When I think of this dis-ease called Cystic Fibrosis it makes me want to cry. Yes, cry. But I actually don't think I have cried more than a few times since that fateful day in the clinic for Cystic Fibrosis in Ft. Worth Texas, where the doctor took almost two hours to explain the disease, the genetics, the prognosis and then the hope that he felt there was due to new drugs that were in an advanced stage of research, back in 2010 when my son was born.
From the beginning I believed that God would heal my son. I didn't know how exactly or when but I just believed that the Bible has God's promises in it and one of them was for healing. Jesus after all, healed them ALL didn't he?
I have fought a long hard battle with and for my son in order to actually prevent him from having to take the often prescribed pharmaceutical medications. Am I glad they are around? Yes indeed I am. There have been times where they were just what the doctor ordered, no pun intended. But there are times when they have done him great harm and caused great suffering.
I am beside myself with grief at this point because my son has suffered so much, and yet I am also filled with deep gratitude for the way that God has shown me how to care for my son and my family, using the plants that he created.
What do I mean by using plants? Essential oils are made from plants. But not just any essential oil, I only use Young Living Essential oils on my family. The price may be higher than other companies but that is because they put a great deal of care into how the plants are farmed and distilled. Not only do they make sure that no one who works on the farm is in a bad mood, they have third party testers run chromatography tests on every single batch of oil that is produced.
Why is this a big deal? Because making sure that a plant contains all the proper constituents is key to making sure it will work as God intended. If it won't you just have a high priced bottle of oil that may smell really good but it won't produce the therapeutic effects that you need when caring for someone with thick sticky mucus.
This past month of my son's life has brought more challenges than ever before. I won't go into the details of the why or wherefore here, but I have found a deeper appreciation for the properties of the plants. I will never forget the difference between the visit to the emergency room where we used oils quite aggressively for helping my son stay calm to when we did not.
Because of the increased difficulty, I have had to use the oils in new ways and for new challenges. The emergency room visit though still sticks in my mind. As my son was about to get a procedure on a private part of his body that before has brought him great distress, he actually stayed still for the nurses to do what they needed to do. I used a combination of oils I might not have otherwise, because I accidentally left the Peace and Calming blend at home!
Thankfully I had Valor, another awesome blend, in my purse. I put several drops all over each ear, along his upper and lower spine and then when the procedure was being done I had a blend called Trauma Life that I had put in my hands. I held my hands along with his, close to his face so he could breath in the vapors of essential oil that beautifully did their job to get to the upper parts of the brain to help keep him calm. Wow. Just wow. There are no words for how much difference there was in that ER visit compared to the last urgent visit.
I've finally come to a place where I am accepting that my son is carrying the genes for Cystic Fibrosis and the healing from God is not what I imagined, maybe it still will be one day, but until then, He has shown me a different way to care for my son that has allowed us to not just survive but closer to thrive as much as one can anyhow, when dealing with a diagnoses as serious as Cystic Fibrosis.
You may have noticed that the title of this post was Rotten Eggs. Or should I have said, IS Rotten Eggs. :-) . I hate grammar. Back to the reason for the tittle. I titled this post Rotten Eggs because that is what I may have right now all over my backyard. You see, I spoke with my counselor recently about my son coming to an age where he seems to be dealing mentally with his diagnoses. This bright counselor told me that it was really good if he would grieve the diagnoses now instead of waiting until down the road. She said research has shown that it helps to get the body involved in the grieving. How so you ask?
I am not sure how it came to me but I got the idea of writing all of the crummy things that come with a diagnoses of Cystic Fibrosis onto the shells of a dozen eggs. I let my son come up with all the things he hates about Cystic Fibrosis and then I wrote them down on the eggs. He then got to take the egg and throw it as hard as he could against the fence. I want to apologize to the neighbors to the right of me and the ones behind us for any stray eggs that may or may not have come from our little therapy session.
My son enjoyed coming up with all the, please excuse the expression, "sucky" things that come with this disorder or should I say dis-ease. We have had a particularly large number of awful theoretically untreatable or difficult to treat bacteria due to exposure to toxic black mold from in the womb to age three and a half when we discovered black mold hiding in the cavity of our kitchen wall. I am more than pleased to report that we have whittled that down to "general staph" and I am expecting that to go next. 
