Sunday, November 15, 2015

Ben Ordained Deacon

Ben was ordained a Deacon today by this loving group of men.


 

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Service by Bekah

 

My sweet little girl Rebekah Ward told me I had to leave the kitchen for an hour this afternoon. She surprised me by washing all of the dishes and left a "Service smiley face note" above the sink. Thanks Bekah for such a kind surprise and Wendy Thomas for the lesson in church today on service.




Saturday, October 31, 2015

First Patient In Diabetes Trial No Longer Needs Insulin Therapy

 First patient in diabetes trial no longer needs insulin therapy

A transplant of insulin-producing islet cells has the patient's body naturally creating the hormone responsible for managing glucose in the blood.

By
Stephen Feller
BioHub trial patient Wendy Peacock is now free of insulin injections since an experimental islet replacement surgery in August. Peacock stands with, from left, Diabetes Research Institute Foundation President and CEO Joshua Rednik, DRI director Dr. Camillo Ricordi, and Dr. Rodolfo Alejandro, director of clinical islet transplantation, at the institute. Photo by Diabetes Research Institute Foundation
BioHub trial patient Wendy Peacock is now free of insulin injections since an experimental islet replacement surgery in August. Peacock stands with, from left, Diabetes Research Institute Foundation President and CEO Joshua Rednik, DRI director Dr. Camillo Ricordi, and Dr. Rodolfo Alejandro, director of clinical islet transplantation, at the institute. Photo by Diabetes Research Institute Foundation

MIAMI, Sept. 10 (UPI) -- The first patient to receive therapeutic delivery of islet cells in a new diabetes study no longer needs insulin therapy to control type 1 diabetes, according to doctors at the University of Miami's Diabetes Research Institute.

The patient, Wendy Peacock, 43, has been giving herself insulin injections to control diabetes since she was diagnosed with the condition at age 17. Since she had the minimally-invasive procedure on August 18, Peacock has been off insulin, because her body is producing it naturally, and she no longer has the dietary restrictions that accompany type 1 diabetes.

Type 1 diabetes is caused by inadvertent destruction of insulin-producing islet cells in the pancreas by the immune system. While previous experimental treatments that involved the replacement of these cells has allowed patients to live without the need for insulin-replacement therapy for up to a decade, the goal is for better delivery of the cells to make the surgical treatment permanent -- effectively curing the condition.

"The technique has been designed to minimize the inflammatory reaction that is normally observed when islets are implanted in the liver or in other sites with immediate contact to the blood," said Dr. Camillo Ricordi, director of the DRI and a professor of biomedical engineering, microbiology, and immunology at the University of Miami, in a press release. "If these results can be confirmed, this can be the beginning of a new era in islet transplantation. Our ultimate goal is to include additional technologies to prevent the need for life-long anti-rejection therapy."

Infusing patients with islet cells as a treatment for diabetes is not a new idea, however researchers at UM said keeping these cells alive and functioning to moderate blood glucose levels has been difficult. These cells are generally injected into the liver, which is not the most conducive for the survival of the new cells, often rendering the treatment temporary and limiting its use to patients with severe cases of type 1 diabetes.

With Peacock, doctors used a new method of injection, by delivering the cells to the omentum, a tissue that covers the abdominal organs, with a biodegradable scaffolding. The scaffold is made by combining patient's blood with thrombin, a chemical used to control bleeding during surgery. The two substances form a gel-like material that sticks to the omentum and keeps the islets in place.

The gel is absorbed by the body over time, leaving the islet cells in place while new blood vessels form and send oxygen and nutrients to them so they can do their job. Anti-rejection therapy is currently used with patients, including Peacock, to help the body accept the cells over the long term

"She is like a nondiabetic person but requires antirejection drugs," Ricordi told the Miami Herald. "When you can do it without antisuppression, then it's a cure."

Attempting the transplant in the omentum, rather than the liver, is one part of the DRI's clinical trial to create the BioHub, a medical platform that would allow for doctors to treat diabetes to the point of cure while easily manipulating the treatment when necessary.

"As any type 1 knows, you live on a very structured schedule," Peacock said. "I do a mental checklist every day in my head -- glucose tabs, food, glucometer, etc. -- and then I stop and say, 'WOW! I don't have to plan that anymore.'"

"It's surreal to me," she said, "I'm still processing the fact that I'm not taking insulin anymore."

