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“GET” And The House Of Commons Gym Part 4



Graded Exercise Therapy and The House Of Commons Gym

Part 4

In Memory Of M.E. Patient

Brynmor John

18 April 1934 – 13 December 1988




Brynmor John Circa 1959

Compliments of Flying Officer Pam Gerrity


From The Nurse Point of View! 

I will point out again like I said in my previous blog posts, i’m coming from an R.N. point of view for the benefit of the patients because I was an active R.N. until I was no longer able to work because of M.E.

I actually couldn’t respond from a patient point of view because I would lose focus on the subject, and I would end up sounding more like an angry patient than a nurse who is very disappointed because of the lack of the standard of patient care in regards to this illness.


Review Of The Facts!

According to Malcolm Hooper’s “Magical Medicine: How To Make A Disease Disappear:”


“On 13th December 1988 Brynmor John MP died from ME/CFS. His experience of the illness was all too familiar:

Though there is only a slight gradient from our house to the main road, it could have been the North face of the Eiger. I just could not get up it’. -Brynmor John

He found himself unable to dress; the slightest exertion exhausted him and it took days to regain his strength.

He was irritated by the profusion of psychiatric comment and was trying to ensure better understanding of ME/CFS.

Brynmor John suddenly collapsed and died as he was leaving the House of Commons gym after having been advised to exercise back to fitness.”


Let’s Assess!

Brynmor John could no longer walk on that slight gradient from his house to the main road,  as he stated

“I could just not get up it.”

Prior to becoming ill Brynmor John was able walk up that gradient, otherwise he wouldn’t of made that statement.

Brynmor John was to weak to put his clothes on and  he could no longer tolerate exertion.

Brynmor John also suffered the abnormal recovery time to the slightest exertion. as “it took days to regain his strength.”

Prior to becoming ill, Brynmor John did not have a problem dressing before he became ill nor did the slightest exertion exhaust him, otherwise that would not have been noted as well.

Remember, Brynmor John was only 54 years old.  A healthy 54 year old man or woman would not have a problem walking up a slight gradient, would not have a problem dressing,  nor have a problem tolerating exertion.

“Abnormal Recovery Time” is expected as we know in patients with M.E. after exertion.

Abnormal Recovery Time

Abnormal recovery time was already a known symptom of M.E. or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis in 1988.

The 1986 Ramsay Definition for Myalgic Encephalomyelitis Compliments of NAME-US.org Stated:

“Neurological disturbance – an unpredictable state of central nervous system exhaustion following mental or physical exertion which may be delayed and require several days for recovery; an unique neuro-endocrine profile which differs from depression in that the hypothalamic/pituitary/adrenal response to stress is deficient; dysfunction of the autonomic and sensory nervous systems; cognitive problems.”

Brynmor John was suffering other symptoms in addition to the abnormal recovery time!


“Not A ‘Seasoned Veteran'”

Malcolm Hooper’s

Magical Medicine: How To Make A Disease Disappear stated that Brynmor John

was trying to ensure better understanding of ME/CFS,” 

which meant he was a newer patient.

Brynmor John was not a “seasoned veteran” as far as being an M.E. patient, Brynmor John was still trying to learn about the illness.

Since Brynmor John was not a “seasoned veteran” of M.E.,  Brynmor John would not of known if the additional symptoms he was suffering were additional complications.

A Closer Look:

I did a search and I found where Brynmor John lived so we could take a look at the property where he lived and the gradient that he stated he could no longer walk up on the way to the Main Rd.

Brynmor John’s actual home address was:  Yale Haven, Station Rd, Church Station, Pontypridd, Rhonnda Cynon Taff, CF38 1AF, U.K. compliments of Welsh Biography Online and Google Maps

Yale Haven is the name of Brynmor John’s house.  Many houses in England have names instead of being noted as a number in a street address.

Google Map of the area:  

The map shows “Yale Haven” which was Brynmor John’s house.
Just north of Yale Haven is  Main Rd.  Station Rd is on the left of Yale Haven.


Google Maps Street View:

This is the Station Rd view of Brynmor John’s property which is in back of the trees on the right.



Google Maps Street View of “Yale Haven”:

Yale Haven, which was Brynmor John’s house is on the right. The Main Rd is on the left.



The gradient Brynmor John was talking about is on the right side of the house where the driveway is that leads to the street to the Main Rd. 

As you can see, that is a not a long walk.

A person with Mild or Moderate ME could walk that short walk and suffer their post activity exacerbation of symptoms after the fact.

Brynmor John’s symptoms he was experiencing in addition to the abnormal recovery time was different, Brynmor John stated:

“‘Though there is only a slight gradient from our house to the main road, it could have been the North face of the Eiger. I just could not get up it’

Brynmor John could no longer walk up that slight gradient at all!

Brynmor John was 54 years old.  If  Brynmor John was a healthy person, he should not have had a problem walking on that gradient.  The gradient is not a steep gradient.

Up until Brynmor John became an M.E. patient he was able walk up that actual gradient to the main road, if he could not walk up that gradient going to the Main Road,  Brynmor John would not have made the statement:

I just could not get up it!”

Brynmor John should not have had a problem continuing to walk on the property where he lived if the exercise prescription was the proper recommendation.

Was Something Missed?

Brynmor John was advised by his doctor to “Exercise his way back to fitness” as stated in “Magical Medicine: How To Make A Disease Disappear.”

Brynmor John had listened to his doctors advice and attempted to “exercise his way back to fitness” as his doctor advised.

Instead of becoming “Fit,” Brynmor John not only suffered the increase in his abnormal recovery time, he became so weak that he could not dress, he could not tolerate exertion, and he could not walk up the gradient to the Main Road from his house.

We also see no further documentation as far as Brynmor John’s doctor investigating further as to why Brynmor John’s condition was not improving and why Brynmor John could not walk up that gradient.

Brynmor John was still exercising at the House of Commons Gym because he was exercising right before he died, December 15th, 1988.

Brynmor John was also still working as of December 5th which was the day of his last noted contribution to UK Parliament regarding “Environmental Problems.”

Brynmor John was still both working and exercising.

Brynmor John did not improve.

Not only did Brynmor John not improve, Brynmor John suffered the worse complication that one could suffer, Brynmor John went into Cardiac Arrest immediately after he was exercising while exiting the House of Commons Gym.


Why did Brynmor John’s doctor not listen?

