The Unexpected Present

Wild Thing, Yuri Makes My Heart Sing

Nellie Birdwatcher

It’s New Year’s Eve. Yuri tells me at breakfast how much he wants to play music again. That one sentence makes my heart sing. We had a pretty tough year. We lost some close friends and had a close call when Yuri’s second flare-up from the mRNA vaccine’s spike protein-induced vasculitis and missteps by medical professionals sent him into the ICU again. Like it or not, this product was rushed to the market.

It’s a gene-based technology where human cells are turned into “foreign protein” factories, with odd combinations of toxic proteins injected into the body. The cells start making their toxic proteins over time, which could take several weeks before something happens. Manipulating the spike protein to last longer than it would on its own can wreak havoc on humans; hence the pharmaceutical industry notes that “rare adverse events can occur.” And we don’t know how long it lasts.

This is not hearsay. It is science, and we can attest to the issues from our combined medical reports. Cells don’t lie, and the ones in Yuri’s body tried to eliminate what didn’t belong there. Replicating cells induce inflammation; the spike protein gets into the lining of blood vessels sending inflammation through the entire body. It triggers a stickiness in cells, the platelets red and white cells, plug up the vessels in the lungs, and now, you can’t breathe—one helluva science experiment. By the end of 2022, Reuters reports that 7,500 vaccine injury cases have been reported to VAERS (Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System), a small agency with approximately eight people checking the reports. So far, only 12 claims have been approved. Renee Gentry, director of the Vaccine Injury Litigation Clinic, said, “It’s unfair to those who did their civic duty to protect themselves and their community by getting vaccinated and were injured.”

The other issue that has become an enormous problem is private equity firms taking over the healthcare industry. Corporate ownership of medical practice is technically illegal, but that hasn’t stopped them from taking over ER staffing groups, anesthesiology, and hospital medicine—nearly 70% of physicians in the U.S. are now employed by corporations and hospitals. One firm replied that it complies with state laws, and its operating structure is standard in the healthcare industry. They maintain that their administrators hire new staff, open new markets, and integrate or develop new technologies making it more efficient. Still, they prioritize profits, maximizing revenue, cutting costs, and consolidating smaller practices into bigger groups to become regionally dominant. Emphasis is on speed, checklists, and high patient volume over safety, with a preference for lesser-trained, cheaper medical providers, and treatment protocols that may be unsuitable for certain patients. We almost paid a high price both times for Yuri’s tour of duty against mRNA spike protein invasion.

However, conventional medicine is effective in life-threatening situations and saved Yuri’s life. We have learned to ask questions, request options, and be able to make decisions for quality of life. It surprised us that one physician apologized for not listening to Yuri’s medical history knowledge that I was begging anyone to pay attention to. We are thankful for the guardian angels that looked after us – ICU nurses, respiratory therapists, and technicians. Especially the cleaning lady who understood the gray zone we had to navigate. She hugged me when I told her I was taking Yuri home. It’s time for us to take charge of our health and not leave it to the MBA experts that have overtaken the regulatory system and the hawking media “brought to you by Big Pharma.”

“I have come to the conclusion that herbal medicine is the medicine of the home.” (Rosemary Gladstar). This is the self-care we almost lost, and now we have found it is helping us get back to the garden (Yuri’s music and my art) wherever it will take us. We are very grateful to all our friends and family members who took the time to keep us grounded. The calls and notes have kept us afloat for the past eighteen months. So much thought and prayers made us aware that there is more to the mind/body/spirit belief than meets the eye, and it helps us overcome the obstacles in our paths with more vigor and determination.

Yesterday, I joined friends, many from childhood, to say goodbye to a parish elder, Anna (91). She was the last of a core group of Ukrainian immigrants, a “found family” that included my parents, who built communities, maintaining a presence and example for the next generation coming into their own. We shared our coming-of-age stories and celebrated a life that had meaning, as every human life does. Everyone felt lucky by the end of the day. Life is good.

So, as the new year comes in a few hours, we wish for a better world. Peace for Ukraine. Health and happiness to all come what may. Yuri is practicing guitar and violin. His voice sounds great. He and I worked on a music video that will come out soon. I’m writing a memoir and organizing my art studio. My sister built and gifted us a bird feeder for our windowsill. Nellie loves her Nature channel.

Auld Lang Syne.

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