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Larry's Mycotoxin Test Results

 We have received some of the happiest news that we have received in a long time. After 22 pancreatic attacks & 16 hospital stays and 2 1/2 years of fighting for Larry's life, we have finally received the test results that we have been working towards. His mycotoxin (mold poison) test finally came back negative! He has been able to return to work full-time and we are finally able to live a relatively normal (if that is possible with 7 children) life once again. We are so grateful to God and all of the angels who came to our rescue during this very difficult time in our lives and we are doing the "happy dance" at our house!!!

Monday, July 6, 2015

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Welcome to Holland

 WELCOME TO HOLLAND

by
Emily Perl Kingsley


I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Fabry Family Toxic Mold Experience

This is one of the closest stories I have found that mimics what our family has been through over the past couple of years. I have come to love Andrea and thank God for placing her in our lives during one of the most trying experiences we have ever been through. I have to agree with her that the real healing journey is bringing us closer to God.

Timeline of Events

The following timeline, written by momsAWARE founder and president Andrea Fabry, chronicles the Fabry family's experience with toxic mold exposure and also details the events that occurred during the year after they vacated their Colorado home. 
 

· June 2000 Chris, myself, and our 8 children move from a small 1800-square-foot home in suburban Chicago to an expansive, relatively new 5500-square-foot home in Monument, Colorado. We choose Colorado for its beauty and close proximity to Chris’ writing colleagues.

· June 2001 through May 2007 Our 9th child, Brandon James, is born in June of 2001. We begin to see some medical issues arise. Our oldest daughter develops a severe nut allergy. Our 4th daughter is diagnosed with complex partial seizure disorder. Other issues arise in the family, such as mild hearing loss, heavy menstrual bleeding, rashes, nickel allergies, swollen adenoids, and a dog with diabetes. We make no association with our home.

· April 2007 Our 11-year-old son, Reagan, has skin biopsy for mysterious rash in the form of small bumps on his elbows and other joints. Dermatologist cannot diagnose the cause.

· May 9, 2007 (the day before Mother’s Day) In the process of preparing for carpets to be cleaned in our downstairs, I notice a brown spot in the corner of our oldest daughter's room. It is located directly behind a bathroom. After uncovering the spot and cutting into the wall we discover black mold. We learn much later that cutting into the wall caused the spores to be released, thereby putting the family at risk. We call a mold remediation team to diagnose and treat it. They do not wear masks and do not ventilate the contaminated air. They assure us there is no risk or danger. We believe them.

(14 months later I would read this: Remediators who are not wearing any face, mouth, hand, or body protection in the midst of visible mold or moldy odors are untrained and should be asked to leave. You will be hurt by their lack of training. From the book "Your Guide to Mold Toxins" by James Schaller, M.D. and Gary Rosen, Ph.D.)

· June 26, 2007 (7 weeks from the date of exposure) Our 7-year-old son, Colin, is diagnosed with Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes. Research suggests a "toxic trigger" for onset. Colin slept in a room with little to no ventilation, which could explain his predisposition to diabetes (with toxic fumes in the home). His adenoids became swollen soon after moving to Colorado. "Usually, enlargement of the gland indicates increased working of the gland, i.e. reaction towards the disease or infective agents (bacteria or viruses or fungi)." With no family history and little experience with medical issues, we are launched into a new world.

· July 2007 We learn from our insurance company that slow leaks and/or mold are not covered.

· September 11, 2007 Reagan calls from school to say his ear is ringing. I take him to a top neurotologist in Colorado Springs.

· October 1, 2007 Reagan’s ringing is debilitating. MRI and blood work scheduled.

· November 1, 2007 Reagan wakes up dizzy. A few days later he is up all night with vertigo and vomiting. His last day of 6th grade will prove to be October 31.

· November 6, 2007 We seek a second opinion at Children’s Hospital in Denver. Because of the severity of the vertigo attacks we are admitted to the Emergency Room. The senior neurologist determines there is nothing neurologically wrong. ENT doctors at the hospital are mystified.

· November 10, 2007 As the violent vertigo continues, the neurotologist gives the diagnosis of Meniere’s Disease and performs shunt surgery. Reagan recovers well and begins vestibular rehabilitation as walking has become labored and difficult.

· November 22, 2007 Vertigo returns with a vengeance. Phenergan and valium are prescribed. We are now carrying Reagan as his balance is clearly disturbed.

· November 28, 2007 Reagan is admitted to the hospital for an injection of gentamiacin with the hope of killing the 8th nerve on the left side. Following surgery he is admitted to the rehabilitation unit at Memorial Hospital, as he is only able to walk with the help of a walker. His balance is restored on day 7. He is perpetually dizzy and crying at night, the dizziness is so intense. The rehab people seem mystified that he is chronically dizzy. Rehab doctor assumes it must be psychological.