Malcolm Hooper’s Magical Medicine: How To Make An Illness Disappear” stated that Brynmor John:

“was irritated by the profusion of psychiatric comment.”

The “profusion of psychiatric comment“that Brynmor John was talking about was the intrusion of the “psychiatric lobby” which was led by Professor Simon Wessely and his colleagues known as the “Wessely School.”

The school of thought of  the “profusion of psychiatric comment” or “Wessely School” believes that M.E. is a myth, a psychiatric disorder, or what Professor Wessely believes to be “functional somatic syndrome” or behavioral disorder where the patient has medically unexplained fatigue caused by inappropriate illness beliefs.

Thus, Brynmor John’s doctor did not “hear” Brynmor John’s complaint of symptoms because Brynmor John’s doctor was of the school of the “profusion of psychiatric comment“, better known as the belief of the Wessely School definition of “CFS/ME” which is what the Wessely School classify M.E. as.

The “profusion of psychiatric comment” or “Wessely School” belief for the treatment of “CFS/ME” is psychiatric and their treatment for “CFS/ME” is what is called “CBT” or Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and
“GET” or Graded Exercise Therapy.

The “Wessely School” belief for the treatment of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is to “cure” the “dysfunctional beliefs” of patients who only “think” they have a non-existent illness called “ME”,

The “Wessely School” belief for the treatment of “GET” or Graded Exercise Therapy was to reverse the change that resulted in deconditioning in patients who avoided activity because the patients had a false belief of illness.


A Few More Clues!


All of the M.E. patients who are reading this, what do some of our lab results show?

If you know the different items in the lab results,  which of those items can affect the heart?

What can those items do to the heart?

Can you think of another M.E. patient who died of Sudden Cardiac death because that patient wasn’t examined further?

If you know who that M.E. patient is who I am referring to, what was wrong with that M.E. patients heart?



If you can identify what is being described and asked in the questions above:

-Should Brynmor John’s doctor continued to have allowed Brynmor John to keep exercising “his way back to fitness?”

-Should Brynmor John’s doctor have possibly known what the problem was according to Brynmor John’s symptoms and discontinued  Brynmor John’s exercise prescription to investigate further to confirm?


What did Brynmor John’s doctor miss that caused Brynmor John to suffer sudden cardiac death after he exercised in the House of Commons Gym?



Fellow Patients And Others:

If you think you know the answer, please leave it in the comments.

If we the patients are to be effective advocates for this illness,  the complications must be pointed out, not just the symptoms that make this illness unique in comparison to other illnesses.

The discussion should not be “Do M.E. or “CFS” patients die”, the discussion should be, what are the specific complications that M.E. or “CFS” patients die from and why do those complications occur!

I included “CFS” because patients are diagnosed “CFS” or “ME/CFS”  here in the United States.

There is no need to dance around the truth about this and other complications!

M.E. patients have serious and potentially lethal complications and they must be pointed out!

As the complications are discussed,  this information will circulate via the internet and social media that we didn’t have 25 years ago where we could not do that.

Because we as patients could not do that 25 years ago, this illness has gone from the infectious disease department to the psychological propaganda department.

Brynmor John died in 1988 the other patient I pointed about above died 16 years later  because of the same thing which was missed causing Sudden Cardiac Death that I did not state yet.

Do you think Brynmor John and the patient who died 16 years later have been the only two patients who died of  Sudden Cardiac Death because something major was missed because of something that could’ve been very easy to diagnose?


Yes, I say “EASY TO DIAGNOSE,” and I shake my head because I was an active R.N. and I knew this and I cant believe that there are many physicians today who do NOT know this!



To Be Continued……..

The whole idea you can take a disease like this and exercise your way to health is foolishness, it is insane.”~Dr. Paul Cheney~


“The Other Side Of The Stretcher” (c) 2014

This blog is not for medical advice.
For medical advice, you must speak with your physician!


“GET” and The House Of Commons Gym Part 3


   Graded Exercise Therapy and The House Of Commons Gym

Part 3

In Memory Of M.E. Patient

Brynmor John

18 April 1934 – 13 December 1988




Brynmor John Circa 1959

Compliments of Flying Officer Pam Gerrity


From The Nurse Point of View

I will point out again like I have before, remember, I’m coming from an R.N. point of view for the benefit of the patients because I was an active R.N. until I was no longer able to work because of M.E.

I actually couldn’t respond from a patient point of view because I would lose focus on the subject, and I would end up sounding more like an angry patient than a nurse who is very disappointed because of the lack of the standard of patient care in regards to this illness.


How Do the Readers Know that The Nurse Point of View For This Particular Blog Post They Are Reading Here  Is Actually Correct?

If you are reading this blog for the first time, I was actually an active Registered Nurse in New York City, before I became too ill with M.E. to no longer work. Those who know me, know that to be true.

One of my specialty areas was Cardiac. I worked in the Cardiac Care Unit of the medical center in New York City, which is featured in the YouTube video below of a current TV program. There are no actors in the video and everything filmed were actual events 2 years ago, while they were filming to make the program. This video would pretty much give you an idea of how busy any of the ICU’s was in that type of medical center, including the CCU where I worked.

I was also a Cardiac Rehab nurse in 2 different centers in New York City as well.


The hospital is New York Presbyterian Hospital (known as New York Hospital/Cornell Medical Center when I worked there), which has always been in the top 10 hospitals in the US for Cardiac Care and Surgery. You can read information about their Cardiology department here , so you can decide whether or not I actually know what I am talking about.


What actually happened to Brynmor John? 

Why did this not have to happen?

Why was the doctor recommendation or prescription wrong?

Why was this actually wrongful death and negligent malpractice?

On The Scene Cardiac Arrest Event

Before I answer those questions, which I will start to do in Part 4, I wanted to find a video on YouTube so you can see an actual demonstration on the scene of a cardiac arrest response from the emergency services.

In the entirety of this blog post, I feel that everyone must know the different aspects of Brynmor John’s case in order to understand the potentially lethal treatment recommendations that Brynmor John’s doctor prescribed him, which includes the scene from the Emergency Services video, so you can see why Brynmor John could not be successfully resuscitated. This is so everyone can see just how serious this unethical treatment protocol is.

It took a little while to find an older version of the video  below, because I want you to see what the realistic version for 1988 would be, which happens to be the year Brynmor John died.

The reason being is that the CPR protocol was different in 1988 than it is now. BCLS or Basic Cardiac Life Support is revised each year in order to increase the survival rate. If you happen to know what the current CPR protocol is, you can see that it is an older protocol or obviously slower than what the protocol is today.

