2009 was a rotten year for me, and brutish Mike Tyson as well. That was the year I had my stroke. That was also the year Mike Tyson's 4-year-old daughter, Exodus, died from a treadmill cord wrapped around her neck, strangulation style. (Her mother was busy, cleaning in the next room because they couldn't afford a housekeeper. All of Tyson's money now belongs to the IRS, but I digress). The point that Laura Cox made in '09, as a medical writer for ABC news, who informed us of Exodus' death, was that exercise equipment is dangerous.
Take treadmills, for example. Treadmills are risky pieces of equipment. Health club owners have an obligation to inspect their machines and tell members who use them if the treadmill is not in condition to work properly. Typical injuries connected to defective treadmills include back problems, spinal cord injuries, fractured bones, torn ligament and knee injuries, electric shock, facial fractures and lacerations, and traumatic brain damage. If placed too close to a wall or other equipment, a treadmill user may become trapped and the moving treadmill belt can access exposed skin which, in some cases, can require expensive skin grafts and rehabilitation. The problem with the treadmills has gotten so dire, there's attorneys out there who only represent treadmill injuries.
The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission (CPSC) documents cases, like the 86-year-old woman in Chicago who sued a health club after a treadmill malfunction threw her from the machine and then severed her right foot. How about this one? A 2-year-old boy was brought to the emergency, and he received treatment for a friction burn to his right hand after he got it stuck in a moving home treadmill. His mother, who had been running on the treadmill at the time of the accident, pulled the safety strap, but not in time to prevent the injury. The treadmill in question had safety instructions underneath the machine and were not visible to her.
West Bend Mutual Insurance Company says that adult injuries are "typically caused by deficient knowledge of the functions of the particular machine. From heart monitors to programmable routines, treadmills have become increasingly complex, and several advanced features can make operation overwhelming. When televisions, headphones, and magazines are added to the equation, it’s shocking more accidents don’t occur. Distractions, complexity, and exertion combine to set the stage for a potentially devastating trip and fall exposure." So true.
Here's where I come in. It was yet another day at the gym which, as a stroke survivor, was questionable anyway. But I always have someone nearby while I'm working out on the safe machines. This is my current regimen: The elliptical (safe), the inclined plates for stretching my hamstrings (safe), the treadmill (not so much), and the leg press machine (not safe at all). All my exercises are for the legs because I can't lift my hand independently. I hired a trainer at the gym, whom I liked, but he quit after two weeks of training me, and I got a new one to replace him.
Anyway, after the elliptical for 15 minutes and the inclined plates for 2, which I accomplished by myself because I safely could, I motioned to the trainer for what was supposed to be a 30-minute session including the treadmill, the leg press machine, and some body exercises he thought would be helpful. He was there in an instant because most trainers are usually bored at the gym with nothing to do unless they train somebody. I mean, my trainer was on a 6-hour shift and how long could he occupy himself by doing show-offs things like sit-ups and weight stuff.
I approached the treadmill, with the trainer right next to me, and got onto it by stepping up and transferring my hand from the cane to the side bar. The trainer took the cane off the treadmill pressed the appropriate buttons and I was off at 0.5 miles an hour. Then a few seconds later, I stopped the machine.
I said, "My safety strap isn't on. The last trainer said my safety strap has to be on in order to shut off the treadmill immediately in case I'm in trouble," quoting the last trainer exactly.
"But I've got you," he replied. "And anyway, that safety strap doesn't work sometimes. It pulls away from the treadmill. I've got you," he repeated again. Then he turned the treadmill on again.
I was going for about three minutes with my one hand holding onto the side bar, when I decided the front bar might be better. So I moved my left hand right under the treadmill's console. After thirty seconds, I realized the side bar was more comfortable, and when I moved my hand back again to the side bar, with the "I've got you" trainer right along side of me, something happened.
My feet did a turn around in which they were now facing the wall behind me. The treadmill was still running. And worst of all, I cracked my head on the cross bar. I began to cry. In that defining moment, I wasn't a jock anymore.
"Stop the treadmill," I screamed. "It's still going."
Everybody in the gym came running. Somebody, maybe the trainer, turned off the treadmill after about 15 seconds.