· December 7, 2007 Reagan comes home from the hospital. Vertigo comes back within days. Perpetually dizzy 24 hours a day. Awake until 2 a.m. most nights until exhaustion overtakes him. I have to hold him and sing to him until he finally falls asleep.

· December 21, 2007 Second gentamiacin injection. Outpatient surgery.

· December 22, 2007 Vertigo intensifies.

· December 25, 2007 Christmas. Reagan is terribly dizzy. Bangs his head against the couch to try to get rid of it. He’s trying to cope with the lack of progress.

· January 3, 2008 The neurotologist says Reagan needs tough love. I sense there is nothing more he can do.

· January 2008 Our son with diabetes (now 8 years old) continues to complain of headaches and blurred vision. Says he is seeing double. After ruling out complications from diabetes, glasses are prescribed.

· January 2008 I notice unusual rashes on our 6-year-old son, Brandon.

· January 2008 I call an environmental hygienist in Denver and talk with him at length about my children’s illnesses and the mold remediation in May. He does not believe the illnesses are related to last year’s exposure. He is aware only of respiratory illnesses related to mold. He says we would be wasting our money to have our air tested. He comments on the fact that the remediation team wore no masks. He calls it poor business practice and unprofessional.

· February 2008 Our 10-year-old daughter Kaitlyn continues to complain of headaches, double vision, and dizziness. She has difficulty riding in the car. The optometrist diagnoses her with convergence insufficiency and diplopia. I take her for 3 other opinions including an ophthalmologist, who concurs. All agree she needs vision therapy. We begin a home therapy program for Kaitlyn. She is clearly debilitated and asking to come home after just 3 hours of school.

· February 13, 2008 VNG testing for Reagan shows the left ear has recovered to almost normal caloric activity. This is amazing in light of the toxicity of the drug gentamiacin. Meniere’s Disease appears unlikely. Reagan’s hearing in the left ear returns to the level it was on Sept. 11th. Denver neurotologist introduces the idea of migraine. I feel a need to pursue another opinion as this is a brand new idea.

· March 3, 2008 Through an e-mail to the University of Michigan, the head of the vestibular department at the Mayo Clinic hears about Reagan and calls me. Tells us that we created a separate vestibular disorder with the gentamiacin and we are in truth dealing with vestibular migraine with some adult presentation. We begin periactin and watch for trigger foods and other common migraine issues including weather changes and light sensitivity. His vertigo begins to make sense. But we are still not linking any of this to the mold exposure in May.

· March 2008 Colin complains of abdominal pain. A stomach X-ray shows that something is clearly creating a disturbance in his intestine.

· March 2008 Kaitlyn worsens. We begin vision therapy in Denver in hopes that the convergence issue will resolve and her symptoms will dissipate.

· March 2008 Our 17-year-old son Ryan’s acne has become severe. He has had chronic cold/sinus congestion/sore throat since February.

· April 2008 Kaitlyn is unable to return to school. Her motion sickness and vertigo are escalating. We see a dramatic shift in her personality. She is negative and irritable. She lies on the floor many nights and says she wants to die. The vision therapist notices a major head tilt in Kaitlyn. Suggests that there may be more going on than the convergence issue. Advises us to see a chiropractor.

· April 2008 Colin complains of numbness in his right hand. He has significant rashes on both hands. The blurry vision and headaches continue. The abdominal pain continues. He cries at night, asking if he will feel like this forever since diabetes is forever. We see a gastrointestinal specialist. He suggests stress but agrees to do further testing. Colin leaves school early most days.

· April 2008 Our 6-year-old son, Brandon, complains of blurry vision and abdominal pain. His teacher sends home a note saying he appears to be urinating frequently. Brandon is diagnosed with dysfunctional voiding. Stomach X-ray shows he is constipated.

· April 2008 I become extremely fatigued. Develop ringing in both ears. I assume this is due to stress of these last 11 months. I also begin to notice some memory issues but dismiss it quickly.

· April 2008 A pediatric neurologist at Children’s Hospital in Denver skeptically prescribes topomax for Reagan’s migranious vertigo. With no family history of migraine he expresses disbelief that a child can be dizzy 24 hours a day. With the lack of support I decide to pursue alternative/natural care. Reagan is suffering with each weather change. Because of this and Kaitlyn’s head tilt, I consider a chiropractor with a head/neck specialty.