We have cleared all of these bacteria without the use of traditional pharmaceutical treatments. I am not able to say that we treated a disease with the use of essential oils because we are not regulated by the FDA. Isn't that interesting? I think so. The very organization that funds medical schools does not allow for companies that sell natural remedies to speak of them in relation to disease. Hmph. So, I will do my best to comply and play by the rules, but I have medical documentation of a little boy who no longer has MRSA, pseudomonas, heamopholis influenza, and B cepacia.
How do I account for these results? Many things actually. Diet is probably the most important thing to keep under control, use of essential oils pro-actively and making sure that anyone and everyone around my son does not speak of the disease as a death sentence. Words matter. God created the world with His breath. He tells us in His word that the power of life and death is in the tongue. What are we speaking over ourselves or our children?
This may sound strange but my son did not even know he had CF until he was around the age of 6. Yes, we did treatments, albeit using natural means, but that was just how life was. He did not question it because he didn't know any different. I say that, but we actually did not start the nebulizing of essential oils until he was 4. Since then he has not nebulized a single pharmaceutical solution other than when I was forced to by his doctor. That is another story for another post. Suffice it to say that my son actually likes doing his treatments. The smells are heavenly and they help to manage the emotional end of this bear of a disease as well.
If you are interested in learning about a different way to care for Cystic Fibrosis, I would love to help show you the path. In order to help you, I am busy setting up a back office full of educational videos. These videos when they are up and running will only be available to members of Young Living. I need to produce an income so I can keep doing the education and support my two sons! I am a single mom of two gorgeous red heads, one escaped the CF genes, one did not.
It is with deep joy that I write this post. Not the happy kind of joy but the deep down kind of joy that comes from knowing I can help others get through a really really awful disease using natural means that don't have all the awful side effects that are produced by using pharmaceutical enzymes or nebulized medication. I occasionally will find the benefit necessary from an oral antibiotic but I try to keep that to a minimum in hopes of sparing the good gut bacteria.
Please feel free to contact me using the chat feature on this page or send me an e-mail. I am happy to connect with you and schedule a 30 minute free consultation to see how I can best be of help to you and your family.
Dear God,
I am writing this letter today to tell you that I am done.
Done with the pain, the angst, the anxiety, the will to live.
Ever feel like that? Yeah, me too. Which brings us to the point of social media’s great #metoo. What is it about being understood that feels so good to our hearts and minds?
The human condition.
The human condition.
Being understood does something for our souls that nothing else can. Validation is another word that comes to mind. What is it that you would like me to know?
Have you been hurt beyond belief? Friends betray you? Husband leave you? Family disown you? I have experienced all three. Yup. In fact twice to the husband part. There is nothing quite like a partner who has taken a vow with you leaving you in the middle of the night, or in my case when I left the apartment we lived in, for a quick job interview, to come back to a note telling me that he had to go.
The pain of that season is like nothing else I can recall. That is until the memories of childhood sexual abuse began to spill out. Don’t get me wrong, they did not start spilling out like a movie on a movie screen, but in bits and pieces. Sometimes a snap shot, but most often for me, as body memories. There, I said it. It makes me sick just to write the words.
Childhood sexual abuse.
What makes it even worse is the sickening feeling I get when I think about how my family disowned me.
Was it the right thing I did by coming forward to tell my father about my memory that had surfaced? No question it was.
I was unable to keep on the mask any longer after finding out he had sexually abused me. It has taken years to unravel the details, as there was a lot of other abuse getting in the way so to speak. You see, we are kind of like an onion, and when you start to find out about abuse that happened to you in your younger years, you may also find that you need to first peel back the layers of some older years.
What do I mean by that?
You may first need to open up your mind to the possibility of abuse that could have happened to you as an adult even, because that may need to be dealt with first. How do you do that? Aroma Freedom Technique. What’s that you ask? It is a technique for getting to the “junk”. When I went to my weekend of training, the process was unraveled to me or should I say my mind was unraveled.
Events that did not seem to have any connection came to mind, eventually connecting pieces of a puzzle, only the pieces did not form a beautiful picture, they were pictures of the same issue over and over again.
Rejection.
Abandonment.
Sexual abuse.
If you allow yourself to try this process, I can lead you through sessions where you will cover a lot of ground in under two hours. Sessions typically last one and a half hours to include time to wrap up and get our next time set up on the calendar.