I could not find a video old enough to show you one where the Emergency Services did not have a defibrillator, because the ambulances did not have defibrillators in London until 1990. I found that information here when I was researching to find when defibrillators were originally in the ambulances in England. The reason being is because Brynmor John as we know died December 13th 1988.

Before I show you the video, I have to explain why the defibrillator would be important!


Why would the defibrillator be important?

If you take a look at that link above about where I found when defibrillators were originally in the ambulances in London, you will read that most cardiac arrests occur outside of the hospital.
Professor Frank Pantridge who along with Dr. Geddes of the Royal Victoria Hospital of Belfast, who actually produced the first portable defibrillator in 1964, and who was referred to as “The Father Of Emergency Medicine” or “Grandfather of Prehospital ALS or Advanced Life Support” believed that “immediate correction of v-fib should be done at the scene of the event“, which we know to be true in the hospital as well.

Professor Frank Pantridge

October 3,1916 – December 26,2004


What is V-Fib or V-Fib Arrest?

V-Fib is Ventricular Fibrillation, which is a lethal cardiac arrhythmia during cardiac arrest.  If you are not resuscitated from “V-fib” with a defibrillator, you will die.

Ventricular Fibrillation looks like this on the EKG:



A Normal EKG or what is called “Normal Sinus Rhythm” looks like this:

Normal Sinus Rhythm


When someone goes into Cardiac Arrest, every second makes a difference because oxygen is not getting to the brain via the pumping of the heart. You only have minutes to save the patient before brain death occurs. The longer you wait to do cardioversion or “shock” the patient with the defibrillator to shock the heart back into a normal sinus rhythm the chances of saving that patient are less to none.

Here is information from the American Heart Association About CPR. You never know, you may be the one who saves your loved ones life because you knew how to do CPR!

Video of an actual  On the Scene Cardiac Arrest Event:


This video was actually done in Chicago in 1994 by the Chicago Fire Department Emergency services, where they responded to a call for someone who was found unresponsive, in cardiac arrest.

As you know, you can see the timer on the bottom right of the video. It takes the EMS over a minute to get there. This was probably the case when the EMS responded to the scene where Brynmor John was or depending on how far away the EMS was from Brynmor John’s location, which was the House Of Commons Gym.

If you notice, one of the firemen is doing CPR, another is providing the airway or breathing for the patient, that bag he is holding is called an ambu-bag. Another fireman is charging the defibrillator which is the portable machine that have wires which are connected to those paddles he is holding that he is going to put on the man’s chest to try to defibrillate the patient. The EMS people who responded to the scene where Brynmor John was did NOT have a defibrillator because the year was 1988. Remember, ambulances in England did not have defibrillators until 1990.


If you see the screen on the cardiac monitor, the black screen with the wavy line. You don’t see the “Normal Sinus Rhythm” that is in the EKG example above. The man didn’t respond.  The protocol is to shock the patient 3 times in a row.  It looks like the video was probably edited. You only see them shocking the patient one time, and then the video shows the cardiac monitor, which shows that the man didn’t respond. Sometime during that response, they did put an IV to give the patient emergency drugs.



The flat or almost flat wavy line is called Asystole or complete cardiac standstill or arrest. That man did not respond. The EMS from the fire department put him in the ambulance to bring him to the hospital because the doctor in the emergency room would be the one to pronounce the patient deceased at that point.


Usually, when they remove the cardiac arrest patient from the ambulance, the emergency room doctors and nurses would’ve been out there waiting. They would be moving much quicker to get the patient inside to the emergency room if they were expecting to receive a patient, which they would’ve known ahead of time that responded to the Advance Cardiac Life Support, which was administered by the fire department emergency services.

As you can see in that video, there were no doctors and nurses waiting outside. They already knew ahead of time what the condition of the patient was because the EMS, which were the firemen in that video who radioed ahead to let the hospital know that they were bringing this man who would be “DOA” which means “Dead On Arrival.”

That man did not survive! 

The fireman was doing CPR while they were bringing the patient on the stretcher into the emergency room because he was not officially pronounced deceased if you are wondering why the fireman is doing that. Only the doctor can do that, so the fireman or paramedic has to keep doing CPR until the doctor pronounces that the patient is deceased.


Compliments of Baseline Of Health Heart Foundation


What you just saw was the same type of scenario that happened to Brynmor John after he went into cardiac arrest, while he was walking through the doors of the House of Commons Gym to go home.

We know that Brynmor John didn’t make it like the man in the video did not make it.

Brynmor John died December 18th, 1988 after exercising in the House of Commons Gym as per his doctor recommendations or as prescribed by his doctor Malcolm Hooper stated in “Magical Medicine:”


“Brynmor John suddenly collapsed and died as he was leaving the House of Commons gym after having been advised to exercise back to fitness.”



To be continued in Part 4-> Click *HERE*.


“The Other Side Of The Stretcher” (c) 2014

This blog is not for medical advice.
For medical advice, you must speak with your physician!



“GET” and The House Of Commons Gym Part 2



Graded Exercise Therapy and The House Of Commons Gym

Part 2

In Memory Of ME Patient

Brynmor John

18 April 1934 – 13 December 1988




Brynmor John Circa 1959

Compliments of Flying Officer Pam Gerrity


What Really Happened To Brynmor John?

First we have to look at the situation!


According to Malcolm Hooper’s “Magical Medicine:”

On 13th December 1988 Brynmor John MP died from ME/CFS.
His experience of the illness was all too familiar:

‘Though there is only a slight gradient from our house to the main road, it could have been the North face of the Eiger. I just could not get up it’ -Brynmor John

He found himself unable to dress; the slightest exertion exhausted him and it took days to regain his strength.

He was irritated by the profusion of psychiatric comment and was trying to ensure better understanding of ME/CFS.

Brynmor John suddenly collapsed and died as he was leaving the House of Commons gym after having been advised to exercise back to fitness.


According to MedLibrary.Org and Wikipedia:

Brynmor Thomas John (18 April 1934 – 13 December 1988) was a British Labour politician.
John was Member of Parliament for Pontypridd in South Wales from 1970 until he died in 1988 at the age of 54. During the Labour government of 1974 to 1979, he was a junior Defence minister for the Royal Air Force (RAF) (1974–1976) and a Home Office minister (1976–1979).