· April 25, 2008 I reach the point of desperation and despair. Chris is doing his best to continue to pay the mounting bills. 3 children are out of school completely and are not improving. I determine to see a chiropractor with the specialty of orthospinology. As I would come to learn, orthospinology focuses on the atlas bone and its intersection with the spinal column. Misalignment inhibits the brain from sending its messages to the body, creating neurological/immune system issues. One of the primary causes of misalignment is toxic exposure.

· May 10, 2008 (the day before Mother’s day) Colin notices discoloration in his ceiling. Unaware of the dangers of mold exposure, we cut into the floor area around the master bedroom shower area and notice a mold-like substance. Assuming there is no connection with our children's illnesses from the previous mold, we call the same remediation team. They begin work the same day.

· May 16, 2008 I become increasingly uncomfortable with the remediation process. The workmen still wear no masks. Black mold is visible in the room where we are sleeping. The owner of a second remediation company comes to review the work. He is shocked at the fan which is re-circulating contaminated air through the house. There is no ventilation and black mold is clearly exposed. We call the hygienist and schedule air sampling for the following Tuesday. We tell the remediation company to remove their equipment immediately. They assure us our air in the affected areas is the cleanest in the house. Once again we hear from the insurance company that mold and slow leaks are not covered.

· May 2008 Reagan is suffering massive nosebleeds each night.

· May 2008 Chris experiences numbness in his right hand and lower arm.

· May 21, 2008 Following atlas adjustment, Colin becomes feverish and gray in color. He begins vomiting. His fever climbs to 104 degrees. Visibly shaking. Diarrhea begins. This continues for the next 4 days. There is black substance with each bowel movement. By the 5th day his abdominal pain has subsided. The numbness is gone and his vision has improved.

· May 22, 2008 The hygienist calls with the results of our air samples. The lower level of the home has a reading of 120 mold spores. The count outside our house is 790. The count in the boys’ room is 293,000. 207,000 of these spores are stachybotrys. 86,000 of these spores are the type chaetomium. The count in our master bedroom is 321,987. 250,000 are stachybotrys. 71,000 are chaetomium. The hygienist indicates he has never seen counts this high in either residential or commercial structures. The mold in this area of the house is significantly less than the area downstairs which was improperly remediated last year. The magnitude of last year’s exposure has to be much greater.

· May 22, 2008 We call for an emergency remediation. The new remediation team recommended by the hygienist contains the affected areas and seals off the rooms by midnight. They are in full protective wear. We schedule carpet steam cleaning throughout the house, and vent disinfection for the next week. Our clothing, linens, and bedding are put in sealed bags and are later disposed of. Neither the hygienist nor the remediation team suggest vacating the house.

· June 2008 Brandon’s rashes diminish following the remediation. His frequent urination is improving. I learn that frequent urination can be a sign of a low MSH (Melanocyte Stimulating Hormone). Dr. James Schaller writes, "The most common cause of a very low MSH in my patients is exposure to biotoxins."

· July 2008 I begin extensive research on the subject of Toxic Black Mold Syndrome. I read this on the website Mold-Help.org:
"The most dangerous mold strains are: Chaetomium (pronounced Kay-toe-MEE-yum) and Stachybotrys chartarum (pronounced Stack-ee-BOT-ris Shar-TAR-um) as they have been proven to produce demylenating mycotoxins among others, meaning they can lead to autoimmune disease. Under certain growth and environmental conditions, both of these fungi release toxic, microscopic spores and several types of mycotoxins that can cause the worst symptoms which are usually irreversible such as neurological and immunological damage."

· July 2008 We continue taking de-toxifying supplements. I read about the prescription medication Cholestyramine which has been proven to successfully bind biotoxins. I consider blood testing as outlined in "Your Guide to Mold Toxins." But with the children improving, I decide to wait.

· August 14, 2008 The children return to school. 2 of the children become sick the first week with cold symptoms. This is disturbing but I assume it is their compromised immune systems.

· August 18, 2008 I obtain Colin’s blood tests from May 5. I look for evidence of toxic exposure. His Gliadin IgG f is high: a level of 105.6. Anything higher than 55 indicates positive, anti-gliadin IgG antibodies which can occur after indoor mold exposure.

· September 18, 2008 Colin gets a palate expander due to the mouth breathing that developed from the swollen adenoids.

· September 29, 2008 I study Reagan’s blood tests from October 1, 2007 to search for clues to mold exposure as the cause for his hearing loss and tinnitus. (Vertigo had not set in at the time of these blood tests. They were taken 4 months after initial exposure.) His Hgb level was elevated at the time as was his Alk Phos level, which was elevated to 309 with the healthy range 37-250. In addition, his Potassium level was low and C-ANCA level was equivocal for antibodies, and a re-test was suggested by the lab but not ordered by the neurotologist.