"You should have told me what you were going to do before you did it. It's the first time that I worked with you," remarked the trainer, as if the accident was my fault.
"Gwyneth," who brought me to the gym, showed up at the very moment. She said, "If I was there when it happened, the trainer would lose his [censored] when he made that remark." Gwyneth is a hard ass.
The trainer dragged a chair over to me and asked me to sit in it. He gave me a cup of water and I gave him the worst news.
"Every time I have a fall," I said between sobs, "I need to go to the hospital to have a CT scan, to make sure I'm not bleeding internally. My head is starting to swell up."
The trainer looked like he was going to throw up. And the owner asked me if I required an ambulance. All I wanted to do was to leave there ASAP, worrying that my brain would burst yet another blood vessel.
I got up from the chair and sat of the bench near the elevator while Gwyneth made a call to the hospital, indicating I was coming soon.
The 10-minute ride to the hospital passed quickly, and I didn't have to wait long before I saw a triage nurse. She took my blood pressure and my temperature and said, "We are kind of crowded so you'll have to wait for the doctor in the hallway. In a gurney, of course." Gwyneth was brought a chair at my request.
Another nurse came by to check my vitals--again--and a doctor agreed that the CT scan was the best way to tell if there was any internal bleeding. After the CT scan, I returned to the hallway and Gwyneth, and within a half hour, the doctor came over to my gurney and said that there was no bleeding and that my discharge papers would be coming momentarily.
Two hours and I was out. But some questions remain: There are three treadmills at the gym. Why did he have me on the treadmill with a defective strap? Why wasn't the owner told of the defective strap? And why wasn't the trainer's first instinct to turn off the treadmill? I'll never know the answers, and I don't care. Bottom line: the trainer failed. But I'm going back to the gym where I'll use the elliptical and the inclined plates. And the treadmill? Not yet. Not even with a safety strap that works. It's too soon.
______________________
After-the-incident note: The owner of the gym, who wasn't told the treadmill safety strap pulled away at times, told me after the fact, even if it did, the treadmill would stop running anyway. Why didn't the trainer know that? And was he not listening to the owner if she said the safety strap stops the treadmill if it pulls out of its socket? Maybe the owner didn't tell the trainer.
I got lucky.
I was well and then I wasn't. In one second, my life changed forever. I type with only one, functional hand and am the author of "The Tales of a Stroke Patient," the true story behind my hemorrhagic stroke and its consequences, including gruesome health professionals, frightful depression, and near-death encounters. I'll take you on the journey in this blog I've written for over 10 years, but be prepared for a bumpy ride. Contact info: Joyce Hoffman / hcwriter@gmail.com
Jul 9, 2013
Jun 3, 2013
The Cane: It's Not Just an Aid for Walking
My cane is a lifeline. Yet, it’s humbling at times. I still often think of my cane as a third leg—cane, right leg, left leg, cane, right leg, left leg. I would rather be safe than sorry with a fall. But my thinking has changed in my four years post-stroke. I’ll tell you what I do with my cane if you promise not to guffaw!
First, a little background which you probably know already. Among the many types of canes, there is the straight cane with little support, an adjustable cane with two shaft segments, and a quad cane with four tips, or ferrules, offering the most stability. The most important thing with canes is that they be set at the right height for the users. But all canes can do something besides helping you walk. That’s where the guffawing might come into play.
I’ve gotten shorter now, as all
people do when they age. At about age 40, folks are prone to lose almost a half
inch every decade. I used to be 5 feet, 5 inches tall. Now, I’m 5 feet, 4
inches in measurement. The height changes, not only as part of the aging
process. Gravity plays a role, too. The vertebrae of the spine might thin and
dry out, making the vertebrae more compressed. And the arches of the feet are
more likely to flatten out, and diseases such as osteoporosis don’t help the
height situation either.
All on these physical realities
may mean you’re having trouble with getting things on the top shelves of the
cabinets as I do. That’s where the cane comes in. You can move boxes (glass
containers break and cans dent) to the very edge of the cabinet. But wait a
minute! If only one hand is working, how do you hold the cane and catch the box
at the same time? You may have to let them just fall to the ground. Then if
you’re able to bend at the waist or from your knees, the box is yours to pick
up. If you can’t bend, bring a chair which is nearby (preparation comes first
on my list) to where the item has fallen, sit down, and pick it up.
