If you’re reading this, you’re probably looking for answers. Answers other than simply “popping a pill.” Sometimes I forget that we, you and I, aren’t the norm. Most people really don’t want to know…they don’t want to hear that the food they are feeding their family is making them sick. Your doctor friends don’t want to hear that the vaccines they are pushing may not abide by the “do no harm” creed. And your relatives don’t really want your advice. No matter how well intentioned. No matter that you tell them out of love, because you honestly want to help them, and you’ve seen your child GET BETTER, when she was lost to PANDAS disease. She’s better. Our entire family feels better. My husband and I have lost weight, and feel great, our children are thriving. And we want to share this amazing secret with everyone we love…but….can’t…because they shut us out, at best, and get angry and offended, at worst. They don’t want to hear it. It’s much easier to believe your M.D. doctor than your niece / sister / daughter.
“Our Great Grandparents ate this way and they lived to be 100.” (Actually they didn’t, the bacon they ate was from their free range pig. Pesticides weren’t on the menu. Their eggs were from their free range chickens. Their vegetables came from their organic garden. Their beef was from their own grass fed steer. Their milk and butter was from their dairy cow, raw and fresh and GOOD.)
Sometimes I get so frustrated I want to scream. But then I remember, that was me…before PANDAS disease struck. I tuned out my “healthy” friends lectures as I rolled out my homemade refined flour incredibly DELICIOUS cinnamon rolls and doused them in sugar. I didn’t want to listen, and I didn’t want to make the changes…it was all “too hard, too expensive, too much trouble.”
Until you’re faced with no option, and you’re seeking answers late into the night, and crying all day, and praying for healing…then you’ll do anything to get your child back. Even if it’s crazy.
Jesus knew this feeling, this rejection. All too well. “they were deeply offended and refused to believe in him. Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his own family” (Matthew 13:57).
Jesus knew that the ones that would come to Him for healing and answers were the ones that were desperate, and needy, when the doctors had no answers, and they had no where else to turn. “A woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched. ” (Luke 8)
When I’m hurt, and offended, and want to scream, “PLEASE, please, listen to me, I just want to help!!” Jesus understands. He’s still calling to us, begging us to listen to Him before it’s too late.
“See to it, brothers and sisters, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today,” so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness. We have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original conviction firmly to the very end. As has just been said:
“Today, if you hear his voice,
do not harden your hearts…” (Hebrews 3)
Because, here’s the thing. PANDAS disease, Autism, Cancer, all of this sickness and disease…it’s all temporary. It’s all going to end. I shouldn’t get frustrated when my family or friends won’t listen to my advice about diet and donkey milk and health….it sounds crazy. Jesus was familiar with that label too….they thought He was crazy…who believes he is the Son of God, who claims to raise the dead, except a crazy man? Or….a man who truly had all the answers, who came to share the truth and set us all free…if we are desperate enough to realize He’s the only answer, and no one else can save us from this hell.
My answers are all temporary. His answers are Eternal. Eternally healed. Eternally joyful. Eternally at peace. No fear. No tears.
So, Lord, help me to know when to keep silent, and to know when to speak. Give me the wisdom to let go, and to trust YOU to bring the ones that are looking for answers. And may my words be a blessing and not a curse. And let me always remember, that YOU are the one True Healer.
Please join the Facebook Group “Healing with Donkey Milk” for more information and sources. This blog is written by an anonymous mom. PANDAS disease is ugly. It’s practically unheard of, but it’s not rare. 1 in 200 kids has it. That’s right up there with childhood diabetes…but my pediatrician had never heard of it. This leads me to the question, how many kids out there are misdiagnosed, drugged for “behavioral issues”, OCD, schizophrenia, ADD, Autism, ADHD, Anorexic, or taken from their “bad” parents by well meaning doctors, teachers, and lawyers who don’t know about PANDAS. How many parents are searching for answers every night, in silent agony over losing their child, and have no one to talk to, no one who understands. This blog is for those parents. Those doctors. Those teachers. But mostly, it’s for those children. The ones with the fear in their eyes and the haunted look. The chapped and bloodied hands from washing incessantly. The lost childhood. Lord, multiply this, share it with those who need it most. I don’t have time, or resources, or knowledge to get it into their hands. If it will bless them, let this reach them. In Jesus Name I pray for each hurting child. Amen.
Disclaimer: This blog exists for informational purposes only. Posts should NOT be regarded as medical advice. No author or commentator shall be liable for advice given. It is every parent’s responsibility to determine whether camel milk, donkey milk, specific supplements, the ACC protocol or other biomedical interventions are appropriate for their child. Furthermore, dosing for vitamins and supplements needs to be tailored to an individual’s needs with the help of a professional. Thank you for reading and, please share with those in need of hope!