· September 2008 Our dog Pippen seems unusually sick. His eyes are redder than they have ever been. Brandon becomes sick again with cold symptoms. I notice my tongue is black, my foot joints hurt, and 3 bumps appear on my right hand 2nd knuckle. I take Ryan to the doctor for a herpes-like rash around his mouth. Brandon’s rashes are back, as are Colin’s hand rashes. Colin’s blood sugars become elevated.

· October 4, 2008 I seek the counsel of a toxicologist due to recurring symptoms. He explains the seriousness of the 320,000 spore count and explains that mold hides behind walls and in crawl spaces. He advises us to vacate the home. We leave Saturday night at 8:45 pm.

· October 5, 2008 Chris and I conference call with toxicologist and leading environmental physician Dr. Michael Gray. They explain the seriousness of the spore count and the bacteria which synergize with the mold spores creating a general contamination in the home. We throw away all remaining clothing and begin the process of creating a new, clean, environment.

· October 25, 2008 Colin’s previous symptoms reappear. We wonder about re-contamination of the new environment. The toxicologist suggests chemical sensitivity. This commonly occurs in individuals exposed to high levels of mold. The de-toxifying capability of the body is compromised and therefore is unable to cope with normal, everyday toxins such as pesticides, fragrances, carpet chemicals, etc.

· October 29, 2008 Colin’s symptoms intensify. He complains of headaches, numbness in his hands and feet, pain in his chest and abdomen. He writes in his journal that he is the sickest boy in the world and there will never be anyone who can help him. His hands are bloody from the rashes. I call the toxicologist once again. He suggests bacteria from our contaminated house may have colonized in his nasal cavities and digestive track. X-ray reveals mass in his upper left nasal cavity. We intensify probiotic and immune boosting supplements.

· November 2008 Reagan continues to suffer from migraine headaches, chronic dizziness, sore throats, and nosebleeds. Ryan still struggles with his rash. Kaitlyn asks to leave school due to headaches. Brandon complains of dizziness and nausea. I am struggling with memory loss and depression as well as compromised ability to multi-task. I sense the need to seek medical help through Dr. Michael Gray in Benson, Arizona.

· December 3, 2008 First appointment with Dr. Gray. UV light shows numerous fungal colonies on Colin and Reagan’s bodies. He finds polyps in their nasal cavities. He explains more about the reality of our mold exposure and long-term effects. I begin to think about relocating to Arizona to have the other children seen and begin the intensive treatment protocol.

· December 2008 Our 3 oldest daughters begin to connect their long term symptoms with the mold exposure. All of them lived in the home at some point during and after the first remediation. Connections are made with symptoms beginning as far back as 2000. Symptoms include: mood disorders, thyroid issues, anemia, memory loss, depression, inability to focus, rashes, sore throats, endometriosis, hair loss, and more.

· January 2009 5 of the children and myself begin intensive treatment in Arizona. 2 more children join us mid-January. All 11 of us test positive for the presence of aflatoxins.

· February 1, 2009 Chris drives a U-Haul full of mattresses and radio equipment to Tucson. We move into a furnished rental home with the hope of recovering as a family. Within hours we have trouble breathing. Several of us develop rashes and Brandon has 3 nosebleeds. Something is wrong with the home.

· February 2, 2009 Most of us sleep outside. We hear from the owner that pesticides were recently used for termites. We vacate the home and flee to a nearby hotel. We begin a search for a safe home free of pesticides and mold.

· February 16, 2009 We move into a tiny 3-bedroom home in a remote area of Tucson. The home is new and never been sprayed. We buy air mattresses. 7 of us sleep in one room. We begin again.

· February 17, 2009 We begin the regimen of nasal sprays, supplements, diet changes, and exercise. We consider staying in Arizona for another year.

· August 14, 2009 We move into a larger 4-bedroom home, determined to continue the rigorous work required to recover.

· September 15, 2009 We receive mold testing results which show the house is clear and safe for our family. We did thorough testing upon learning of numerous plumbing/mold issues in the neighborhood.

· October 4, 2009 We "celebrate" our one-year anniversary of vacating our home. We reflect as a family on our progress and our remaining health issues.

Mold Story in Michigan

 

Posted at 11:24 PM, Sep 14, 2015

MONTAGUE, Mich. – The house that Colleen Weesies described as her family's "dream" has turned into what she now calls her family's nightmare.

After mold was discovered inside walls on all three levels of their home, the Weesies have had to uproot their lives and move into their garage and two in their driveway.