The circumstances of his later life and premature death are cited by physicians postulating one school of thought concerning treatment of chronic fatigue syndrome. Brynmor John had been diagnosed with the illness, and died suddenly immediately after exiting the House of Commons gym. He had been following an exercise regime based on what is argued to be unfounded medical advice: that sufferers may exercise their way toward a cure for the illness


Lets take a look at the House of Commons Gym 

These images were from different sources on google images including The Westminster Gym and Daily Mail Online UK.

As you can see, the House of Commons Gym is a big gym, a big fitness center, sort of like a Jack LaLane or an La Fitness which are here in the United States.   People are exercising on the machines….

The gym is actually called “The Westminster Gym” , the staff gym for members of Parliament.  Looks very nice, nice amenities.


Membership includes access to 100 different gyms across London which include pools, group exercise classes, sauna.


They have strength machines and free weights!


A 40-Station Gym which includes steppers, rowers, cycles, cross trainers which include touch screen technology, a place to dock your ipod and your own person tv viewing screen. State of the art technology!

They have brand new “Trixter” bikes which are supposed to offer virtual reality cycling.

They offer classes too: Pilates, circuit training, yoga.



They even have personal trainers to help you achieve your goal!

Fitness Instructor Training from just £13.50 per 45mins. Not too bad, that’s a good price.  That must be a discounted price for members, personal trainers here in the US charge over $100 an hour.

Air Conditioned so you stay cool while exercising.

Opened Monday to Friday so the members can work out right next to where they work.




Something is missing……

They don’t offer something on that list!

Something is missing on that list……

Lets take a look at the pictures where the people are.

Something is missing in those pictures too.

I should say someone is missing in those pictures.

I don’t see a nurse

Do any of you see a nurse?

No nurse!

We do not see a nurse because this is NOT a medically supervised center!!!!!!





Brynmor John Was Exercising In A Non-Medically Supervised Center!!!!!

I must focus and hold my composure, because my temperature is rising!

What is wrong with this scenario?

Why was this wrong?

Why should he not have been exercising there in the first place?

Why should he have NOT BEEN EXERCISING AT ALL???


His physician was missing the item that is in the 2nd picture above this one!


Physician Misconduct


This was more than a big blunder by Brynmor John’s doctor!


To be continued………

“The Other Side Of The Stretcher” (c) 2014

This blog is not for medical advice.
For medical advice, you must speak with your physician!


“GET” and The House Of Commons Gym Part 1


Graded Exercise Therapy and The House Of Commons Gym

Part 1

In Memory Of ME Patient

Brynmor John

18 April 1934 – 13 December 1988



JOHN, BRYNMOR THOMAS (19341988), Labour politician. He was born on 18 April 1934, the son of William Henry John, a painter and decorator, and Sarah Jane John. He received his education at Wood Road elementary school, Treforest, Pontypridd Boys’ Grammar School and University College, London. He graduated Ll. B. (Hons.) in 1954. He was an articled clerk, 1954-57 and he became a solicitor in 1957. He was on National Service, 1958-60, serving as an officer with the education branch of the RAF. As a partner from 1960 to 1970 in the firm of Morgan, Bruce and Nicholas, Pontypridd, John specialised in industrial accident cases.

Brynmor John Circa 1959

Compliments of Flying Officer Pam Gerrity

He had joined the Labour Party at the age of eighteen, and was secretary of the Labour Party at University College, London. He was active in the local Labour Party in Pontypridd. He was elected Labour MP for Pontypridd in the general election of 1970 as successor to Arthur Pearson and he continued to represent the constituency until his death. He had first come to prominence in his opposition to the visit of the Welsh hockey team to South Africa and he was a committed devolutionist. Brynmor John was Under-secretary of State for defence for the RAF, under Harold Wilson, March 1974—April 1976, and then Minister of State at the Home Office during the Callaghan government of April 1976—May 1979. He was regarded as a safe pair of hands who seldom ran into controversy. He served as chairman of the Welsh Labour Group, 1983—84. He was also opposition spokesman on Northern Ireland, 1979—80, defence, 1980—81, social services, 1981—83, and agriculture, 1984—87.

He was a fierce anti—unilaterist who stormed out of the Labour Party conference at Brighton in 1981 when chairman Alex Kitson refused to call him to speak. He was then quickly replaced in that shadow portfolio by John Silkin. Subsequently Brynmor John was not prominent in the party councils. He was named as a possible defector to the SDP in 1981, but deeply resented the insinuation, telling students at the Polytechnic of Wales that the actions of the SDP were designed to ensure the triumph of the hard left. He was also a bitter opponent of the Labour Party’s Militant infiltrators. He had backed Roy Hattersley in the 1983 Labour Party leadership contest, and was promptly sacked by Neil Kinnock from the shadow cabinet. During his last years he had thrown himself into his constituency work with renewed vigour. He was a grey—haired, bespectacled figure, somewhat lacking in charisma. But it was easy to underestimate him, and he had a witty felicity in debate.

He married on 6 August 1960 Anne Pryce Hughes, the daughter of David L. Hughes. They had one son and one daughter. They lived at ‘Yalehaven’, Church Village, near Pontypridd. His hobby was watching rugby football. He died on 13 December 1988 at St Thomas’s hospital, London after suffering a heart attack and was cremated at Glyntaff Crematorium. He was succeeded by Kim Howells MP.

~Compliments of Welsh Biography Online~


I never saw a proper tribute to this patient.

I felt it was long over-due.

The Question is , What REALLY  happened to Brynmor John?

To be continued…..


“The Other Side Of The Stretcher” (c) 2014

This blog is not for medical advice.
For medical advice, you must speak with your physician!


The Other Side Of The Stretcher- My Personal Story






May 12th Is ME Awareness Day!


My Personal Story

The Other Side Of The Stretcher”


Where did I get that name “The Other Side Of The Stretcher?”

I was a Registered Nurse who became a patient, thus went to
the other side of the stretcher.

Another nurse actually made that statement to me 24 years ago when I had a procedure called a bronchoscopy which was done in the operating room. The nurse, who happened to be the nurse in the operating room said, “ive never been on the other side of the stretcher, so I cant honestly tell you how I would feel being in your shoes right now.”

I never forgot that and I when I actually became a patient with ME/CFS I referred to myself as being on the other side of the stretcher. That was 20 years ago this past January of 2014.

Before ME/cfs reached a level to where I was no longer able to work (yes I was one of those people thinking the “thing” would go away until I found out what “the thing” or mystery illness was), I was an active Registered Nurse over 9 years in NYC.

