I took the original shingles vaccine. I did not take the new and improved one, as my cousin did and wound up in the hospital after the second one. At one point in my life, I was reading my medical chart. I'd had a few problems, nothing really major. But the person in that chart, wow! That person had health problems! That's what they do. I don't do the investigative procedures. I don't take the vaccines. I have adopted the mentality people used to have, that going to the hospital is a death sentence.
So so so sorry. I was encouraged to get the shingles jab by my "doctor" husband, at the time....never helped, still get outbreaks at any sign of "stress". I'm 74 now - totally anti-vax now and always will be. Reading that article is like watching The Truman Show - we all march along to the tune of Big Pharma - it's like a machine, no questions asked. How sad this all is. I'm a retired Pediatric RN and I'm deeply embarrassed that I chose that profession and never saw through its nefarious reality. The world needs to wake up, and thankfully many of us are!
My relationship with the medical industry follows these maxims:
1) If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
2) When in doubt, don’t.
3) If you’re looking for problems, you’re likely to find them.
The result? I stay away from doctors. I listen to the wisdom of my body, and do what it tells me
My health is my responsibility to manage. I do that by giving my body what it needs to thrive: nutritious food I prepare for myself. Daily exercise. A good night’s sleep. Activities that provide stimulation and living as stress-free as possible. This works for me because I’ve allowed my body to do what it was designed to do without constant interference through medicalization.
I was not able to keep my mother (nor sisters or bros-in-law or nephews) from the bioweapon vaxxes. One bro-in-law died of shot-shot-boosted. I was/still am NOT ALLOWED to speak to either sister (from early 2020 when I began raising a bit of hell!) about the poisons across the medical fields. "I'll do what my doctor tells me."
I had to fight my own VA doc, EVERY TIME I went in (every six months; blood tests, "how are you? fine. see you in six months." She kept pushing me to get the Shingrix shot. "I don't NEED it: ever heard of post-virus LIFE-LONG immunity?! I HAD shingles after I had covid!" After the 4th-5th time when she pushed shingrix again, I leaned in and said, low and VERY GRIMLY: "Not for love. Or money. OR AT THE POINT OF A GUN!" (She has never asked again, so was apparently educable to some small degree...)
But -- oh, this story was heart-wrenching... The pull between, 'do I help the ortho-docs SHORTEN my mom's life to free her' as against 'HOW can shorten her life'?! I had my mom in a home near me for her last 6 mos. (Quite demented, the poor thing: as she declined, she finally came to recognized me only as that "nice woman who came to see her every day!" And that had to suffice!) (I came every day so the STAFF was on notice that I was watching here closely! So sad that so many others didn't GET family visitors much, if at all that I ever saw!)
I had FINALLY gotten her out from under the -- granted, good and helpful --caretakers my sister had for her. But when the LAPD picked her up at 9 pm, out walking in Van Nuys (NOT a good neighborhood) and she told them she was "going to a friend's birthday party." No. No, she wasn't!!) The POLICE (and LA Social Services) 'got after' my sister -- and of course I had raised enough hell that she finally agreed I was going to bring mom to Georgia where I could lock her in a care home and protect her!! (I even got a CALL from the LAPD saying my sister told them I was coming to get her, and was that true. Good on them!)
My chiropractor laughed -- and wrote down so she could remember -- one of my fav sayings:
"Life is a sexually transmitted, terminal illness." {shrug} Joy and sorrow.
As a preamble, I turned my back on Western medicine many years ago. Would only use it for trauma or acute issues out of my grasp. Also learned I only have control of me. It’s sad how when someone gets scared they head for the doctor.
Anyways, very real story you have written. Filled me with dread after the first few paragraphs. How many children would slowly poison their parents? Take away their quality of life? Yet that is the gist of the story. That damn blind trust in the Rockefeller medical system.
All goes back to OT times when the people demanded an earthly king. Gave their God given autonomy away and for what?
The day is coming and God is no respecter of persons.
He has blessed you with wisdom and a desire to share it. Thank you☺️
Yet, they help you figure out how you, your parents, and your children are going to go on. Use-ta-be - children grew up with granny and great-granny in the house or next door. They had baby sibs to learn about life at both ends. They KNEW way more about life and death that anyone today...
Sorrow isn't FUN -- but it is one way to learn. And NOT learning doesn't protect anyone from grief and joy, sorrow and relief.
Great story, as always. My heart hurts for all my and others' ignorance. I opted out of the allopathic model, pharmaceuticals and screenings years ago. I tried to steer my mom away from it before she died of polypharmacy and the CDC schedule. It was useless. Her doctor knew better. The office called to schedule another shot while I sat with the funeral director. My mother-in-law with dementia, in a memory care home, now has me as her POA. I've said no to everything. She's an 86yr old with zero meds and zero shots but I was unable to direct her care before the damage was done.
I took the original shingles vaccine. I did not take the new and improved one, as my cousin did and wound up in the hospital after the second one. At one point in my life, I was reading my medical chart. I'd had a few problems, nothing really major. But the person in that chart, wow! That person had health problems! That's what they do. I don't do the investigative procedures. I don't take the vaccines. I have adopted the mentality people used to have, that going to the hospital is a death sentence.