Everybody, friends and family
alike, walks ahead of me because at some point, they feel like they’re walking
too slowly. I’m left in tow. But I feel confident in using my cane as a weapon if
need be.
And one time, there was a need. My friend was walking ahead, as was customary for her. A thin, middle-aged man rounded the corner we were approaching, bumped into me, like the mugger that he turned out to be, and my instinct took over. When he tried to grab my pocketbook, I hit him square in the “balls” and he took off, albeit injured. Mission accomplished!
And one time, there was a need. My friend was walking ahead, as was customary for her. A thin, middle-aged man rounded the corner we were approaching, bumped into me, like the mugger that he turned out to be, and my instinct took over. When he tried to grab my pocketbook, I hit him square in the “balls” and he took off, albeit injured. Mission accomplished!
Additionally, you can use the cane to
close a drawer or door that you can’t reach. I tend to leave the door wide open
in the bathroom if nobody’s home and I’m doing “my business.” But my friend
left the door unlocked and his workman entered. My trusty cane helped me shut
the door so fast it looked like a blur. Come to think of it, I haven’t moved
that fast ever!
A cane can also be useful for pushing things along the floor in order to get them to their destination. For example, the toilet tissue is stored in the back hallway. I get three or four rolls on the floor and push them to the bathroom like a herder navigating sheep. Then I sit on the toilet and get them lined up. Easy, breezy!
And you thought the cane was only for walking. Balderdash!
Note: Write to me at hcwriter@gmail.com and tell me what YOU
use your cane for besides walking. I might mention it in an article later on.
May 18, 2013
Wishes and Hopes: Do They Amount to a Hill of Beans?
It was a famous line in the film Casablanca that gave "hill of beans" its notoriety. Humphrey Bogart says to Ingrid Bergman, who's married to another man, “Ilsa, I’m no good at
being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three
little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."
I'm having one of "those days" because I wish there was something to do about my stroke. And like Bogart says, the stroke "don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."
Right now, I'd have an operation on my brain if there could be some improvement in my speech, my arm, my leg, any one of the above. Maybe some neurosurgeon could close the hole in my brain with stitches. But I take the blood thinner called Coumadin, and there's the likelihood of complications like significant bleeding into my brain, especially with stitches. Alas, I have a hole in my head. Please. No LOLs.
In reality, no doctors in their right minds would want to try "it," i.e. close the hole in my brain caused by dead brain cells that couldn't regenerate. Cells in the brain just don't do that once they die. The bleeding causes them to die and I had a hemorrhagic stroke when the clot caused my blood vessel to burst. My stroke anniversary just passed. I had a stroke in April 2009 and I'm tired from it. On the surface, I'm generally pleasing and happy. Below the surface, not so much. Still. Even now.
I'm angry though it never shows, at least to the general public. The bitter side says, "Why me?" The euphoric side says, "Why me?" also. Weren't you listening? I already told you. I'm having one of those days where floods of memories come back to me even though I attempt to shun them.
A memory of my mother appears right before my eyes. She had a stroke, too, but there were signs years before. Everyone--my mother, her family, her friends--ignored them. She fell every so often when she would become anxious over one thing or another. She probably had a transient ischemic attack (TIA) which is like a mini stroke, producing like symptoms of a stroke: weaknesses on one side of the body, blurry vision, trouble talking.
About 1 in 3 people who have a TIA ultimately have a stroke. Then she had the big one, a name that should be only reserved for California earthquakes. But that is what a stroke amounts to--an earthquake in your brain. I feel happier now, for the moment, that I just invented a new phrase for strokes. But then again, happier is relative.
I fell every so often, too, walking along the corridor or on the street. But I'm not a complainer; neither was my mother. So we didn't do anything about our falling. I attributed my mother's falling to anxiety; I attributed mine to clumsiness or tight shoes. My mother instilled a fear of doctors in me that was so strong, I screamed when the doctor would touch me in appropriate places so we didn't take any action on our falling. Or maybe it was the shoes. My mother had enormous bunions. So do I. But I believe the falling was a precursor of the stroke that damaged our lives forever. My mother was in her eighties, but I was 61, the new 41.
