Omicron BA.2 - What to Believe or Not Believe
Asking Questions - Part Sixteen
Actually, I’m tearing up as I write this post because it is very difficult.
Nobody knows what to believe or not believe anymore. After seeing this, I’m legitimately concerned because even though I had Omicron, I can still get BA.2.
These two links were very good and fair about BA.2.
I do not want to be isolated from society anymore and I have started to work in the sports media realm again, which was my second career that I have done for over 18 years. However, for now, I’m going to have to restrict myself to a degree.
But I’m no longer concerned for myself. I have found a number of doctors who I can trust. This is not about me. My grave concern and worry is my Mom, who is disabled, on oxygen and I care for her in the same house. She also recovered from Covid with monoclonal antibodies and doxycycline; however, I have concerns that if she gets Covid again that she will die. Furthermore, I will be forever be hurt if I was the one who spread it to my Mom, who survived Omicron (BA.1), and she dies. She is my closest family member and to have that on my conscience will be devastating.
I’m still doing everything I can to prevent myself from getting Covid with the vitamins & supplements. Another IV immune boost may be in order for this week.
I won’t be like those who think Fauci is their Messiah, but I must be extremely careful moving forward because of my Mom. Everyone’s situation is different. Yes, I support freedom of choice and yes, the vaccine efficacy is down the toilet, but we must still care about those older and wiser, especially I live with two people over the age of 65.
I also want to be very blunt here. If I contract Covid again and in the rare instance I die, at least I have a different mindset this time. For the past few weeks, since recovering from Omicron, I have felt the happiest in the past 3 years.
At least, I can die happy rather than miserable. I have lived an amazing life and will die happy, which is an even bigger plus. Also, I would die the healthiest that I have ever been.
Furthermore, I want to add that when you realize that working directly or indirectly for the federal government can suck your soul, no matter what you do and it makes you feel horrible. It sucked my soul before the pandemic and was much worse during the past two years.
So honestly, I have no clue what to do or who to believe, which is why I’m asking questions and posting them here because I’m definitely the only one. We all need to question things and try to find out the truth the best we can and expose the falsehoods that are in the open.
But one thing is certain. Tonight, I will be having one of the most difficult conversation of my life with my Mom. I need to tell her the latest data (I’m very pro-data) and I need to explain to her this possibility that I could get Covid again in the next few weeks with being around thousands of people and I could spread it to her. I’m very fortunate by the graces of God that I can even have this conversation because of the hundreds of thousands of people over 65 already lost due of this horrible illness (and yes, I do question the data, but still believe a lot of people have died from it).
Lastly, my photo on the top. What am I trying to explain??? I’m trying to explain that we must stop bickering and fighting over our petty differences and ask questions. We must question everything, including ALL DATA and be realistic. We must care and love the closest people in our life, those who are our family and those we treat as if they are our family.
Thank you for supporting this Substack and Medical Freedom is questioning everything, which is what I have been forced to do for over 25 years.
Thank you for your honesty. It’s refreshing.
"I need to tell her the latest data (I’m very pro-data) and I need to explain to her this possibility that I could get Covid again in the next few weeks with being around thousands of people and I could spread it to her."
Hopefully this will take some of the fearful guilt away and leave you with some appreciation for the fact that for all the known possibilities there are an infinite number of possibilities that never crossed your mind.
First we need to acknowledge we will all die and the how, when and where are the only unknowns. If we are luck it will be painless and taken from the arms of a loved one to the arms of the angels. My true love and partner of 20 years left with our youngest, age eight, snuggled beside him in Lazy Boy watching a video, ending a seven year battle with a rare acute leukemia.
We began with less than 10% chance of him living more than 90 days and made medical history along the way with an incredible research team at Fred HUTCH and our own nutritional therapies included.
By the end it was 11 rounds of chemo, full body radiation, monoclonal radiation, bone marrow. stem cell and T-cell transplants.. a one in a million, near death, allergic reaction to Rifampin and virtually unseen case of graft v host called BOOP diagnosed w emergency airlift of tissue samples.. the steroids for that began a rapid downhill race.
In the beginning it was totally overwhelming and terrifying, what he thought was a case of mono wasn't and forever changed the course of our life. One of the "rules" that came with all the "therapy" aimed to destroy his immune system was no intimate contact. From the outset his position was I'd rather die of something from making love to my wife than any of the toxic sh*t doctors give me.
My mind was hardly as clear as his but our natural chemistry and rebellious spirits prevailed. There were a few scares in the early weeks post BMT and each time my mind reeled with the possibilities that my have originated with me but each case was another cause which was more consolation than vindication for that little voice in my head.
Then we got word of his golfing buddy of who was trimming a tree and fell from the ladder; instantly he was a quadriplegic. Something about that made me understand that all we have is now and no matter what we do to protect ourselves and the folks we love, chance has its own role. All we can do is find the joy and share the love and if the final chapter is with them so much the better.
All along the way there were things to worry about. When we got back to our home outside Chicago after 8 months in Seattle all three kiddies picked up chicken pox which was a high threats. Caring folks at Red Cross charged us $385 cash only for gamma-globulin to get through that. I've come to appreciate that for all the knowns to worry about there are many more likely outcomes so shed the guilt and share the love that also makes immune boosting endorphins!! Hope that helps <3