The first week after the diagnosis, I grieved. I cried, I screamed. I questioned my faith and I prepared myself mentally for a worst case scenario. I felt as if I had lost my son. My husband spent hours researching treatments and therapies and then suggested we try a biomedical approach.
I was 24 years old when I had my son, Christian, in 1999. He was such a good baby. He started taking his first steps when he was just two months old. He had a lump on the side of his neck and I noticed he couldn’t turn his head.
In 2006, we welcomed another baby boy into our family. Luke was born with a shock of jet black hair and a beautiful disposition. He was an easy-going baby, breastfed well (always hungry) and was a gorgeous brother to Jack.
thought I had done everything right. I had opted out of a sonogram, ate organic food, used organic products, and exercised while carrying my son, River. He was born naturally, without any complications, weighed nearly 9 pounds, and we chose not to vaccinate.
Medical professionals gave them little hope. “We had to become our child’s advocate,” says Sue. “We had to find doctors we could trust. We were living under a veil of bleakness, feeling isolated.”