When I found out what the “thing” was about May of 1993, I was relieved.
I wasn’t fully schooled yet on the condition, but I was
relieved to finally have a “name” for what had been going
on for basically all of my life since early childhood.
I didn’t know what was ahead as far as being that person
on the other side of the “Stretcher”, until I officially
became a patient and was in the crash from hell in January of 1994.

My story actually goes way back to when I was very very young, 49 years ago, I was 11 months old.  There was an measles epidemic at my brothers school and my mom said that my brother “brought home the bug.” This happened a week before I was supposed to actually get the measles vaccine. It was then too late for the measles vaccine as I had the measles. Up until then I was healthy.

After the measles, I always had some type of cold, flu, bronchitis, high fevers, painful ear infections, and seizures. My mother said she even had a supply, sort of an emergency kit, which consisted of phenobarbital for the seizures and adrenaline/epinephrine for when my lips actually turned blue because of respiratory problems from the bronchitis.

My earliest memories when I was 3-4 0ld, were my mother actually screaming at the landlord, as we lived in a 3rd floor apartment in Brooklyn NY, when the heat was broken, “If anything happens to my daughter, I will kill you.” He did not kick us out after she did that, he fixed the heat very quickly each time.

Things were also a little different back in those days. Doctors did house calls, the doctor came to our home often.  The Doctor also said to my mom things such as,  “keep her inside until she gets better” and “let her sleep, don’t wake her up.” 

Today doctors don’t do house calls and they don’t say “keep her home until she is better,” they say something more like “she can go back to school or go outside to play after she is on the antibiotics 24 hours.” In other words, back in the days when I was a little girl, children were allowed to be sick, today they are not allowed to be sick or they aren’t given the proper time to recover.

I also did not start speaking when children normally do. My mother thought it was because there weren’t any children in the neighborhood for me to play with and that she had to find a nursery school so I would have other children to play with.  The real problem was, was that I was actually speech delayed because I was 3 1/2, close to 4 years old and I was still not speaking.

My mother found a teacher who was originally from Israel, who ran her own nursery school. My mother enrolled me in the nursery school.  It was that teacher who taught me how to speak.  My mother and father always talked about when I started talking. My parents said when I spoke, I spoke with the same Yiddish accent that the teacher at the nursery school had.  Instead of saying a word like “swing”, I pronounced it as “sving.” My parents got a kick out of that.

Between the ages of 4 and 5 years old, I had a kidney infection that was caused by a strep infection. I was very ill and the doctor told my mother to bring me to the hospital. I remember being in there a week. 

The strep infection that affected the kidneys was from strep infected tonsils that I repeatedly had. My mother stated it had gotten so bad, I had strep infected tonsils every 2 weeks, so the tonsils had to come out. I was 5 years old at the time.

I remember when my mother was preparing me to have the tonsilectomy.  She actually did a really good job because I remember skipping around saying “I’m getting my tonsils taken out” and being very excited about it.  I also remember  when she brought me to the surgical center where the tonsilectomy was done, I remember being on the operating room table before the surgery, I knew I had to count backwards, 5-4-3-2-1. I remember saying to the doctor “OK” when I started to count backwards. 

I still remember waking up in the recovery room after the surgery was done, and I remember my mom carrying me into the house when we got home.

After the tonsils were removed, I started getting better as far as my health. I didn’t get sick as much as I was getting sick between 1 and 5 years old. 

I was able to attend school but from Kindergarden all the way through High School, my mother had a hard time waking me up and getting me out of that bed. There was never a day that I wasn’t late for school.

I was sick more than the other kids in school and always had that on and off sore throat.  I took longer to heal as far as any type of cut or scratches. But I would always bounce back,  and was always able to attend school and was able to pass my classes.

There was one year in elementary school that I was probably absent about 1/2 of the year in total days.  I remember being sick repeatedly with some type of viral illness, 104 fevers, etc.. A couple of days before Christmas break, I remember my mother saying to me, there is 2 more days, why don’t you try to go to school those 2 days.  I remember being able to, and then the Christmas break started.

Another thing that I had trouble with during school, was that I could never focus on the textbooks, thus I never really read them. I was able to take good classroom notes. I passed all of the tests. I always thought, well, the other kids are probably smarter than me. I didn’t know back then, that I probably cognitive difficulties already.
The same thing held true when I was in college. I took excellent classroom notes and was very fast. I could actually transcribe almost every word the professors were saying during the lectures. I had the same problem with the textbooks, I had trouble focusing and became very tired when I tried to read for any length of time. So, I would highlight sections of the material that was covered in the lectures and work around the issue that way. What I had done seemed to work The good thing was, I made it through the Nursing program and became an RN, passed my nursing boards the first time around.

One thing I do remember from when I was that young, until I was older in High School, is that anytime I did get sick, my mother did not let me go out of the house until I was fully well. My mother also always let me sleep, never woke me up until I woke up. She did those things because that’s what the doctor said to do. What she actually did was keep me from becoming sick and disabled sooner.

What I didn’t know until later on in my life, was that my mother always thought something wasn’t right. The doctors never said anything was wrong, but my mother knew. The reason why she knew, was because I got sick more than the other children and that she had to keep me home until I was fully recovered and not just until the fever was gone and that I had to sleep many hours. My mom also didn’t tell me until later on, was that she knew she had the same thing wrong with her, she just didn’t know what it was.

I found work easier than college, I realized was sort of an audio-visual learner. I picked up the routine very quickly and did very well in my job.  On the days that I was off from work, I would tend to hang around the house in my pajamas, I was very tired. I felt that “thing” hanging around in the background from when I was a little girl. I rested most of my days off.

When I got married, it became more difficult.  The days that I worked, I was so tired when I got home from work, I went right to sleep. I didn’t cook dinner on those days.  I remember people at work talking about what they made for dinner the night before. If my co-workers asked me what I had made for my husband for dinner the night before, I was so embarrassed to say that I was tired and went to sleep, I would say that I made some type of dinner.  The “thing” was hanging around in the background, still didn’t know what it was, but knew I had to rest when I was tired.

I also realized, I needed to work closer to home and work hours that were more regular.  I did just that, I changed jobs, from a hospital in Manhatten to a hospital closer to home in Staten Island. I also changed my specialty from CCU to the Operating Room. The Operating Room was open Monday to Friday, closed on weekends and holidays except for on call.  On call was usually once a month.  I was still tired on my days off, but felt a bit of a difference because I was no longer working a 12 hour night shift.  The “thing” was hanging around in the background, but as long as I kept a regular schedule and ate regular meals I did ok. I still didn’t enquire about what that “thing” could be.

