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I know, folks just thing we imagine these things, but this really happened, and it’s just one story! I have others.

Back in 2023, early on, my sis was in the hospital, again.  I was there with her, waiting in ER.  Consequently, my husband, with COPD and bad back, was alone at home with the dog and cat.  Well, Clover had to go out, and he was going to have to do it somehow.  He got on the mobility scooter, with Clover on the leash, and went down the driveway, around the corner, and out to good old Glade Drive.  After they had gone far enough, and Clover had done her business, he decided to try the dirt hill back up to our back yard rather than go all the way around again.

The scooter couldn’t do the hill.  It overturned tossing my old guy to the ground, on the hard sidewalk.  Disaster!

He lay there for a bit, clearing his head, and lo and behold, a motorcyclist, all covered with his protective clothing, stopped on the road.  He approached, checked out my guy, picked him up, and righted the mobility scooter.  When all the rescue was accomplished, he hopped on his motorcycle and rode off without a word.

That, folks, was an angel.  No question in my mind about that.  And they walk among us everyday!  Thanks be to a loving God, and blessings he bestows on us often without notice!

Sometimes, we must notice!

Sometime ago, I discovered a substack writer called A Midwestern Doctor writing on “The Forgotten Side of Medicine.” He apparently began his writings very early COVID, and has written extensively about how medicine used to be, and old remedies folks don’t know about. And then he began a series of articles on DMSO. That’s dimethyl sulfoxide. Back in the 60’s, it was going to be the cure for everything! But, of course, since it’s a natural byproduct of the paper making industry, it’s not something pharmaceutical industries could patent and make bundles of money on. So, It got sidelined, sort of. Well, he actually goes into how FDA pushed it into oblivion. There’s enough material there for an entire book on DMSO, and all the things it could be used for in medicine.

Long story short, I found some cream on Amazon, and plastered my husbands entire back with it one day, to see what would happen.  Supposed to treat pain.

Well, later that day, when he came to bed, he asked “What was that stuff you put on my back!”

So, apparently it made a difference.  He’s been a victim of chronic pain since having back surgery that created more pain than was there before!  Had been taking nsaids everyday for years!  We should all know by now they can damage kidneys and liver, and long term use is not good.

So, I rubbed some on my arthritic knees!  Wow!  I’ve not taken an nsaid or even aspirin since I started using it on my really bad knees.  I used to get injections fairly regularly.  Now I don’t need that.  I just rub them everyday.  They don’t work any better, but they don’t hurt, unless I overuse or twist oddly.  Indeed, it works so well, I was able to kneel at mass which I haven’t been able to do for years!  I won’t do that regularly, because getting up and down is still very difficult.  But, I’m very, very pleased with this simple solvent!

Oh, one must be careful, only rub it on clean skin, with clean hands, because this simple solvent will take whatever substance it finds and push it into your rubbed site.  So, care is needed.  And proper information.  But the articles AMD has written document and contain many studies, and testimonials describing many other types of treatment for serious conditions.  And because of the solvent effect, it can dramatically improve other treatments one might be using.

I’ve found several DMSO books on Amazon now, and I do hope AMD decides to pull all his exhaustive writings together and publish a book, because I like keeping credible important information where I can easily find it.  Like my kindle.

Oh, and that’s not all. My guy, my husband, has a condition we thought was COPD, and is under treatment for it, and the doc discovered it’s really pulmonary fibrosis.  Well, it seems DMSO is having an effect on his lungs.  I’ve been rubbing his entire back, and ribs around the side, and he’s got more energy, walks farther, doesn’t use the wheelchair, and doesn’t even use the walker often anymore!  He’s making the morning coffee, starting the dishwasher, feeding the birds, and getting around much better than he has for months!  I dared to ask in comments on the substack if perhaps rubbing the back was helping the lungs, and AMD responded with a simple, “Yes.”

I’m keeping this daily routine and will mention it to the COPD doc when we go this month.  Wonder what he will say?

 

For all of you who think you know your children when they are really young, there will always be surprises.  There will be slow changes throughout their growing up years that you may not even detect as they learn, experience, and grow.  I’d suppose most of us worry and care greatly about what happens to them, and work hard to shape their experiences to be positive.  We want what’s best for our little loved ones.  And all the while we are enjoying their lively personalities and watching them grow and experience, we really have no idea how they will be as grown ups, until it happens.

And often, it’s surprising.  And amazing.  It’s a granddaughter I’m thinking about right now.  She’s here, at her mom’s house, for just a few short days this Christmas season, and it’s been five years, at least, since I’ve seen her or had a chance for a grandmotherly hug.  Hugs are still great, but wow, the rest of her.  Who knew?  When she was a sweet little darling, there was no clue to her future.  Well, except her interest in odd food choices for a small child.  Usually, they want mac-cheese, simple stuff, nothing complex.  But she would try almost anything.

My little ballerina, my buddy, has grown to be a complex, beautiful person, with talent and a calm demeanor in the most chaotic situations.  So sweet, too.  In the midst of hustle and bustle of a Christmas at her moms crowded house, she stands in the kitchen, in the middle of confusion and chaos, and creates and creates and creates.  Wonderful goodies for us all to eat!  Who would have thought!

