McBride.  Very similar to it is the Specific Carbohydrate Diet studied out by Elaine Gottschall to heal her daughter of severe bowel disease: her story is found in the book entitled, Breaking the Vicious Cycle.  I love The Maker's Diet by Jordan Rubin, and appreciate many concepts in Donna Gates' Body Ecology Diet.  I can't get enough of the articles from Weston A. Price Foundation.  I part ways with them on the raw dairy--don't get me wrong: I am a fan of raw dairy, but I consider cow's milk as dangerous drugs to our family.  I have gotten goat's milk and even a little camel's milk at different points, because of the difference in their types of casein as opposed to cows'.  Jordan Rubin's company, Beyond Organic, claims to have a herd of cows that have been bred back to the original-only beta 2 casein-milk.  I can't wait to try it.

There's another popular diet among the autism crowd--it's called the Low Oxalate Diet.  It cuts out the highest oxalate foods to help lower the amount of crystals formed and stored in the child's body, and has been found to be very effective in some.  All of the research I have read surrounding this diet indicates that the malfunction of the digestive system allows for approximately a 80% storage rate of oxalates rather than a 6-8% rate in a healthy individual.  An article from Weston A. Price I came across a few weeks ago revealed that there are species of Aspergillus (fungus) that produce their own oxalates--sounds very probable that these kiddos are overgrown with something similar. 

Anyway, what most of these diets or eating concepts are basing their healing on is starving out the bad: the parasites, yeast, pathogenic bacteria that have moved in and aren't budging without a fight--and adding in the good: the fermented foods that contain probiotics (life-giving microbes) that have their natural terrain in the intestinal tract.  Probably most know about the benefits of probiotics; they are getting fairly mainstream these days.  Some of you, though, may have done a double-take at the idea of an overgrowth of yeast, a severe infestation of parasites, or a colonization of bacteria so dangerous that it's toxins will cause tics, obsessive behaviors, partial paralysis, etc.  I'll never forget the first time I told someone that we were working to rid James of his yeast overgrowth--you would have thought I had grown another head.  I'll give you a blog entry to get used to the idea: we'll get back to that topic soon enough.

When we first began this path of recovery for James, I was ready to do whatever diet necessary--110%.  We began the gfcf diet and saw great things happen...see previous blogs for details.  Then, James still seemed to be having some of the opiate reactions, so our doctor said that the Specific Carbohydrate Diet was what he needed instead, because he was reacting to the sugar. On a side note,
I believe that many times moms and dads don't see a big difference in their child upon removal of gluten and casein because there is still significant sugar in the diet, which is fermented by an overgrowth of yeast.  More on the yeastie boys later.  I added in some aspects of the Feingold diet because we were having so much trouble with the phenolic foods.  When I would feed James too many high thiol foods (sulfur) his eyes would turn red underneath and his belly would swell out even more than before.  I could go on, but I won't.  If you are wondering what "diet" we use, my answer is all to some extent, none exclusively.  This frustrated me to no end, but I think it made the Lord smile.  I am pretty sure He wanted to lead me through all of them to help me learn about each one, and also to teach me to follow Him instead of a diet.

I guess the closest thing to our specific diet I found months later while reading an Andy Cutler book, and I thought, "That's it! That's our diet!"  Andy Cutler is a chemist with a degree from Princeton who was mercury poisoned from amalgams, and has his own protocol for removing metals, especially from the brain.  He says in his book, Amalgam Illness: Diagnosis and Treatment, that you have to find foods that you will not have a reaction to, and that your list of foods may be very short.  This is what it came down to with James.  So many times I work backwards, and this was a big indicator to me that his metal toxicity was still very high.  The more foods we are able to add in, the more it shows his progress. I promised a typical grocery list on Facebook, but I wanted to preface it with this blog, so that you would have an idea of why I buy what I buy.

Friday, January 25, 2013

A Strong Will-ed Story: Guest Blogger

I am so happy to share this with everyone.  The previous blog entry is about the Feingold Diet.  My sister-in-law, Sondra, wrote this testimony about this time last year,--it's their family's experience with the Diet and the gains they saw in my sweet nephew, Will, as a result.  It makes me excited every time I read it. 
God’s Strong-“Will”-ed Blessing

