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Hi Sandy,

 

I am 21 years old today and thankfully healthy. Unfortunately it was not

always that way. When I was 11 years old a group of people came to my

elementary school in Canada. They gathered up all the kids my age and showed

us series of videos about the horrors of Hepatitis B. It showed kids with the

disease and cartoons telling how great it is to get this new vaccine. It's

only 3 little shots they said. Shots don't really hurt you.

 

By the end they had all the kids convinced this was the cool thing to do.

They sent us home with permission forms to receive the shots in school. Now

my mother was immediately skeptical about this. She knew it was voluntary and

didn't want me to have any vaccinations when I was a baby but she was forced

too. But I was brain washed. All my friends were going to get it done and

afterwards you get and extra long recess. Enough reason for me. My entire

class ended up getting the shot. Not until we were lined up in the hall did

they give us a speech about how we might feel a little sore after and feel

like we have the flue. I started to get scared and a few kids actually did

chicken out and were teased. We all got the shots and juice and went out to

play. A few kids started complaining right away about feeling sick but we

thought they were faking it. Most felt fine.

 

The second shot was when I started believing them. Immediately afterwards I

felt so weak I couldn't walk. I just leaned against the wall all recess. A

few days later I stared throwing up and having horrible stomach pains. Along

with a dizzy light headed feeling. I thought it was the flue or the symptoms

they warned us of. I got better. But about a week or two later I got it

again, only for a few days. It happened on and off for a while until it was

time for the last shot. We hadn't even connected the two things together.

Right after I was fine. But not for long. The next morning blinding stomach

pain woke me up. I alternated all day between the pain and the dizzy spells.

We went to the doctor and he ran blood tests. But a few days later I was fine

again. I tried to forget it happened. Then it came again and went away, came

again and went away. It seemed to be a few days on a few days off but with no

real pattern. I would be fine in the morning then have to call my Mom to pick

me up at school. Or I'd be fine ll day then it'd hit me at night. The doctors

couldn't find anything. I had every kind of test done and machine scan me

they could think of. I went through about 6 doctors and my Mom was tearing

her hair out with worry. She began buying out the Health food stores and

feeding all kinds of vitamins into my nauseous stomach. She read books and

books and found nothing. Eventually the found a small stomach ulcer. They

said it shouldn't be that painful but it is probably what it causing my

symptoms. They put me on Tums. They told me that I probably worried too much

and kids my age usually don't have this particular type of ulcer. Well, I had

a lot on my mind at the time being so sick. Nothing got better. Sometimes I'd

be okay for months at a time. Then be sick for almost a year.

 

We moved to a small town up in the Rocky Mountains. Only one medical clinic

and maybe 6 doctors. We went through them all several times. I had to drop

out of school and start home schooling in 7th grade. At this point my ulcer

had gone away. Now there was absolutely no reason for me to be in so much

pain. The doctors had no answers but didn't want to say that. So they said

"She's faking it" and started a period of hell in my life. My mother was torn

apart. She didn't know what to believe. One day she would be angry at the

doctors, the next yelling at me to get out of bed. She tried pleading with me

to stop being sick like I could change it. My father believed he could yell

it out of me and I stopped speaking to him for 3 years. I saw psychiatrists

and counselors and they all said I was a sweet child and very honest. The

doctors said there is no physical reason for me to be sick. So we went around

in this circle for 5 and a half years.

 

Finally at 16 they admitted me into the Vancouver Children's hospital. The

Psychology ward. At first I freaked. I thought they were trying to commit me.

Then they explained that I had to see a therapist but they would also run the

most advanced tests on me they had. I went. My psychiatrist was a wonderful

woman. The first I ever had to sympathize with all I had been through. She

began by saying she believed me and that opened up a floodgate in me. She

helped me see the pattern in my sudden illnesses. It always came at times

when I was stressed. At first I thought she was saying I was faking it again

but then she explained stress related illness to me. Somewhere along the line

(i.e. vaccine) she said my body was weakened until it could not handle even

the slightest pressure without reacting physically. I had no say in being

sick. She put me on medication to control anxiety and the depression I was

coping with by then. And like a miracle. Within a day. It stopped. For the

first time in almost 6 years I was pain free. I didn't know what to do I was

so happy. I still had to battle the depression. And build up my weakened

immune system. For a while I would catch every case of the sniffles within

100 miles. But today I can say I am off of all medication and completely

healthy.

 

I am free. I am happy. And I would not change a thing that happened because

I learned so much from it and it made me who I am. Now I know I am a

survivor. After I was better already I was still doing research online about

why I got so sick. I found a sight warning people about the Hepatitis B

vaccine. It listed the symptoms people were getting and every single one of

mine was there. It listed years in which the vaccine might have possibly been

contaminated and mine was there. There is no doubt in my mind that the

vaccine weakened my body so much that it caused that hell for me. I am not

angry. I am not even sad anymore. I can't live my life with that consuming

me. But I am posting my story here so people can know. And maybe if a few

just stop and think before they jump at every new "miracle drug or vaccine"

I'll be happy. 

   

Shanti

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