I remember it was 1988 and my husband said to me, you get sick more than I do and I heal faster than you do. I said to my husband, don’t worry, one day we will find out what my “mystery illness” is, not realizing that 5 years later we would actually find what that mystery illness was.

In 1990, I gave birth to twins, my daughter and son.  It was a rough pregnancy, I was in the hospital 10 weeks before the delivery, in and out of pre-term labor. I was also not allowed to get out of the hospital bed. I was on full hospital bed rest.  I always wondered if that long hospital stay on full bed rest was a preparation for what was ahead of me not even 5 years later.

A twin pregnancy is considered a high risk pregnancy as 50% are born early.  This pregnancy was the toughest that my ob-gyn doctors had ever seen.  Things happened during the pregnancy that they could not understand including becoming so anemic at one point, they gave me paperwork for family members to fill out in case I needed a blood transfusion, so family members could donate blood. They did that because they said I delivered at that point, they would have to transfuse me because they already knew I was going to be delivering via C-section.

I remember during the anemia problem, I said to my doctor, well im usually tired all of the time everyday. I also said that I thought I always had an iron deficiency.  My doctor said to me, you don’t have iron deficiency anemia, they knew that because they did a extensive work up to see what was causing my CBC numbers, particularly the H&H to drop so low. 

I started thinking about that “thing” that had always been hanging around.  I knew it had something to do with that, but didn’t know how to explain it to the doctors. Since I was a nurse, it was embarrassing to even say that because I still had no idea what the “thing” or “mystery illness” was.

I was also very dehydrated all of the time.  When I first went into the hospital for pre-term labor, I had 2 IV’s, one in each arm, they were infusing each of them 200 cc’s per hour via iv pumps for 3 days.  I was also so thirsty all of the time while I was in there, instead of calling the nurses all of the time to refill my pitcher with water, my husband brought me a 5 gallon container so I would have plenty of water to drink and not have to bother the nurses.  The nurses were so kind, every morning they took my 5 gallon container to the ice machine, filled it up with ice, and then filled it up with water. 

Even though I was drinking all of that water, when I slept at night and then woke up in the morning, I was so dehydrated that my urine was almost brown.  One day the one of the nurses became very alarmed, I told her that happened every morning, and once I started drinking water again, the urine would turn back to a normal color.  The nurses were also seeing things they had never seen before.

The day my twins were born, they were 35 weeks, 5 days and both of them were over 6 pound.  Everyone was so relieved!  They as in all of the staff and my doctors sort of let their hair down and said that they didn’t expect me to walk out of that hospital with my babies. They said my babies were miracle babies! 

Months later after I had the twins, I had went back to work. Maybe a month after I went back to work I woke and had trouble breathing. I then went to the emergency room, the doctors sent me for a chest x-ray, they said I had bronchitis.  They had given me a prescription for antibiotics, and sent me home.  I was home sick from work for about 10 days. I knew it had something to do with the “mystery illness” but still didn’t know what the “mystery illness” was.

The bronchitis came and went for 4 months. My co-workers were worried about me.  They kept saying to me that I didn’t give myself a chance to recover after the pregnancy. They told me later on that I had actually looked very bad as well during that time.

During the 4 months of these bronchitis episodes, the doctor couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He had ordered so many tests including a Cat Scan of my head and could not find an answer. Finally the doctor said, you may have a tumor in your lung that we cant see on the chest x-ray. When the doctor said that to me, my life flashed in front of my eyes, I was only 26 years old and I just had my twin babies months before.  I actually started wondering if I was going to die because I had become so ill.

The doctor also told me that I had an anxiety problem and was probably depressed. I felt so lousy, I believed the doctor and went to a psychiatrist.  That particular psychiatrist was also board certified in Internal medicine and was skeptical of what the doctor was actually telling me.

The doctor admitted me to the hospital during the 4th month of the bronchitis episodes.  He said that I needed to have a bronchoscopy to see if I had that tumor that we couldn’t see on the chest x-ray.  I was in the hospital 2 weeks on IV antibiotics, because the doctor said  I had mycoplasma pneumonia. While I was there, I realized I was on a floor where all of the cancer patients were. The cancer patients were either getting chemotherapy of they were being sent home to die including the woman that was in the other bed in the hospital room that I was in.

During the 2nd week of the hospital stay, I went to the operating room for that bronchoscopy to see if there was a tumor in one of my lungs. The good news was, there was not a tumor in one of my lungs, and the biopsy that the doctor did, of a supposed polyp, was negative.  At the end of the 2 weeks, I was discharged to go home and I was so happy to see my babies and be back home.

End of November-Beginning of December 1990:
When I went back to the psychiatrist, the psychiatrist said he thought I needed a 2nd opinion.  When I saw I saw the psychiatrist again, he said that he wanted me to go for that 2nd opinion because he said that I shouldn’t of still been on the prednisone that the other doctor had prescribed. The psychiatrist said that it was normal to have a certain amount of bronchospasm after the pneumonia, that that I probably did not need it anymore.  The psychiatrist also did not believe that I had asthma that the other doctor said I had.  The psychiatrist handed me the business card of the pulmonary specialist that he wanted me  get the second opinion from.

I went home and told my husband about the 2nd opinion. He said it was a good idea because he didn’t think the doctor who had been treating me knew what he was doing. I then made the appointment for the 2nd opinion.

At this time which was the beginning of December 1990, I went to speak to the nursing director at my job. The nursing director told me that she was going to give me an extended maternity leave and to not to come back until I was fully recovered.  She too thought that I did not give myself a chance to recover from the twin pregnancy.

I then went to see the doctor for the 2nd opinion, a pulmonary specialist, my husband came with me.  I told the doctor everything that had happened. While I was there, I had a chest x-ray, pulmonary function test and blood work.  The doctor had gotten his copy of the PDR.  He looked up Prozac since that was the antidepressant that the psychiatrist had prescribed to me.  Prozac was still a new drug, was only on the market about 3 years at that time.  The doctor stated that he didn’t know much about Prozac at that time, he then pointed out that a side effect of Prozac was Asthma, Bronchitis and Pneumonia, that maybe I needed to cut the dose.  I also signed paperwork for the hospital to release the records so this doctor could see the records from the 2 weeks that I was in the hospital. Before my husband and I left, the doctor stated that he didn’t think I had asthma.