On Christmas eve, she made creme puffs so good, and so many, for a lot of people, and we all enjoyed them so much.  Who makes creme puffs at home anymore?  Only a true artist in the kitchen.  Then, on Christmas day, again standing in the chaotic kitchen, she produces a superb soup, and helps with jalapeno poppers and finishes our repast with creme brulee served in fresh lemon rinds….so unique and tasty!  And, again, enough to go around, when the house was crowded with family and friends.  And instead of panic or rushing, she’s calm, collected and enjoying it!  Amazing Grace!

I’m so glad they came down from the cold of Minnesota to spend time with us, even if only for a few days.  Today, she goes back north, and continues her studies and cooking in restaurant kitchen.  Somehow, I expect that’s an experience that has taught her that calm, that resolve, and nurtured that amazing talent.

Like I said, you never know.

Woke all by myself, after a wonderful deep sleep that was just what this old gal needed. Lord, I am truly grateful for a good nights sleep. Also, just want to add my wonderful fluffy pets, Ash, the wild adventurer in her old age, and Clover, who guards my door dutifully each night, and usually calls me at her buddy’s bidding. Those two are so precious to me.

I had a dream that included all sorts of memories. Memories from a time before the so-called plandemic, when one trusted one’s medical team and felt confident in their care. All that is gone now, as we see that they, too, are often deceived by their own teachers, by government interference, by the regulation of the industry. Dare I say regimentation of care protocols dictated by corporate interests, and guided by government regulating care to suit their needs to control. Oh, dear. So cynical.

I dreamt of a time when my heart was often racing, and it was a bit scary. I knew afib ran in the family, and thought that I had it, too. Once, it ran on for well over an hour at 150 or more, and that’s obviously not good, so I wound up in ER but, of course, as usual, as soon as they got the IV in my arm installed, before any medication got there, it stopped and slowed down to a normal rhythm. Hmmm…. Then it happened while at my doctors office, once, and he was panicky, and after an hour they wanted to call an ambulance and send me back to ER. And I sat up quickly and said, “That’s ridiculous! Call my husband. He’s two minutes from the office, and he can take me over!”

Well, it must have been the sudden movement, because that old heart slowed down just like the earlier time. The doc was relieved, but he sent me to a cardiologist then. He did testing, and discovered that what I had was not afib, but what’s known as atrial flutter, a much less serious problem. He mentioned that it can sometimes be fixed altogether. So, after a few appointments, I said, “You said this can be fixed. Let’s not wait until I’m too old to handle the procedure. Let’s just do it!” Well, he was pleased, and all smiles. Scheduled an appointment for me with Doc Attiga, who prepared me, and we did the ablation.

That wonderful doc specialized in the body’s electrical system, something I never knew existed! Most folks don’t. Every heartbeat is forced by an electrical charge, who knew? I never did discover the difference in flutter and afib, but after the procedure, my wonderful doc did an online thing like zoom, for his patients, allowing questions and answers to help us understand what was happening with our hearts, and how what he did helps. It was wonderfully informative, and gave us confidence we’d made the right choice.

Of course, he did close out the presentation with these words. “Of course, even with all that help and knowledge, there is always the possibility those electrical impulses can just stop. And we all should know what that means.”

Knowing what I do now about the medical industry, I’m reminded that back then no one sold me on the procedure and clearly put my decision and desires ahead of profit, ahead of money. Today, I will always be suspicious of any recommendation for treatment.

But I am also grateful to that wonderful “Spirit in the Sky”, a loving God, for keeping me going to take care of my husband, and my wonderful pets! Each day added to my long life, I wake so grateful! I’ve got a loving family, wonderful memories, have had so many opportunities in my life. Thank you, God, for all you’ve given, including your Son, Jesus, sacrifice for all our sins, who also taught us how really easy it is to be in your good graces. He explained we have free will. We choose to believe, we choose to ask forgiveness, we choose life with God. Or not. It’s up to us.

But, ultimately, I know so so so much is up to God the Father of us all. When those electrical impulses stop, I will know I’m wanted elsewhere.

If you have any medical condition at all, and worry you might not be getting the best care from your  care team, then you should do your own research.  Best I’ve found is A Midwestern Doctor on the Forgotten Side of Medicine.  His articles are technical, and pages and pages of studies are usually included.  The Article Index lists so many conditions, medications, problems, etc., that you can find almost anything explored there, and by a very good writer who is very thorough.

Recently, he’s done several articles with great detail on DMSO and while I had heard of it, during the time I tried MMS, I hadn’t really looked into it.  I’m so glad he did.  Because my husband and I both have chronic pain issues.  His back surgery was a disaster, and he’s been in pain for many years.  Taking nsaids all the time.  They aren’t good for you, we’ve been told recently.  And my knees are gone.  Just bone on bone.  And painful.

Well, I found some very nice smelling DMSO cream on Amazon, and began applying it to his back.  The first day, when he came to bed he just said, “What was that stuff?”  So, apparently, nothing has worked so well at treating his back pain.

My knees don’t work any better, getting up and down is difficult.  But the pain is gone.  Well, so long as I don’t forget to rub them up in the morning.  Takes about an hour for the full effect of the pain relief, but it’s so obvious.  Lately, I’ve noticed it’s getting to be longer wait to get new jars of that wonderful stuff.  I’m suspecting others have read his DMSO articles, and are waking up.

No doctor has ever recommended DMSO for the pain we feel.  Hmmmm.  Wonder why?  The expensive ointments and pills doctors push these days do nothing.  Nothing.  While this plain solvent, they can’t even patent, is doing just a wonderful job!

There’s so much more over there on his site.  Don’t miss it!  You might feel better!