I had a dear friend who believed in “vaccines”. But, there was a vaccine that she did not want to take. Shingles.
My friend had a new baby in the extended family and wanted to meet the little baby.
Well, the Mom insisted my friend take the shot to see the baby.
My dear friend “got” shingles not long AFTER taking the shot and seeing the baby.
My friend became so ill and never recovered.
She died three months later.
I'm sorry for your loss. I have learned to distrust most doctors. And if someone wants me to take a vaccine for them, they are out of my life.
So so so sorry. I was encouraged to get the shingles jab by my "doctor" husband, at the time....never helped, still get outbreaks at any sign of "stress". I'm 74 now - totally anti-vax now and always will be. Reading that article is like watching The Truman Show - we all march along to the tune of Big Pharma - it's like a machine, no questions asked. How sad this all is. I'm a retired Pediatric RN and I'm deeply embarrassed that I chose that profession and never saw through its nefarious reality. The world needs to wake up, and thankfully many of us are!
My relationship with the medical industry follows these maxims:
1) If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
2) When in doubt, don’t.
3) If you’re looking for problems, you’re likely to find them.
The result? I stay away from doctors. I listen to the wisdom of my body, and do what it tells me
My health is my responsibility to manage. I do that by giving my body what it needs to thrive: nutritious food I prepare for myself. Daily exercise. A good night’s sleep. Activities that provide stimulation and living as stress-free as possible. This works for me because I’ve allowed my body to do what it was designed to do without constant interference through medicalization.
Perfect! Keep doing what you are doing! Bravo!
Crying crying crying. What a trade-off!
I was not able to keep my mother (nor sisters or bros-in-law or nephews) from the bioweapon vaxxes. One bro-in-law died of shot-shot-boosted. I was/still am NOT ALLOWED to speak to either sister (from early 2020 when I began raising a bit of hell!) about the poisons across the medical fields. "I'll do what my doctor tells me."
I had to fight my own VA doc, EVERY TIME I went in (every six months; blood tests, "how are you? fine. see you in six months." She kept pushing me to get the Shingrix shot. "I don't NEED it: ever heard of post-virus LIFE-LONG immunity?! I HAD shingles after I had covid!" After the 4th-5th time when she pushed shingrix again, I leaned in and said, low and VERY GRIMLY: "Not for love. Or money. OR AT THE POINT OF A GUN!" (She has never asked again, so was apparently educable to some small degree...)
But -- oh, this story was heart-wrenching... The pull between, 'do I help the ortho-docs SHORTEN my mom's life to free her' as against 'HOW can shorten her life'?! I had my mom in a home near me for her last 6 mos. (Quite demented, the poor thing: as she declined, she finally came to recognized me only as that "nice woman who came to see her every day!" And that had to suffice!) (I came every day so the STAFF was on notice that I was watching here closely! So sad that so many others didn't GET family visitors much, if at all that I ever saw!)
I had FINALLY gotten her out from under the -- granted, good and helpful --caretakers my sister had for her. But when the LAPD picked her up at 9 pm, out walking in Van Nuys (NOT a good neighborhood) and she told them she was "going to a friend's birthday party." No. No, she wasn't!!) The POLICE (and LA Social Services) 'got after' my sister -- and of course I had raised enough hell that she finally agreed I was going to bring mom to Georgia where I could lock her in a care home and protect her!! (I even got a CALL from the LAPD saying my sister told them I was coming to get her, and was that true. Good on them!)
My chiropractor laughed -- and wrote down so she could remember -- one of my fav sayings:
"Life is a sexually transmitted, terminal illness." {shrug} Joy and sorrow.
As a preamble, I turned my back on Western medicine many years ago. Would only use it for trauma or acute issues out of my grasp. Also learned I only have control of me. It’s sad how when someone gets scared they head for the doctor.
Anyways, very real story you have written. Filled me with dread after the first few paragraphs. How many children would slowly poison their parents? Take away their quality of life? Yet that is the gist of the story. That damn blind trust in the Rockefeller medical system.
All goes back to OT times when the people demanded an earthly king. Gave their God given autonomy away and for what?
The day is coming and God is no respecter of persons.
He has blessed you with wisdom and a desire to share it. Thank you☺️
These stories are too sad to read.
Yet, they help you figure out how you, your parents, and your children are going to go on. Use-ta-be - children grew up with granny and great-granny in the house or next door. They had baby sibs to learn about life at both ends. They KNEW way more about life and death that anyone today...
Sorrow isn't FUN -- but it is one way to learn. And NOT learning doesn't protect anyone from grief and joy, sorrow and relief.
I like all your publications. I wish the topic was made clear without need ing to read several paragraphs.
Great story, as always. My heart hurts for all my and others' ignorance. I opted out of the allopathic model, pharmaceuticals and screenings years ago. I tried to steer my mom away from it before she died of polypharmacy and the CDC schedule. It was useless. Her doctor knew better. The office called to schedule another shot while I sat with the funeral director. My mother-in-law with dementia, in a memory care home, now has me as her POA. I've said no to everything. She's an 86yr old with zero meds and zero shots but I was unable to direct her care before the damage was done.
That is so effing sad!