When trying to decrease the amount of electrosmog in your home, I always say that every little bit adds up. Ground your computers using an ethernet cord, turn off the WIFI capabilities on your computers, cell phones and smart TVs if you can. That is the trouble with some of the technology out there, it is becoming increasingly difficult to shut off the WIFI. This means that when the device is on it is always searching for signals, pulling in electromagnetic fields (EMFs) constantly.
What you may or may not know is that you are an electrical being. Your heart uses electric signals to beat continuously. What happens when you are bombarded from every side with EMFs and Radio Frequencies (RFs)? This is when people can start to have arrhythmias. Not sure why your pacemaker went wonky? Could be the smart meter they put on the side of your home without your realizing it. Feeling tired, cranky or worn out? Think about it. If you picture yourself, like a rat in a cage, and now put electrical signals throughout the walls, floor and ceiling of that cage, how at peace do you think the rat is? How well does said rat sleep? Does he get along with Mrs. Rat?
I know that probably sounds funny to you but really I think it is a very simple way to express what is happening in our homes today. We are slowly being fried. A smart meter here, a cell phone signal there, Alexa here, and a smart TV there. Signals, signals and more signals. And are we really better off? I admit, I do love my cell phone so I have had to make some small compromises with how I use it, but I don't feel deprived in the least because I have had to ground my computers. I feel blessed. Blessed to finally be more at peace as I have brought down the level of electrosmog in my home.
Stay tuned for a video that will show you all the adaptations that I made in my own home. If you want, there are many simple things you can change right away and give your less electrical signals to be bombarded with.
After many years of working on my mental health, I feel like I am finally able to start enforcing more of the guidelines I have always wanted to as a parent but was not in the right frame of mind to do so. So, if you don't mind, I am going to write my list here that I am planning to implement for my boys. Maybe this will hold me accountable? Post it on the WWW and then I will stick to it? lol... if you are a parent, hopefully you get the underlying statement here.
Come on, be honest, how many charts, checklists, and sets of rules have you attempted to get your children to follow so you could have some sense of order and discipline? Discipline has the root word, disciple in it, which means to teach by the way, in case you were wondering. I liked when I found out that little tid bit, as it takes away the vision of giving swats to actually sitting down on a child's level and teaching them about the real world. The real world of actions and consequences. But I digress. Which if you have read any of my other blogs, you know I do often. Lucky you. ;-)
O.k. here goes:
Bill and Joe, (names have been changed to protect the innocent)
I know we are in this new stage of our lives together where you unfortunately have to travel between Mom and Dad's house. I hate that for you! It's not how life is supposed to be, however it is what we have at the moment. SO, because I love you I am writing out a plan for when you are at our apartment, so that you understand how things work around here. I know it can be confusing if Dad and I parent differently, so hopefully these guidelines IN WRITING :-) will help you both get in a routine here and be more at ease:
Baron Apartment-hold Guidelines and Benefits
1. Playing electronic games is a privilege not a right. Until school is out, please do not bring your tower computers to our apartment, just your laptops will do the job.
2. Chores are a privilege that allow us all to live in a clean orderly place and help us feel at peace.
3. "Extra" chores like organizing the pantry, closet or toolcart will help you later in life AND help us function more efficiently! Lucky you! ;-)
4. Allowances are like a paycheck, if you don't show up and do the work, you don't get paid.
5. Do something kind for someone else each day and write it down on your chore chart. Think about how it made you feel. Write that down on your chart as well.
6. Monday through Friday until school is out: No gaming until all schoolwork is complete and chores are finished and checked off by me. Let's talk about a time frame for this.
7. Kitchen closes at 9:30 pm on weeknights 10:30 on weekends.
8. School nights bedtime: 9:30, may read in bed until 10pm.
During the day hours after schoolwork and exercise, feel free to do something creative:
Here is a possible list, please add your ideas to it:
+ draw a picture
+ write in your Big Life Journal about what you did today or how you are feeling
+ play a board game with your brother or your mother
+ look up a new recipe for dinner or baking and make plans to cook it!
+ bake something
+ take a walk, ride a bike, do some floor exercises or play on the playscape
+ think about a project that we could build together, like a stand for your computer.
+ please write your ideas below!!! Thank you!
If any of these guidelines or privileges absolutely don't work for you (Bill and Joe ;-) ) please come to me with a new plan and express it in calm tones and I will see how the Sheriff decides to move forward. Please remember the Sheriff loves you and so she is implementing these guidelines to keep order in the Baron-town apartment which is in the best interest for all of us! (if the corn content is too high for any of you, please forgive me!)