“Frankly, I almost wish we had never moved here,” said Brad Weesies.

The family moved 10 years ago to be closer to Brad’s job. And the home sits directly across the street from the home where Brad grew up. The first sign of trouble came in the first renovation when the family tore up some carpet in the basement. “When we pulled it up, the pad was completely black,” said Colleen. “We just thought, Oh, it’s wet. We need to get this out of here. We didn’t think anything of it.”

A later renovation to the main floor bathroom revealed more signs of mold and the cause of the problem. “We did see little black rings,” said Brad. “We just assumed it was a common mold you spray and take care of.”

But it wasn’t.

The family was dealing with black toxic mold, and a lot of it.

Typical house inspections do not check for mold below surfaces for mold, only for visible signs on ceilings, walls, and floors. After the discovery in the bathroom, a specialist told the Weeises the mold had been there for somewhere between 20 and 30 years, long before it showed visible signs, and long before the family had moved in.

Living in the home no longer became a viable option, because the mold exacerbated many of the children’s previously existing health issues and presented some new ones, including Colleen’s diagnosis of lupus.

Because their insurance wouldn’t pay for the renovations because the mold wasn’t caused by a specific event like a burst pipe or ice dams, moving into the trailers was the only feasible decision the Weeises could make.  They couldn’t default on their mortgage; their credit just couldn’t take the hit. They could sell the home, but then they would lose the land, too. So they moved just feet away from a home they couldn’t live in. a painful reminder of a life now changed forever.

Many of the family’s belongings had to be thrown away, too affected by the spreading mold.

“It’s almost like we had a fire,” said Brad. “We go in, and we see it all. And it hasn’t been burned up, but we have to leave it.”

Wedding pictures, bibles, birth certificates, family furniture – all gone.

The family has been living under these conditions for roughly eight weeks, and they say they are running out of options.

Amazingly enough, the one thing the mold couldn’t touch was the Weesies’ unflappable faith.

“Instead of looking at the big mountain to climb, we’re just going over little mole hills right now,” said Colleen, “just getting over each mole hill. That’s helped me put that into perspective, that we don’t have to climb the mountain. God’s going to move the mountain for us. We just have to climb the mole hills.”

If you want to lend a hand to the Weesieses, donations are being accepted through Laketon Bethel Reformed Church in Muskegon. Visit the church's website for more information on how you can make a donation.


Patience

 


Monday, March 16, 2015

Type 1 Diabetes And Real Food

TYPE 1 DIABETES AND REAL FOOD: ONE MOTHER’S STORY

Can we always take away a diagnosis by Simply changing our diet? No. But so often making important dietary and lifestyle changes makes a great deal of difference in our quality of life and in controlling disease and metabolic disorders. Today Andrea shares an inspiring story on how real food made a big difference in their lives – especially in her son with type 1 diabetes.

By Andrea, from It Takes Time

With no family history of type 1 diabetes, we were shocked when our seven-year-old son Colin was diagnosed in July of 2007. His diagnosis came six weeks after we discovered toxic mold in our home, which would prove pivotal in the months ahead, but our focus was on managing what seemed to be an unmanageable disease. (Read our toxic mold saga here.)

At the time of diagnosis we were living the typical American lifestyle. The pantry was full of boxed foods and over-the-counter medications. We ate fast food several times a week. When the hospital staff assured us that nothing needed to change for Colin in terms of his diet, we breathed a sigh of relief.

The key to managing his disease, according to the doctor, was to count his carbs and cover them with insulin.

The directive seemed simple enough. I gravitated even more to processed foods. Juice boxes and Doritos had the carb content clearly stated. Lunchables were a huge draw. 

What I didn’t know at the time was that food producers are permitted a margin of error of 20 percent up or down when it comes to their nutrition labels. When trying to count carbs and dose accordingly, we were playing a virtual guessing game—especially when dealing with high-carb foods.

Despite our best efforts, Colin’s health spiraled downward in the year following his diagnosis. Migraines and abdominal pain escalated. His A1C (average blood sugar) continued to rise. Simultaneously, the health of our entire familiar deteriorated. We found ourselves constantly in the emergency room. By the winter of 2008 all four of our younger children were debilitated and unable to function, and I was quickly declining.

In May of 2008 we found mold again and made the connection between the toxicity of our home and our serious health issues. We vacated the home and started over. It became clear we would need to alter our entire lifestyle, including our diet.

We relocated to the desert, found farmers markets, and embraced a diet of real food (food that is unadulterated). I began to think differently about Colin’s diabetes.