February 28, 2012     Sondra McDaniel

Prior to Feingold-

Life at our house changed with our beautiful son, Will.  From early on, we knew he was very energetic and would require lots of strength, rest, and prayer.  When he was born and up to about the age of 4, we watched the foods that he ate very closely.  We were not informed about Feingold then, so we were not aware of the benefits of “all natural” foods.  We did watch his junk food intake though.  We bothered lots of people with this choice, and I’m sure that he was secretly given more treats than we wanted him to have.  He loved learning new things and I remember it coming with ease!  As a teacher, I was almost certain he would one day qualify for the gifted and talented program at school.  As a mom, I was so proud of the possibility!  He started Pre-K at three years old due to having a birthday that falls a week before the deadline for the program.  He is the youngest in his class and had some problems with behavior at first.  He had a hard time adjusting to sitting still.  However, he still learned so much in Pre-K!  He was amazing us all the time!  He liked being read to and also liked learning new things!  As he got to be about four years old, our family grew by one sweet little brother!  As our lives got busier and more hectic, our eating habits changed for all of us.  We no longer looked at the amount of junk food and other unhealthy foods that Will was eating.  Processed foods such as hotdogs, lunchmeats, boxed pizzas, pizza rolls, and many more became staples in our house.  Between baseball games and practices for a span of six months, most nights ended with a meal coming from the microwave.   During the week, Will was eating processed school food for lunch and then coming home to yet another plate full of innutritious material.  I have to be honest;   I was eating everything he was eating at school and home too!  They say hindsight is 20/20, because as I look back, I recall this being about the time Will became very defiant and even more “Strong-Willed”.  That’s the term I usually use when I am apologizing for his ill behavior.  We took lots of measures in disciplining him.  Spare the rod, spoil the child seemed to get old especially when we could tell it just wasn’t working! 

Time –out lasted an eternity!  I tried some of the strategies that I use for 22 kids at school 187 days of the year and it did not phase him!  Alan and I were out of energy and we just kept trying the same old things to calm him down without any improvements!  He turned five and it was time for kindergarten.  I felt like a new start would calm things down.  His behavior at school was close to excellent.  It was, however, a different story at home.  As soon as we get home it was like he was a completely different kid!  Temper tantrums and screaming fits lead us all to argue most evenings.  This is very hard to admit, but Alan and I would get mad at each other for the other getting mad at Will.  We were not adhering to God’s master plan.  Some of his actions would just get to us!  We dreaded trips to the store, restaurants, vacations, family functions, and even church.  We would have the long talk in the car about what would happen if ____?  He would reassure us that he knew all of that and promise us he would be good.  Later, we would find ourselves leaving embarrassed and on the way home having the same old talk, “Why did you act like that?” His response, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t control it.”  I have asked myself many times in the past month why I had not asked him what he meant by that sooner.   I just contributed it to him having a new brother all this time and it would pass. We felt he was searching for attention, so we made sure that all our love was shown to both of them and made extra special days for Will to make him feel better.  Most of those outings ended the same dreaded way.  It had almost been 2 years at this point since Lucas was born.   When would this end?

As far as learning difficulties in kindergarten, he seemed to lose interest in wanting to know more.  He left kinder with a DRA of 6.  Not the best, but passing.  His math was very high.  He said he was interested in numbers and puzzles.  The teacher felt confident in him and suggested that he was just the youngest in his class and everything would come along in due time. 