I went back to the psychiatrist and he was very happy and relieved for me as he did not think I had asthma either.  We then cut the Prozac dose to 1/2 of what the dose was.

I think it was about 2 weeks later, that my husband and I went back to that doctor as he just received the records from the hospital.  When we got there, the doctor had the chest x-ray films from the hospital and said that I did not have pneumonia, and that I did not have asthma, that he could not tell me what I had, but I didn’t have pneumonia.  He also didn’t see any type of polyp on the chest x-ray that the other doctor said he had biopsied. He stated that I did not need to be on the prednisone anymore, and that I should start tapering off the drug.

Not long after getting this information, the psychiatrist said that I was not depressed and I could stop taking the Prozac.  The psychiatrist said that they would always be there in case I actually did need them.  I was so happy, I said thank you so much, I gave him a big hug.

I stayed home a few more months to recover from the “mystery illness” as I still did not know what this illness was.  When I did go back to work, I went back to work 2 days a week and no more than that, as I had my twin babies at home and it also gave me a chance to rest between the 2 days. I also thought that maybe I was actually beating what that “mystery illness” was, but at that time, I still did not know what that illness was, that was the Spring of 1991.

My baby, who is my younger son was a surprise, we didn’t exactly plan him.  My husband insisted on taking me away for a week to get away thinking I would get a little more of a break, relax and maybe help with my recovery of what we didn’t know I was recovering from at that time except what was probably that “mystery illness.”  When we came back from the vacation, a few weeks later we found out another baby was on the way.  My husband was actually disappointed that it wasn’t another set of twins believe it or not.  This was the summer of 1991.

 This pregnancy was uneventful compared to the last pregnancy.  I had a few episodes of pre-term contractions that sent me to the L&D, those were caused by dehydration and urinary tract infections, which the doctors administered IV fluids and gave me antibiotics.  Otherwise the “tiredness” you “never knew” that you are supposed to feel during a pregnancy, I did not feel with this pregnancy.  I did very well, I rested on my days off from work, took naps when my twins napped, otherwise felt fine.

My OB/GYN doctors were getting nervous around the 7th month and kept asking me when was I going to stop working and take maternity leave.  They must’ve been suffering a bit of PTSD from my last pregnancy :).  I finally said ok, I will take maternity leave if it makes you feel better :).  This was which was sometime during the month of January 2002, I think around the 3rd week. 

Unfortunately right after I started that maternity leave, my father in law passed away the end of January 1992.  My father in law had a stroke during surgery the summer before and he never recovered. My son was due in less than 2 months at that point.  During that week of the funeral, my husband and I helped his mother, cooking, serve coffee and cake to the family members who visited in the evening, etc…  I pushed a little too much that week.  I felt “the thing” or “mystery illness” kicking in,  it kicked into a flu, upper respiratory infection and laryngitis the week after the funeral.  My OB doctors ordered antibiotics. I thought oh, no, this cant be happening, my son is due in 6 weeks, I can not have this and deliver a baby too, this will not be good.  The scare lasted 3 weeks, then I was recovered.  I was very relieved.  This was the end of February 1992.

It was the 2nd week of March 1992, I went to my OB/GYN doctor for my appointment which was weekly at that point for the last month.  There was a 2 week discrepancy with the due date so my doctor sent me for an ultrasound to see where I was and to see if we were going to try to go ahead an let me try to deliver via v-bac delivery or schedule a C-section because according to the current calculations, I was 41 weeks gestation.  I then went to the OB specialist for the ultrasound appointment to find out what the gestational age of the baby was.  The first thing the specialist said was, you are almost 39 weeks (actually 2 weeks sooner according to the current calculation, and also my correct calculations) ,”that baby has a big abdomen, 10 lbs plus or minus 1/2 of a pound, your not planning v-bac are you?”  I said, oh yes I am!  He said, “oh no, no v-bac for you, you will be having a c-section.”  I thought, well, my doctors will let me try, they are v-bac advocates….yeah right! 

Of course I was in denial.  When I went to see my OB/GYN for my appointment, she said go the hospital tomorrow for your blood work, you are scheduled for a C-section the next day.  I said oh no, she said oh yes, his shoulders are too wide, he will get stuck and we will have to do a C-section anyway.  I cried like a baby, but I got over it, went to the hospital for my testing and packed my bag for the hospital.

March 19th, 1992, my son was born! There was a snow storm and we drove through a foot of snow to get to the hospital for my son to be born.  The specialist who did that ultrasound the week before was pretty much on the money with that weight calculation.  He was 9 pounds, 11 ounces! Everything went text-book perfect, that day could not have went better!  The nurses knew me because of the last pregnancy where spent 2 1/2 months in the hospital, they picked a nice room for me.  The labor and delivery nurses knew me, they were excited to see me and finished the last minute preparations before I was brought into the L&D operating room. My doctors picked the best anesthesiologist who did an awesome job with the epidural anesthesia, the epidural lasted 12 hours. After I was in the recovery room, they wheeled me into the nursery on the stretcher so I could hold my baby, then they brought me to my room.  It was a wonderful day.  It was also an almost birthday present for my husband as his birthday was 2 days later :).

This time around, I stayed home for 6 months before I tried to work again.  I stayed home, gave myself a chance to recover, enjoyed my new baby, and spent time with my twins.

Spring of 1993- Still no name for the “Mystery Illness” or “The Thing.” At this point, I had changed jobs from the Operating Room 2 days a week, where I was on my feet the whole day those 2 days to Cardiac Rehab, where I was able to sit at a desk, much easier. I also found a per-diem job at a same day surgery center, and would work there 1 day maybe over other week depending on how I felt. I had changed jobs because I could not commit to the 2 same days a week in the Operating Room.  I also had another baby who was a surprise.

There was another nurse at the Cardiac Rehab that had the same symptoms as I did. We talked about them every time I saw her.  We would bring in magazine articles to show each other regarding the symptoms. We were wondering if it was that “Epstein Barr” thing that Cher had.  Cher had been on tv 5 years previously where she about her “Epstein Barr” illness that a doctor had found when she had a physical before she was going to be filmed in a movie.  We then saw that the “Epstein Barr” illness was being called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

So one day I said to the other nurse who I worked with at the Cardiac Rehab/my co-worker, I will go to my family doctor, tell him I think I have it and see what happens.  That is what I did.  The family doctor ordered blood work.  When I went back to the family doctor he said I had elevated active Epstein Barr titers, that I probably had the illness.

