Three years ago we became very ill – diarrhea, vomiting and a lot of pain; I lost about 50 pounds in one year. Both of us were referred to the “Gods of UCLA,” and that got us absolutely no-where except handily emptied our pockets. Between the two of us we have had approximately 100 different tests, from urinalysis to capsule endoscopies, colonoscopies, and so many more exams that we’ve lost count.
After two years we stopped the endless cycle of examinations, and are learning how to simply survive day to day and limp through this with pallative care.
We know that we are not alone. Dying is a fact of life. A one-way ticket was issued to each of us the moment we were born. Just one thing though: There’s no date and time stamp on it.
There are many people in the world who go through hell before dying. Some go peacefully, some not too gracefully…but none-the-less, we are all on that journey to our last breath. We have several things in common with our fellow-human beings: birth and death. (Not everyone pays taxes from what we’ve heard!).
For the past three years we have fought the reality of our condition. We have found out about the painful realization that yes, it’s true . . . doctors often “practice” medicine. They make mistakes. Nurses and other health care workers can be careless, inconsiderate, and rude. I swear some of the doctors and nurses who we have met must religiously watch the television show “House,” and try very hard to imitate his behavior.
Lucky for us, we have found a doctor who has been trying her very, very best to help us cope. She can’t and won’t guess what is wrong with us. We appreciate the honesty. It’s difficult to accept, though. So, the records show that we are suffering from chronic bla-bla-bla which will put us either under or sprinkled near dirt…from dust to dust, from ashes to ashes.
All we know is that we have heavy metal poisoning (Patti: Uranium U-238/depleted uranium – and Richard has an extremely high level – off the charts level – of Tungsten.) Oh, let’s not forget…we both have a goodly dash of Arsenic in the test results.
We live on opium to control pain, tincture of opium to control the diahrrea; and many other pain killers –if we had to pay on the open market, our pain killers and other medicines to keep us from shitting to death immediately, etc. – the cost is approximately $6,000.00 A MONTH PER PERSON. Isn’t that crazy?
Today we know we have very, little time left on planet earth. So, that’s our situation. We can (and do) whine, cry, and wish for a life very different than this. But, that’s not apparently in the cards.
Richard and I have been together for 20+ years and our love is sure and solid. It may seem odd that we have the same thing (uranium and tungsten are an isotope apart – same thing; just a tiny dot apart.); yes, while it appears weird that we have the same thing, it’s not because of our past history together …
Our belief of how we got heavy metal poisoning is because we worked on three U.S. military bases where we were exposed to poisoning – both in work and in play. Work of course, and then scuba diving on the Kwajalein atolls (ocean side and in the lagoons), Kosrae, Pompei, Ant Atoll, all areas of Bali (Indonesia), Morhea (Tahiti), Fiji (a variety of locations and islands), Mexico – Cabo San Lucas and the wild underwater habitat, the blue holes of the Bahamas on Andros. Gosh, I’ve lost count – there’s more, but I can’t remember all of the scuba jaunts.
- NUWC – Naval Undersea Warfare Center, Andros Island, Bahamas
- USAKA – Army Base, Kwajalein, Marshall Islands
- Yuma Proving Grounds, Yuma, Arizona, USA
Commonality of things at these military bases was …. Drum roll …heavy metal poisoning…
It’s very common for this type of poisoning to lurk in your body tissues, bones, bone marrow and the vast areas of our systems without showing much, if any, evidence of problems. And, then, “bam,” the poisoning can be set off by something introduced into the system – creating extreme illness and then…death.
So – there’s a little bit of information about who we are and where we’re gioing. The physical realities of our poisoning went from gradual changes to worse very quickly, so we’re very aware that we do not have much time left on our clocks. The morphine, opium and all the other drugs aren’t “doing the trick anymore” and we both experience “break-through” pain. When the tick-tocking got faster and faster, we made a deal with each other that we are going to enforce DNR with a vengence, The other day I saw a picture of a woman who actually had those initials tatooed onto her chest. I think that’s just a bit extreme, but, each to his or her own,..strange as it seems!
Why this blog? Because we want to get this information out there.
We believe that this world is dying by our own hand. We have to stop this. Humans are destroying life. The destruction that we are creating is inexcusable. What we have is a form of what is known as “Gulf War Syndrome” – and now the addition to the mix in the form of depleted uranium and tungsten poisoning is killing off thousands of people in both the military and civilian contractor worlds of work.
Very Bad Things Are Happening to Decent People