That's enough for memories. I don't want to spend any more time on them. I can't; I shouldn't. I am in the present now. I looked, examined, and researched many ideas--stem cell therapy to make me, even more, mostly whole once again (all the doctors that I researched were fraudulently going after people's money), the Walkaide and the Bioness to enable people walk more efficiently (I wasn't a candidate because of my hyper-extended knee), slings that reduce subluxation in my shoulder (I got one from my "friend" on Facebook, but after three months, I didn't improve any further). I just got the name of a doc who does Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. I'll try that next.
The definition of crazy is when you do the same thing over and over, expecting different results. Maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe I'm hopeful. I'm always searching, and I always reach dead ends. But I still try to find magic in the medical community. Perhaps I'll blow a hole in that definition of "crazy" yet.
The weather is heating up, and summer is about 30 days away. But all the seasons the same for me, and just the temperatures are different. The days are consumed by the stroke, searching to find the silver bullet that will make it all, or most of it, or part of it, go away. I'll take any improvement. My friend calls me Pollyanna, a character in a 1913 novel that turned into a popular term for someone with an optimistic outlook. I say, "How can I NOT be." Hope and wishes are both traits of Pollyanna.
Today, I'm going to do research on Amazon for pomegranate and chocolate. That's to take my mind off of the stroke, but only momentarily. I am obsessed with the stroke and who it's going to hit next. "On average, one American dies from stroke every 4 minutes," say the Centers for Disease Control, (CDC), and it is a fact. How can I not be obsessed, I scream silently to myself.
I'm having one of "those days" because I wish there was something to do about my stroke. And like Bogart says, the stroke "don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."
Right now, I'd have an operation on my brain if there could be some improvement in my speech, my arm, my leg, any one of the above. Maybe some neurosurgeon could close the hole in my brain with stitches. But I take the blood thinner called Coumadin, and there's the likelihood of complications like significant bleeding into my brain, especially with stitches. Alas, I have a hole in my head. Please. No LOLs.
In reality, no doctors in their right minds would want to try "it," i.e. close the hole in my brain caused by dead brain cells that couldn't regenerate. Cells in the brain just don't do that once they die. The bleeding causes them to die and I had a hemorrhagic stroke when the clot caused my blood vessel to burst. My stroke anniversary just passed. I had a stroke in April 2009 and I'm tired from it. On the surface, I'm generally pleasing and happy. Below the surface, not so much. Still. Even now.
I'm angry though it never shows, at least to the general public. The bitter side says, "Why me?" The euphoric side says, "Why me?" also. Weren't you listening? I already told you. I'm having one of those days where floods of memories come back to me even though I attempt to shun them.
A memory of my mother appears right before my eyes. She had a stroke, too, but there were signs years before. Everyone--my mother, her family, her friends--ignored them. She fell every so often when she would become anxious over one thing or another. She probably had a transient ischemic attack (TIA) which is like a mini stroke, producing like symptoms of a stroke: weaknesses on one side of the body, blurry vision, trouble talking.
About 1 in 3 people who have a TIA ultimately have a stroke. Then she had the big one, a name that should be only reserved for California earthquakes. But that is what a stroke amounts to--an earthquake in your brain. I feel happier now, for the moment, that I just invented a new phrase for strokes. But then again, happier is relative.
I fell every so often, too, walking along the corridor or on the street. But I'm not a complainer; neither was my mother. So we didn't do anything about our falling. I attributed my mother's falling to anxiety; I attributed mine to clumsiness or tight shoes. My mother instilled a fear of doctors in me that was so strong, I screamed when the doctor would touch me in appropriate places so we didn't take any action on our falling. Or maybe it was the shoes. My mother had enormous bunions. So do I. But I believe the falling was a precursor of the stroke that damaged our lives forever. My mother was in her eighties, but I was 61, the new 41.