I focused on nutrient-dense food rather than carb counting. I read everything I could about health and food. After beginning the Gut and Psychology Syndrome (GAPS) diet in August 2010, Colin’s insulin needs decreased dramatically. His abdominal pain vanished and his overall health improved. As we added more foods back into our diet, we stayed away from anything processed.

Of course, carb counting is still necessary, but with a real-food approach, Colin can enjoy a salad, raw-milk cheese, and nitrate-free bacon with minimal impact to his blood sugar. We follow the recommended “Law of Small Numbers” approach outlined in Dr. Richard Bernstein’s Diabetes Solution book. As one who has survived for almost 70 years with type 1 diabetes, Dr. Bernstein abides by the principle that “big inputs make big mistakes; small inputs make small mistakes.” Keeping carb consumption low, Dr. Bernstein says, minimizes the risk of fluctuations in blood sugar which can lead to complications down the road.

Much has changed for us since Colin was diagnosed in 2007. This devastating disease no longer defines us. Colin is 15, works out at the gym three times a week, and is enrolled in the local online high school program. Managing his type 1 diabetes remains a challenge, but neither Colin nor I would trade the lessons learned or the discovery of the joy of real food.

Andrea is a former journalist and the mother of nine children ranging in age from 30 to 13. Certified in the field of Building Biology, Andrea has a passion to help others live healthy in a toxic world. Andrea is founder and president of momsAWARE, an educational organization dedicated to raise awareness about the connection between environment and health. She blogs at It Takes Time and is the owner of Just So Natural Products.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Living and Healthy & Fit Life

Shared by my youngest sister, Ann: 

Started 21 day fix extreme today. Just got my heart rate back down from doing the PYLO Fit extreme workout for the day. I think I'm going to die. But I'm going to see this thing through. "Why?" you might ask. Here's why. I was born into a family with a mother who has Huntington's Disease (HD). For those of you that don't know what HD is it's like taking Alzheimer's and Parkinson's on steroids then a mixing it all together. It is 100% fatal. As for now, there is no cure. I grew up my whole life never knowing my real mother but taking care of her instead. Two years ago we buried her at the tender age of 58. Last August, I mustered up the courage to be tested for HD. I had a 50/50 chance of having it. The Monday before last Thanksgiving I was given the blessed news that I did not inherit the HD gene. It is a miracle and gift I will never take lightly. NONE of my children will grow up having to wonder if they have the walking time bomb. They won't have to watch their mother deteriorate due to HD like I did. I will be able to hold my grandchildren. By living a healthy and fit life I am going to do all those thing my mother would have liked to but was robbed. I have spent the last decade letting my body go to pot but no more excuses. Here's to you Mama. I love and miss you.




Sunday, February 8, 2015

Scout Sunday

Scout Sunday at my house. Love these boys and this program! Thank you to all of our amazing leaders in the scouting program. 



Monday, February 2, 2015

Jennifer's Toxic Mold Story

SINCE DECEMBER 8TH, MY LIFE HAS BEEN ONE GIANT NIGHTMARE.

The blows seem to keep coming and coming. Bad news piles upon bad news. MOLD LITERALLY RUINED MY LIFE AND THAT OF MY FAMILY. Since my then husband and my father were convinced there must be a mistake, I hired a hygienist and also a toxicologist (who is also an immunologist) to come in and do further testing, inspections, and evaluations. I knew there was no mistake. The mold problem explained the years of health issues my daughter and I have been battling. They explained the recent health issues that were honestly debilitating me. More on that later. The hygienist found water damage in our living room and bedroom. Yes, the bedroom. MAJOR water damage. And here I was convinced that this room was the one that was totally cool. The water damage wasn’t from a recent event either. This was something that had been happening for a long time. 

The toxicologist (Dr. Jack Thrasher – one of the nation’s leading mold experts) did further ERMI testing which also looked at the breakdown of mycotoxins being produced by the molds present. While costly, and I mean COSTLY, this test helped us better understand our exposure and what this might mean for our long term health, both from a treatment perspective but also from a permanent damage perspective.

Basically, our home is overrun with the mycotoxin Trichothecene. It is what is used in biological warfare to give you some perspective. 0.2 is considered “toxic”. We had levels as high as 5.97. That is deadly. Plain and simple. Our home was killing us. Dr. Thrasher also tested for moisture throughout our home. Every single wall in our home had high levels of moisture. Every. Single. Wall. And yet, there was not an iota of visible mold. That scared me. How did we not know that our house was literally a breeding ground from top to bottom? The most eye-opening portion of Dr. Thrasher’s initial visit was the preliminary neurological testing he conducted on my husband and I. My husband pretty much passed which wasn’t a surprised to Dr. Thrasher. Since Rasta Daddy isn’t home 22 hours a day like my daughter and I are, he wasn’t breathing in as many mold spores. So what about me? Well, I failed the test. It wasn’t the worst failure Dr. Thrasher had ever seen but he did give me a hug.