My family doctor said he didn’t treat the illness, but he gave some suggestions according to what he knew.  He said if I needed to sleep 14 hours, sleep 14 hours. Take vitamins, make sure I ate properly.  He asked me if I exercised. I said yes. He then asked me where my exercise machines were. I said they were in the basement. He said make sure the windows are opened when you are using those exercise machines because you need to get oxygen to your brain, that people with this illness don’t get enough oxygen in their brain. If you notice, he did not know about the exercise issue, which IS the problem with this illness.

When I went back to work after this doctor appointment and told my co-worker about it, we were sort of excited, she figured that she sort of got diagnosed too.  Every time we saw each other, we would talk about our vitamins, I think I remember that we even went to the health food store together.

At this point, when I had a flare-up of this illness, it would last 3 weeks. During those 3 weeks, I had to stay home from my one or 2 days a week from my Cardiac Rehab job.  If I had known what was coming ahead of me 8 months later, I would’ve modified my lifestyle even more. I still wasn’t educated regarding the exercise or “over exertion” which included how much I worked, because the literature wasn’t out there.  The only literature I saw, was that when you were tired, then you should take a nap.

There was a key item missing out of the literature, and that was exercise, aerobic exercise, as in NO aerobic exercise, graded type exercise, and exertion.  These missing items were and are a still huge huge problem that is the main disabling factor of this illness today.  I knew about the over exertion from my personal experience, when I over-did it, I got sicker, but I didn’t know that was a missing item in the literature or anything I could find about the condition at that point.  There was not any information about a symptom I had never even heard of at the time, and that symptom was called “Post Exertional Malaise.” 

End of 1993, at this point, I had 2-3 week crashes/relapses and I was dragging myself to work. My kids and I all got the “flu” and respiratory infections.  I went to an internist, I figured the internist would know a little bit more about how to treat me.  When I told the internist I had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, he asked me when I was diagnosed with that and did blood work, gave me a prescription for antibiotics.  When I followed up with the internist the next week, he confirmed via my labs that I had active and elevated Epstein Barr titers.  I asked what kind of treatment is there for this.  He said there is none, that I would have to rest until I felt better.  I thought oh my, how long am I supposed to rest, this thing felt like it was not going away at this point.

January of 1994, 2nd week, I was still not feeling well, thought I would bounce back as I had previously.  I decided to work the day I was on the schedule to work at the same day surgery center I worked in one day every other week or when I felt well enough to work there.  The day I was scheduled to  frost the car to get to work. It took over an hour to get there.  Everyone was late including the patients, so it all worked out.  At this point I was also bringing my lunch with me to make sure I was eating properly. 

When it came time to drive home, the roads were a mess and the highway was a mess because of the ice storm, I had to drive slow.  While I was driving, it was time to take the anti-biotic that I was still taking that was ordered by the internist for the respiratory infection. As soon as I took that antibiotic, I felt like I was on fire, I looked in the rear-view mirror, I was actually red as a lobster. I thought oh no, im having an allergic reaction to that antibiotic. I was driving on the highway when this was happening. I opened up the window as I felt a bit short of breath and was actually leaning my head out of the window.  I thought, I need to find a pharmacy that is opened because when I looked in my purse I saw that I did not have my Benadryl with me as I usually did because I started experiencing allergic reactions since the previous year.

I got off at the next exit, drove one blog and there was a pharmacy. I went in to the pharmacy, right to the counter and asked the pharmacist where the Benadryl was, that I was having an allergic reaction.  The pharmacist handed me the Benadryl, and I took it right there before I paid for it.  I then got back into the car, figured I could make it home, but  I kept feeling like I was getting “hotter.”  I thought, nope, this allergic reaction isn’t going away.

I was near the last exit in Brooklyn before the exit to the Verrazano Bridge.  There was a hospital right off of that last exit. So I got off of the exit, parked the car, went into the emergency room.  There was a man standing there, he said sign this, and the will call you when they get to your name. I thought, what is that man crazy?!?!

An emergency room nurse then walked by I said im having an allergic reaction, she took a look at me and took me right in.  They gave me an injection of epinephrine and watched me for a while.  It always feels like you are in those places forever, I really don’t know how long I was in there. I do know when the nurse let me leave, it was still light outside and this was in the month of January.  So it had to be before 5:30 pm I would think.

It didn’t take long, I was 1/2 way across the Verrazano Bridge, which is about a 2-2 1/2 mile span, and I felt the fire again. I looked in that rear view mirror and I was red as a lobster again. I thought well, I cant turn around here, I have to keep going, and hope for the best.

I did make it home ok.  I was red as a lobster until 11 pm that night.  I was devastated.  I thought, this illness is here to stay and I am never going to get better.  A good friend of mine, who is also a nurse, whom I was talking to on the phone that night, I said, no on  knows how to treat me, this is awful.  she said let me make some phone calls, I will see what I can find as far as help.

30 minutes later, my friend gave me 3 phone numbers and one of the phone numbers were Dr. Susan Levine. I did have Dr. Levine’s phone number.  I had a copy of the Manhatten yellow pages. She was the only infectious disease doctor in the yellow pages at that time who treated “CFS” or “CFIDS”, I didn’t know she was a reknown doctor or a researcher doctor yet.

The next day I called Dr. Levine’s office and she actually answered the phone, she had an appointment opening the next week. I thought oh wow, how awesome is that, I do not have to wait for months. My first appointment was January 31st, 1994.

Then the treatment began!

The thing about the treatment…….The insurance paid at first, but then it didn’t.  The meds that made a difference were “off-label”, meaning, they were not approved by the FDA and you had to pay cash if you wanted them.

20 years later…..Those meds are still off-label.

None of those meds and the other experimental immune modulator Ampligen have been approved. I thought by now they would be approved. I thought 10 years ago all of these meds would be approved…..

Not one…..


It was the 10 year mark and $250,ooo later….no more money for off-label drugs and that was 2004.

Its 2014…..we still do not have those meds.

We have some things the insurance pays for, but not those. The immune modulators and immune globulin are what decreases or inactivates those viral titers and helps us as far as functionality, decrease of the crash time, and less to no infections.

Its 2014 and we still wait!

How much longer?

I don’t know, it doesn’t look like we are even close yet.

Nothing has changed 😦



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