1st grade came this year.  Yet again, a fresh start had to change something. Right?  After a full summer of baseball and processed foods, he tested out at a DRA of 6 again.  First grade welcomed, spelling tests, reading every night, and throwing a fit every night.  Some nights we just didn’t even do homework in fear spanking him being the last thing we do before bed.   He had a hard time with his sight word test every week and also his reading skills tests.  The first semester resulted in C’s and D’s. This was now January.   Our fear was him repeating first grade.  So, we resorted to the “No-pass, No-play” scenario for baseball.  He cried about this and decided he would do better.  The change I did see in Will when he turned 6 was a love for the Lord.  All this time we had talked about God in relation to behavior, Will was actually listening.  See, the beginning of this story may have sounded like we were a horrible family and horrible ungodly parents.  Not at all, that is why something never seemed to fit with how Will was acting and falling behind at school.  We had done and were doing everything right.  God was in our walk everyday with Will and our family.  We went to church together and prayed as a family together in-between Sundays.  Our puzzle was missing a piece and I had prayed for so long.  I was tired and drained and I couldn’t afford to feel that way anymore.  God answered our prayers the night of January 10, 2012. Will was scared to go into the bathroom to take a bath alone.  This was not like him at all because, oh how he just loved making every wall in the bathroom dripping wet with water.  So, I was a little taken back by this.  I almost told him to just be a big boy and get in there before he was in trouble.  I compromised and decided to take the time to clean the bathroom while he bathed.  As Will was taking a bath, he asked me why God had not answered his prayer about not being scared.  I reassured him God would and he just had to have faith he would.  Will knew what faith was.  We had talked about God and faith a lot.  A few minutes passed and I heard him cry like I have never heard before.  I came around the corner thinking  he had fallen and hit his head or something.  He was sitting there with a red splotchy face and bright sparkly eyes.  I immediately asked what was wrong.  He told me he didn’t want to be scared anymore, he wanted to be saved!! Glory!  I  told him to calm down so we could talk.  I asked him questions about what he meant.  He had not shown those kinds of emotions until that night.  Sure, we had talked about him being baptized because he had seen his cousins commit their lives to the God.   This time was different.  I asked him to get out of the bathtub so we could go into the living room.  He looked at me and said, “No momma, there’s not time!  I want to be saved now!”  That night my “Strong-Will-ed” son was saved in the bathtub.  We said the prayer together after I asked God to speak through me in a way that Will would understand.  I can’t really recall the exact words I said, but I know exactly how I felt!  I felt proud!  I can’t tell you how long it had been since I had truly felt that for him.  After praying he looked at me while crying and said, “I’m so happy!”  So was I.  This is the night that Will started changing his actions because he knows that he is accountable for them now.  He was baptized two weeks later and I was completely amazed when he wanted to stand alone in front of the church and shake hands with everyone.  I had the talk with him about looking people in eye, saying thank you, keeping hands off your nose, etc. He told me to hush and he could do it just fine.  That he did.  I started writing this story to share the benefits of the diet, but really Will’s progress is the benefit from God.  The diet was a blessing from God that He knew we needed.  Will had taken a turn for maturity through God and had begun to slow things down a bit resulting in a blessing for the whole family.  He could control his actions easier, but his struggles still lied within his learning abilities.  A few weeks after being saved, he was attempting to do homework again.  It had gone pretty well these two weeks.  Still had hard times, but it helped that God had shown us to stay calm with Will in times like those.  A new semester brings harder homework.  He was to read the little book two times and take a short 6 answer test all on his own.  He ended with frustration, threw his head back with tears streaming down his face.  He said, “Why isn’t God answering my prayer?  Why is he not helping read better?”  My reply to this was silence.  I just held him while he cried.  The next day I called Kim to ask her for advice about the questions Will had asked the night before.  The conversation ended with me deciding on trying the Feingold diet, or some form of it.  She had lots of experience with it and had seen firsthand how taking certain ingredients out of the equation equal gains for everyone.  I had to try this.  My sweet son had all he needed to succeed.  He had great parents, a loving brother, great families, and an awesome God.  The puzzle wasn’t quite finished.  I knew he could succeed, so I had to give this a try.  I didn’t want some additive or coloring to hinder with my child’s faith.   I talked openly to Will about this and he was onboard with it!  He said he had seen his cousins learn how to act and read well.  It was his turn now.  When he said that it made it more of a requirement than an option! 



After Feingold:

On February 5th, we dove into the diet with feet first.   I made a visit to the grocery store and bought lots of all natural food items.  I was set!  I cooked my heart out for two days.  I had made food for several days’ suppers and Will’s lunches.   I planned ahead for our busy schedule of work, church, and baseball practice.  That night homework was the same.   He was frustrated.  On Tuesday night, after supper, we sat down for homework.  He read his book with ease and it sounded more fluent than previously (ever.)  He did not get frustrated and he was so proud of himself.  When he was done reading he looked up to see tears streaming down my fact this time.  I asked him how come he had gotten so frustrated the night before.  He told me that his head was fuzzy.  I inquired what he meant and he showed me shaking his head side-to-side and yelling AHHHH.  He had not expressed this to me prior to this night, nor had I asked him why he had ever been frustrated.  Another regret for this mom to add to her list.  I then asked him how his head felt at that time.  He thought about it like he was trying to feel his head without touching it and replied, “Moderato, just a little fuzzy.”  This made since to me.  He loves music and learned this word at school.  It means medium.  I was in shock! First, I was in awe that he was answering my questions with sincerity.  Secondly, he was sitting still! Maybe there was something to this diet after all.  I had thankfully recorded this homework session and was able to share this eye-opening time with Alan.  I have watched the video several times since with a smile.  I shared our new found eating habits with his teacher.  She was amazed to see the difference at school in only a short few days.  Every day I check his backpack, but never with this much excitement.  His practice pages are usually incomplete, messy, and the dot on the “i” in his name is the size of a dime and colored in.  This week, his work was completed, neat, and he dotted his “i” ever so carefully.  His coloring was actually neat and pictures were colored in with the appropriate colors.  For example, the grass was green and not purple.  On Thursday, four days in, Will put his plate in the sink without being told.  I just sat there to see what he would do next.  He proceeded to rinse his plate, the others as well, and load the dishwasher.  This is usually something I would not allow to do or he would choose to do.  I was sure something would be broken.  I was proven wrong by my newly found 6 year old son.  He turned to find something else to do and realized I had been watching.  He thought he would be in trouble for touching the breakable dishes.  To his surprise, I told him thank you.  He said,  “ I thought I would do this for you so you would not have so much to do before bed.”  To this I was speechless.  Just tears.  See, he didn’t know I was watching him.  In the past, he would only do stuff like that to get attention.  He would look over his shoulder and make sure I was watching before he continued doing his good deed.  It was different now.  Homework went well that night too.  So well that after he finished the required reading, he wanted to read for fun.  He chose The Very Lonely Firefly by Eric Carle.  I will forever remember the title of that book.  It was the first book Will had ever read to me without getting frustrated or being told to do it.  I was so proud of him!  More tears came that night too.  For so long I had gone to bed at night with tears of sadness while praying for some answer to his problems.  These were happy tears.  The next day was Friday, which meant testing day at school.  He made a 95 on his spelling test, 90 on handwriting, and a 75 on his reading test that he reads all on his own.  The week before the diet he made a 50 on his reading test.  His two sight word tests were 100s.  He had always made 70’s or low 80’s on these.  The dreaded DRA test was the next week so we had some waiting to do.  The weekend came and he went to my mom’s house.  We were open to him eating anything on the weekends.  My mom reported that he did have some “unnatural” foods but made good choices on his own most of the time.  We were in shock.  We went to church with mom Sunday morning and he was good during the service.   It was special to see.  The new week brought new challenges in what to cook.  I figured it out on Sunday evening at the grocery store and had everything planned.  The week came with lots of new surprises and great homework experiences.  Evenings at home were so much fun!  Lucas even seemed calmer since he copies everything that his big brother does.  More blessings!   On Wednesday, we were told his new DRA level.  He tested on a level 6 in kindergarten and it was now February.  Surely it had gone up since the last test in mid-January.  He made it to a level 10!  The teacher was just as shocked as we were that he had made such gains in these two weeks!  This last weeks tests resulted in a 100 on the spelling, 90 on handwriting, and another 75 on the reading test.   He was so proud of himself and that made it even more special for me.  He was excited to share the news with everyone and gave credit to God for answering our prayers with the diet.  He knows he needs to eat the right foods and he knows he needs God’s help with making the right choices.  At the end of this week, I asked him how his head felt and he told me, “Not one tick.”  This past weekend came with plans that did not include our kitchen.  We ate at a few friends’ houses, church, and Will spent the night with a friend.  Sunday morning in church was challenging as usual and he seemed to have a hard time having self-control.  Alan noticed the change after the weekend of indulging in foods that were not approved.  He said, “Will needs this diet!”  For two weeks we had not been upset with him except for the normal 6 year old occurrences.  We do not want to go back to the way it was!  My heart smiled when I heard Alan say those words.  Alan is not a fan of change and this diet definitely changed our schedule.  He had a hard time adjusting to some of the “all natural” tastes in some foods and will continue with this adventure.  I am even more motivated to know that I have his support.  When I first started this diet for Will, I remember saying several times that we would change foods that only fit into our busy schedule and that are easy for us.  After almost three weeks, I am withdrawing that statement.  God has shown me that Will is more important than a schedule.  He is the schedule and we will do what it takes to do what fits him!  God has shown us in such a short time what we have been praying for several years.  He never said parenting was easy.  He did say he would never put more on us than we could handle.  I’ve always felt blessed.  Now I feel it even more.   I know it’s not going to be easy.  I realize the cooking takes a lot of time.  But there is almost nothing more exciting than giving my children a plate of food their body needs.  I have always loved to cook for fun, now I can cook with love for my children in mind.  Alan and I haven’t full committed to the diet when we are away from our kitchen.  We are working on that.  I can tell that I do have extra energy and less stress.  I enjoy myself as a mom even more.  Most importantly, I am enjoying Will even more.  He seems more at ease and calm.  In return, giving Alan and me the time to bond with him to make good memories!  Life is good in our house now.

He showed us the way and I’m sure we will need Him all along the way of our new journey………. 

