Rather Be Healthy

I don’t know why..

There’s something very wrong with me, I was told thirteen years ago that the symptoms I’d been having for more than five years wasn’t something I could deal with as I’d told the neurologist. I had a so called incurable disease, an autoimmune disease called multiple sclerosis. Since that day at The Rose hospital in Denver, Colorado, I’ve stood my ground as any stubborn male would do. During the first three years I didn’t have the knowledge or experience I have now, I was just determined to prove them wrong, ” it wasn’t incurable” at least I believed that didn’t apply to me. In 2007 I met and started working for Dr Hal Huggins, not someone known by the normal everyday person but to those in the world of dentistry and “alternative” medicine he was considered “The Man” and during almost four years I was privileged to study and work with him…..Sadly he died in 2015.

So getting back to my point, since my diagnosis I’ve stood tall facing the strong wind stating this horrid disease won’t beat me, “Do what you will, you’ll not beat me”, even on my weakest days I laugh in the face of adversity.

However it’s steadily making my life hell, I fall regularly, how I’ve not really damaged myself I don’t know…… At the end of the day I’m at my weakest, getting from one room to another is ridiculously difficult, the fall two days ago was bad I’m amazed I didn’t break my back… really, not an exaggeration.

There’s no one else but me, yes I talk to mum a few times each week and my fantastic sister Suzie comes over four or five times and helps so much, but for 23 hours each day it’s just me and it’s so hard to motivate and inspire myself, sometimes I really doubt myself, I don’t know why I carry on, why I don’t just end it……….

Did I get you worried then, well don’t because the person that started writing this forgot for a minute or two, he forgot it’s me writing, and me… Stefan doesn’t feel sorry for himself, he doesn’t get depressed and he certainly doesn’t give in, ok I’m back now.

Land of gullibility..

I’ve spent the majority of my life in the UK although in between the lengthy spells  here in EnglandI lived and worked in America, a large part of that was involved in the health industry. I’ll clarify that, there’s a massive difference between healthcare and what Americans pay billions of dollars to which is Sickcare..  Every working person pays a fairly large sum for what they perceive as healthcare insurance  to one of the five health insurance giants. It’s all a massive scam and big Pharma, the insurance companies and food manufacturers are raking in trillions in profit by making nutritionally bereft foods that lead to ill health which props up the health insurance and the drug companies.

Think about it, how many millions more people get cancer, heart disease, dementia and kids with ADD or ADHD. Tell me, are any of those four hereditary or contagious? Will you get one because you’re related or swap spit, contrary to what the scam artists and drug pushers tell you, the answer is a resounding no.

Why are more and more people getting these diseases if they aren’t hereditary or contagious? It’s simply because of the absolute crap they put into the foods. They put them in so they taste artificially better to you, the monosodium glutamate makes your brain tell you it wants more, an excitotoxin, then the preservatives, the herbicides and pesticides used in farming. All this on top of genetically modified crops that are alien to the body and cause havoc.

You get an allergy or get sick and see your local drug pusher masquerading as a doctor for more synthetics that cause more long term problems, they might ease a symptom but no more than that.

The title of this post is “Land of gullibility” which is what’s happening to 99.9% of people both here and the U.S. open your freaking eyes and put an end to this travesty before the only people left alive and stars of horror movies and drug company executives.

Nearly.

Yesterday was another of those days loved by the majority of people, very sunny, calm and humid, brilliant for Wimbledon whether playing or watching and I have to accept that it was very much appreciated for 65 million people in the UK. Sadly I’m not one of those because those conditions, the ones loved by most are horrible for me, the changes in my personal condition can happen in a heartbeat, I can feel fine one minute but be incapable of functional movement the next, which is very scary to say the least. Fortunately I was not fooled into thinking all was going to be ok, I knew it was going to be a hot day, even though where I live it looked dull and overcast until early afternoon. When it cleared and the sometimes elusive sun appeared in full glory I wasn’t taken by surprise, my fans were on and the bedroom and kitchen windows open so I was slightly prepared. But by around 5 pm the dreaded effects that come with heat had started. It’s frightening, to try to get up but feel so weak, I was so very nearly incapable of any coordinated movement. I had managed to put the kitchen window on the latch so it was locked but still letting heat out, then made my way to bed. The fall I had approaching my bed was almost laughable in that it looked like a sketch from a Buster Keaton or Laurel and Hardy silent movie but I made it with only my pride hurt. I know today is going to be hotter so I’m taking more precautions, I’ve opened the windows, fans on and blinds closed all before 6.15 am.

Vulnerability.

There was a time that I thought of myself as a bit of an action man, a daredevil, I could and would do things that most people wouldn’t even consider let alone try. I’ve mentioned my years Skydiving, Scuba diving, Mountain biking, Hang gliding, Rock climbing and Flying small planes, I also started training as a helicopter pilot but stopped when I ran out of money. That gives you an idea about my character and personality. I’ve owned seven motorbikes, the last was a Yamaha FZ1000 which quite literally breathed flames, it would do 0 to 60 mph in under 3 seconds and it often did with me clinging to the handlebars and gripping the tank with my thighs. But those days are gone, long gone actually but the weird thing is that in that numb thing resting on my neck there’s a part of me that seems to think I’m the same person. Ok yes I’m still Stefan, the person that could jump tall buildings and thought he was made of steel, but I seem to ignore how fragile I am now and can’t accept my vulnerability. I suppose it could be that I will not accept my current situation as a done deal, the thrill seeker in me isn’t done yet, as they say “it ain’t over till the fat lady sings” and her lips have been super glued.

Feeling good.

