A True Story – Sort of
I must have sat in the pre birth station for a long time.
It was massive. As far as you could see, there was nothing
but seats with little TV screens. Each seat had a child in
wating. One of the other kids said it looked like a big
train station. Whatever that meant. I haven't the foggiest
idea what a train is.
Like all the other children, I just sat there, forever
it seems, watching my new parents on my screen. Well,
I hoped they would be my new parents. They were a
beautiful couple. I watched them grow up, go to school
and get married. I listened in as they talked about
having children. ME!
But as time passed, nothing happened.
Some of the supervisors came by and asked if I wanted
to be reassigned to a different couple. But I loved my
mom and dad. So I sat there watching the screen, praying
for something to happen.
Then one day my parents decided to go visit a "Baby
Doctor". He tested both mom and dad. He then guaranteed
that for $1400 per month he would get them a baby.
Things were looking up.
So mom took the medications for month after month. She
used little glass sticks to tell her when she was hot.
Then she and dad kissed a lot.
But, still, nothing happened.
So they went to another doctor and he said that for
$2000 a month he would get her pregnant.
Three more doctors couldn't do anything. The last one
said something about "Poly Cystic Ovaries." Whatever
that means.
Mom cried a lot after that.
My grandmother worked for someone that did business
with a man who made people healthier by working on
their homes. Didn't use pills or shots. He didn't
even touch people. Just touched their homes.
So they called him.
He told them how certain things in the home interfered
with mom's body. They talked about cleaning products,
and wall paper, and sofas. He said the body can't work
right if the body is polluted by stuff in the house.
He kept using the term "Environmental Estrogens". He
said these estrogens interfered with the estrogens
that were in her body already. I didn't understand.
Mom did.
He found out that their biggest environmental estrogen
came from mold in their basement. Some kind of water
leak, he said.
He told them, "If you can't drink it, don't spray it."
That was the Rule of Thumb when buying cleaning products
or having someone work with your home's environment.
So they changed their cleaning products, did things
all natural, and cleaned out the mold in their home.
They got all the doctor's medicines and chemicals out
of mom's body. The people who cleaned out the mold
were willing to drink their mold removal material in
front of my parents. They said it tasted horrible but
was perfectly safe.
They told my parents that most mold removing things
did more damage to the body than the mold.
Well, two months later, the supervisor came by my
seat and said "get ready."
It was TIME!
My name is Heather. The doctors say I'm perfectly
healthy.
I still remember that phrase, "If you can't drink
it, don't spray it."
Happy Birthday!
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About The Author
Dr GW Graham
30 Years in Environmental Counseling
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