There is a reason people have coined the term 'Mama Bear'. They are one of the most protective animals over their cubs. Most of us mothers know that the moment we feel our little ones kick inside of us a protective bear like quality becomes instinctual. We would do anything we could to protect our children. Fight any battle no matter what the cost.
When my sister suggested I read a book by Jenny McCarthy titled, "Louder than Words" I was eager. I had read her other funny and comical books about pregnancy and becoming a new mom. This one was different. I knew that but I was curious about what had happened to her son, Evan. I didn't have an opinion and didn't even know what she said had happened. So I read. I read and read and read... all of it.. in 24 hours. Its been 8 years since I read that book however I can recall the panic she felt finding her son that morning. I recall her waiting at the hospital for answers frustrated that nothing seemed to make sense. More than anything I remember her story of two LDS missionaries who she claims were "two of the many different healers" she brought into her son's life who was diagnosed with Autism. I am also LDS (Mormon) and this story hit me hard. What a testimony to my faith from someone I never thought would tell me a story to strengthen my faith in the gospel.
This is from her book which I found online because I could never tell the story as well as hearing it straight from the woman herself. In Chapter 5 of her book, on page 43 she writes:
"I had overheard someone talking about the Mormons having some amazing healing prayer that cured people. A close friend of mine told me that was how they'd brought their child out of a coma, and yada yada yada yada. Now, I'm a pretty grounded person and don't believe everything I hear, but when you have a sick kid, you would cut off a chicken's head if you thought it would cure him. I'm sure it doesn't surprise anyone who has gotten to know me through my other books that I had the b---- to contact the Mormon Tabernacle Church myself. I spoke to a man there and told them of my situation. I told them I was not a Mormon but would be so grateful if they could come and do this prayer for my son. They were very polite and agreed to send over the missionaries who had been "blessed" or whatever to do it. I was so happy when I hung up, I called my mom and said, "Mom, the Mormons are coming over! The Mormons are coming over!
She was happy for me mainly because it was the first time I had been able to get happy about anything in a very long time. Go figure! So the day of the Mormons' visit arrived, and I was anxiously waiting. I cleaned the house and put Evan in a respectable outfit instead of his usual T-shirts with rock bands on them. I even made oatmeal cookies to give the Mormons as a thank-you, because I wasn't sure if they would be offended by money. John informed me that the Mormons had some pretty strict rules on swearing and sex and anything lewd. I replied, "I hope they don't recognize me. DING-DONG
I ran and put on a sweatshirt to try and conceal any part of me that could possibly have a sexy curve, and then I answered the door. "Hello," I said. My excited smile turned into an inquisitive one. The two men who were standing at my door and were able to perform miracles through their prayer were only about nineteen years old. As expected, they were wearing long-sleeved white shirts and their long ties, and they looked very sweet. I invited them in and brought Evan over to greet them. They were very kind to him, and one of them even pulled out two small toy balls for him. Sadly, my son was still in zombie mode and didn't respond to them at all..... ......asked them what we needed to do to prep for the prayer. They said to have Evan sit by himself in a chair. They were going to place their hands on top of his head and do a fifteen-minute prayer blessing. I said, "Evan doesn't like to be touched on the head at all, so the likelihood of you guys getting four hands to rest on his head for more than one second will be a miracle unto itself."
They kind of ignored my warning with, I must say, dignified confidence, and started the process. I sat Evan on the chair, and they placed all four hands on top of his head and I squinted, waiting to hear a smack and a scream come from Evan. Weirdly enough, I didn't hear a peep. Evan sat there while the Mormons did their thing, and I was amazed. I thought if they could get him to do that, maybe they could cure him from epilepsy. When the prayer was finished they removed their hands and told me they saw him healing in a year's time. I thanked them over and over again...."
Wow! I couldn't believe that here I was reading this book from a celebrity with a reputation and here she is discussing the Priesthood Blessing. Not only that but the missionaries told her that her son would be healed in a year and he was!!! He was! She had recovered her son from Autism. I knew at that moment that I needed to make a choice for my new baby girl. And that is where the battle began. I read her other book she wrote with Dr. Jerry Kartzinel titled, "Healing and Preventing Autism".
This was the first book that examined scientifically what could go wrong with vaccines and our bodies. It was written like an interview. I knew that my battle to keep my baby safe from the possibility of Autism was to begin.
PROBLEM: My battle had to begin in my own home. My husband was going to school to become a Registered Nurse. He was pro-vaccine. We had discussions and I continued to research. We agreed that we would follow one of the neurologists from the books I had read to wait until our daughter was 2 years old and that we would only give 1 shot at a time and they would be spaced out by at least 6 months to a year. My husband was very open minded to the research I had done. It wasn't much but he was adamant that we at least give our daughter vaccines but he was fine with waiting until their immune system was more developed.
So battle one was won. Onto battle two .......
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