You have to understand that me feeling good is a rare but good thing and on the days it happens it would be easy to just enjoy the lack of pain and ease of mobility in comparison to previous days. But that’s not how I am, I have an inquisitive mind especially when it comes to me and the shitbag that squats in my body.. Yes the MS.

So on the days like today, or this morning at least I try to piece together the changes that have taken place and the cumulative additions that have been influential. So that gives you an idea of what’s going through my mind every, yes every moment I’m awake. I did have an hour soak in my magnesium chloride bath yesterday and I know it has a positive influence on what’s happening in me, but I don’t think that it was that alone, I’ve been taking megadoses of the lipospheric vitamin C over the past week or so. My thoughts based on how I’m feeling, what I’m doing and taking daily is that something is working, I’m not allowing my body to succumb to the 24/7 battering I get so I see this as winning the battle. I have to be strong and determined, I have to stay focussed, this battle has been on going for more than 150,000 hours but the half scouser, half German in me is a strong, determined never give in person.

Dr Grube picked me up from the airport and took me to her practice, it was after 7pm but the staff had stayed behind so I could have all the necessary x-rays prior to the surgery the next day. After the full mouth series of x-rays Dr Grube took me to the motel and spent some time preparing me for what was about to happen the next day.
The next day was Wednesday and I had 7 hours of dental work done, my amalgam fillings were all replaced with a bio compatible material in the first three and a half hour sitting, the next three and a half was to remove my wisdom teeth and clean out a cavitation in number 19 on the bottom left of my jaw.
Because she used conscious sedation I didn’t experience any pain whatsoever, in fact that evening back at the motel I didn’t even need a pain killer. I went to a local restaurant and ate soup followed by yogurt.
I had no dentistry the next day, that was so important as it would enable my immune system to recover, then on the Friday I was quite nervous as I knew I was about to have my front six teeth removed, but Dr Grube was so gentle with me, the conscious sedation was applied intravenously before the anaesthesia, so no needles in my gums, well they were but I didn’t see them which I can assure you was far less traumatic.
When I awoke three and a half hours later, I felt a little strange, as in I noticed I didn’t have teeth in the front of my mouth however there was no pain at that time. I was taken upstairs to see the massage therapist who made me feel a lot better. Acupressure and massage reintroduce the muscles and nerves in your body that had lost sensation over the years since I’d contracted MS.
When I returned to the motel the discomfort and pain were starting to set in, Dr Grube’s husband, a chiropractor and herbalist had given me some herbs and botanical’s to help. That night was a bad night for me, I felt very alone, thousands of miles from home and no one to help or comfort me. I closed the curtains and took one percocet for the pain which in all honesty was really bad. I made ice packs by crushing ice an wrapping it in a wet towel which I placed over my jaw. As I was alone I had to replace this every 20 minutes which was a pain in the butt. I’d rest or at least try to, then twenty minutes later get up and refresh the ice pack. I didn’t sleep much at all that night but I kept telling myself that it was only temporary and that in a short while I’d be a lot better.
The following day was a little better for me, the manager of the hotel had put a fridge in my room and stocked it with lots of yogurt as he knew I wasn’t able to eat anything solid, he was a good man, in fact all the staff were very helpful at the Hampton Inn.
During my surgeries on both days I had 25g’s and 50g’s of intravenous Vitamin C, this made a massive difference to my potential healing. I have to point out that this was given over a 3.5 and 4.5 hr period, the Vitamin C is essential and has to be given over at least this time or the body will not absorb the Vitamin C.
The following week, I remained in Scranton to have intravenous Vit-C each day, also my six tooth partial would be fitted on Thursday. I definitely felt a little strange not having teeth in the front of my mouth. On Thursday evening, the partial was fitted, I was very pleased, then, Dr Grube and her husband took me out for dinner, it felt so good to have solid food.
I flew back to Colorado on Saturday.
Getting back to work on Monday felt good, although I was happy that I’d had the surgery and what it could potentially do for me, I needed to be back at work, talking with, and trying to help others. That might sound strange but I loved what I did for work, it was incredibly fulfilling for me knowing that every day I had an opportunity to make a positive change in someone’s life.

Positivity.

I think everyone at some point in their lives goes through highs and lows, it might be the elation felt seeing your beautiful new born baby for the first time or landing an incredibly well paid job making you feel incredibly good. The reverse could happen and we’ve all had them, when it does it’s very easy to experience overwhelming downs that unless something amazing happens are very difficult to climb out from.

My life in the past has seen no more than anyone else, I’ve not had better or worse luck than anyone else, it just was what it was…. That was worded specifically, was not is…..  After I was diagnosed with MS I had to look at my life in a very different way, I started working for Dr Hal Huggins and spent a lot of time studying his work. I was able to gain a massive amount of experience in the complexities of how the body works and there’s no doubt that’s helped me personally cope with the everyday problems physically.

But MS is a horrendous disease, it breaks neurological connections in the brain preventing normal brain to muscle interactions and disrupts bodily functions, what is absolutely normal and very basic to healthy people are extremely difficult or nigh on impossible to me..

My time with Dr Huggins taught me a great deal and helped me to look and think outside of the box and for that I will always be grateful, however there’s a part of me that that is integral to what is happening to me. My mind, my attitude, my mental strength owes nothing to who I’ve met, worked with or things I’ve done, I honestly believe I will succeed in completely changing my life, my health and wealth. That is happening and that’s because I was born in Liverpool, I was one of seven kids living in a time two up two down house, we had nothing in the way of luxuries, but what we did have, what we do have is an incredible mother and that’s the reason I have an unbreakable will and  blessed with undying positivity.