To be continued with many more Strong-“Will”ed Blessings!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Food Reactions--HELP!...for the young and old :)

I've been talking about gluten and casein and how they can really throw you or your child for a loop. We did just as they tell you NOT to do, and took James off of these proteins cold turkey.  I did not know what was happening when he began to literally climb the walls, flick the lights on and off, and try to push his sister out of the stroller--of which he had NEVER done before.  What was funny, is that it came just as fast as it went. My little tornado spun around that doctor's office (of course, it had to happen in public) like a Tasmanian devil wreaking havoc on everything in his path, then just as quickly, he was my quiet attentive boy that I had grown accustomed to having again.  I came home that day in tears, wondering what in the world was going on!  I opened one of my three trusty books that I had bought used off of Amazon right to the part that said, "Withdrawal Reactions."  You've got to be kidding, I thought.  But I had to remember that the body doesn't care whether the proteins came from an illegal syringe or from a "wholesome snack", it discerns them only as a drug, and that's how they have to be treated.

Alright, so I got through his withdrawals, thinking I had it made.  It was the beginning of my older kids' UPWARDS basketball season, and I was desperately trying to find a snack/candy/drink for James that we could buy at the game that was "legal."  Looking over the www.gfcfdiet.com website, I decided that Gatorade would be all that he could have.  So, we bought him a nice, blue, sugar-filled drink-like substance (we've come a long way!) thinking we had something safe.  I watched my little boy turn into a very happy, giggly monster, swinging madly at folks as they walked by him--something that my very stand-offish guy would have never done.  I was angry, sure that the drink must have casein!  I was ready to give the Gatorade somebodies a piece of my mind.  Then, as time went on, I saw more and more reactions coming to surface, so I started making note of each one. 

It's funny--sometimes people are warned, "You might have trouble with this, and this, and this..." But so many times I went backwards--we have trouble with these things...what in the world is it from, Lord?"  And He'd always give the answer.  I remembered the day I typed in ketchup, apples, grapes, vanilla etc. into Google, and surprisingly, came up with an extensive list and references to a diet known as the Feingold Diet.  The website had even more foods that I recognized we were having trouble with...GOLD!  Artificial colors and sweeteners are at the top of the list, then other foods based on phenolics/salicylate content, some of the healthiest food on earth.  I gave James a Granny Smith apple before a bath early on, and it was literally like I was trying to bathe a wildcat.  He ate some raisins on another occasion, and proceeded to the take a stick to a truck of one of our highly regarded friends that had stopped by to visit.  He was finally beginning to be potty trained as we worked on cleaning up his diet, but any high phenolic food would cause an accident, usually both kinds. We began to see when the "monster" would appear based on dark circles under the eyes and flaming red ears.  Jim and I didn't really need a food list: once we got the hang of it, we could see quickly which foods were giving him trouble.  I remember once going to a gastroenterology specialist at Children's during this time and being horrified because James was going bad quickly during the appointment, when I had been so careful not to give him anything...where did it come from?  I figured out the tongue depressor that the doctor used had artificial flavor on it--bad idea! It is quite an eye-opener how many places these chemicals lurk when you are working to avoid them.

Long story a little shorter--limiting the foods that were healthy on the Feingold List, and cutting out the chemicals/colors/preservatives that were poison brought us even closer to a leveled-out little boy. I've had a few folks around me use the Feingold Diet for their ADD/ADHD or trouble-with-learning kids with great success.  The actual diet follows a plan of stages, where you take foods out incrementally, then add them back in slowly.  I've found that with the greater the toxicity of the individual, the less this will work....clear as mud?  We can take high phenolic foods out of diets for months here, and try to add them in, and it seems as if we just started eliminating food the day before.  My two most metal-toxic kids at this point still have huge reactions to the Feingold foods.  My point is this: eliminating foods for life is not the answer.  The reactions to the food are SYMPTOMS of a toxicity problem.  For children with behavior problems, go low Feingold on school days so they can THINK.  The high phenolic foods can give you a huge headache, among other things. (See list below.)  Look at the website for more information. http://feingold.org/ I always long to share with people this diet and information when I see their children acting out and having problems--not because I think they are bad, and believe me, they can be verrrry bad, but because I know how horribly that child physically feels, even though they can't tell you.  Read the story of my sweet nephew, Will, and my brother and sis-in-law's experience with the Feingold Diet in the next blog entry.

ADHD, aggression, ODD, asthma, autism, bedwetting (and daywetting), depression, dyslexia, learning disability, ear infections, eczema, hives, urticaria, eye problems, headaches, migraines, IBS, OCD, seizures, sleep problems, speech problems, Tourette's syndrome, and violence.  This is a list off the website of symptoms that can be improved if not abated by implementing this diet, in conjunction with following a plan to lessen the toxic load of these kiddos (or grown-ups.)  May the Lord bless you and lead you--please let me know if you have any questions.