My heart sank. My job as a mother is to protect my daughter. And here she was living in a toxic pit. Here I was living in a toxic pit. There was a lot that happened in a one week period once we met with Dr. Thrasher and we really got an understanding of the situation. It was a whirlwind of phone calls and meetings. Of decision making. Of tears. Of frustration. Of anger. Of worry. Of blame. Of regret. Of denial. Of confusion. SO HERE IS A QUICK BREAKDOWN (WITH MORE DETAILS TO COME IN FUTURE POSTS TO HELP YOU ALL UNDERSTAND THE SEVERITY OF TOXIC MOLD) OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO US AND WHERE WE ARE HEADED IN THE FUTURE: 

On December 12, 2014, my daughter and I vacated our house, leaving our pets and Rasta Daddy behind. Since our health issues were the worst, we needed to leave. We left with nothing. We even took off our clothes we were wearing and threw them away. We invaded my parents’ house as a temporary shelter. I quickly purchased a couple of days’ worth of clothes and some other essentials.

SO WHAT ABOUT OUR HOUSE? WHAT ABOUT OUR POSSESSIONS. Well, technically we are homeless right now with next to nothing. We have a very short term place to stay and a few things such as clothes and toiletries and a few toys for my daughter but really, we have nothing.

Our house basically needs to be torn down and rebuilt. It has structural issues that are not an easy fix. The house cannot simply be remediated. We have to fix the structure itself. We are already upside down in our house due to the downturn in the economy. Therefore, we already owe more than it is worth. You do the math. We obvious have no choice when it comes to the house. It make no sense to sink several hundred thousand dollars into rebuilding. All our earthly belongings? Gone. All of them. Important tax records have been sealed up and put into storage but beyond that, we had to leave it all. Mold is a nasty living creature that intrudes upon and in every crack and crevice. It can lie dormant for 50 years. Even if you do not have the right conditions for it to grow, mold spores can continue to cause all kinds of health issues. The mycotoxin levels in our home alone preclude us from taking anything. It would be disastrous for our health. Dr. Thrasher along with many other leading ...

LOSE YOUR EYES AND PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES FOR FIVE SECONDS. CAN YOU FEEL MY PAIN? CAN YOU FEEL HOW IMPOSSIBLE THIS ALL IS? 
There is however one light at the end of the tunnel and that is our health. For the past six months I have been feeling increasingly lousy physically despite doing a ton of work to heal myself. If you will recall, I had an intense surgery in January 2014 and I committed myself to healing ALL of me once I was through the first six months of recovery. For the past few months, I had been experiencing feelings that I can only equate to being drunk. I was having horrible headaches all the time. Headaches that never went away. I was moody. More than moody. I was an ass. The mold explains everything. In case you are skeptical, I haven’t had a single headache since leaving our home. I haven’t felt drunk. When you sleep closed up in a mold infested room it shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that you wake up with a severe headache from mold exposure. 

Getting out of a toxic environment that was basically killing us slowly is a blessing. But we have a lot of work to do before we are healthy again. My daughter and I are no strangers to hard work and dedication when it comes to our health. So I am up for the challenge no matter what it takes and how far we have to travel to get help. Rasta Daddy might not need as much help as we will health wise. That remains to be seen. However, he is starting to have some insight into what he thought we “small” health nuisances. He realizes that he does indeed have mold related health issues. 

Our biggest struggle right now is building a life from nothing. I homeschool. I need stuff to do that with. I have to cook 100% of what I eat from scratch. I have nothing for a kitchen. We have no beds to sleep in. No table to eat at. No blankets. No towels. I lost my entire library. It was extensive with a lot of unique and rare books. All my resources for this blog are gone. All of my natural health resources.

Thanks for sticking it out through this rather long story. I plan on writing more about the mold testing we did in the event that you ever need those resources. I also plan on sharing more about health issues related to mold as well as why we couldn’t save any of our possessions. This is the area that most people just cannot wrap their brains around. But it is important NOT to take anything from a home with toxic mold. So it is worthy of its own post. Please pray for us on this journey. While words can’t ease our pain, prayers and positive energy can lift us up when we need it most.

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