That's enough for memories. I don't want to spend any more time on them. I can't; I shouldn't. I am in the present now. I looked, examined, and researched many ideas--stem cell therapy to make me, even more, mostly whole once again (all the doctors that I researched were fraudulently going after people's money), the Walkaide and the Bioness to enable people walk more efficiently (I wasn't a candidate because of my hyper-extended knee), slings that reduce subluxation in my shoulder (I got one from my "friend" on Facebook, but after three months, I didn't improve any further). I just got the name of a doc who does Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. I'll try that next.
The definition of crazy is when you do the same thing over and over, expecting different results. Maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe I'm hopeful. I'm always searching, and I always reach dead ends. But I still try to find magic in the medical community. Perhaps I'll blow a hole in that definition of "crazy" yet.
The weather is heating up, and summer is about 30 days away. But all the seasons the same for me, and just the temperatures are different. The days are consumed by the stroke, searching to find the silver bullet that will make it all, or most of it, or part of it, go away. I'll take any improvement. My friend calls me Pollyanna, a character in a 1913 novel that turned into a popular term for someone with an optimistic outlook. I say, "How can I NOT be." Hope and wishes are both traits of Pollyanna.
Today, I'm going to do research on Amazon for pomegranate and chocolate. That's to take my mind off of the stroke, but only momentarily. I am obsessed with the stroke and who it's going to hit next. "On average, one American dies from stroke every 4 minutes," say the Centers for Disease Control, (CDC), and it is a fact. How can I not be obsessed, I scream silently to myself.
Apr 15, 2013
Hey! Can Fast Foods in Abundance Really Cause a Stroke? No Kidding!
Here's news from across the pond. For all my foreign readers, "across the pond" is a standing idiom, or expression, between the United States and Great Britain. We laugh harder because we won the American Revolutionary War lasting from 1775 to 1783. For Britain, that's a touchy subject--still. But back to the news.
Late last year, the American Academy of Neurology published a study about an increasing number of younger people having strokes. I don't want you to get all nuts, my dear reader. But while the stroke rate has declined among all age groups, the average age of stroke survivors--and non-survivors--is also diminishing. And do you know what that means? The elderly aren't the only ones who could have strokes.
The researchers, Dr. Brett Kissela from the University of Cincinnati and his collaborators, conducted a study of a sample population that examined the number of new stroke cases at three intervals: only 12.9 percent of all new cases of stroke in 1993 were found to be in people under 55, in 1999, using the same under-55 criteria, this percentage elevated to 13.3 percent, and 2005, 18.6 percent of all new stroke cases were found in the under-55 crowd, representing about a 50 percent increase over the first figure.
A spokesman for the Stroke Association, Dr. Clare Walton, said, "With the number of younger people having strokes increasing, greater strain will be placed on health services to support them with their recovery." She went on to say that stroke risk could be reduced by healthy lifestyle changes.
According to the National Health Service in Great Britain, this rise in strokes among younger people is partially due to "poor diet and excessive junk food consumption." Dr. Kissella remarked that risk factors such as obesity (calories) leading to high cholesterol (fat), high blood pressure (salt), and/or diabetes (sugar) are also factors.
Thus, enter the fast food. Let's take a look at the list presented by a men's online health magazine.
McDonald’s Big Breakfast with Large Biscuit, Hotcakes, Margarine, and Syrup :
1,370 calories, 64.5 g fat (21.5 g saturated), 2,335 mg sodium, 49 g sugar
Wow! Two-thirds the calories you should eat in a day.
KFC Half Spicy Crispy Chicken Meal with Macaroni and Cheese, Potato Wedges, and Biscuit:
1,610 calories, 98 g fat (25.5 g saturated), 4,340 mg sodium
This meal has close to 85 percent of your day’s calories and more sodium and fat than you should eat in a day's worth.
Burger King Large Triple Whopper with Cheese Value Meal with Fries and Coke:
2,110 calories, 104 g fat (35.5 g saturated, 2 g trans), 2,270 mg sodium
Eat one a week for a year and you’ll be toting on more than 30 pounds.
Quiznos Tuna Melt (Large) with Cheetos:
1,620 calories, 111 g fat (25 g saturated, 1.5 g trans), 2,070 mg sodium
A mountain of mayonnaise doesn't help.
Wendy's Dave's Hot 'n Juicy 3/4 lb. Triple with Bacon with Small Fries and Small Coke :
1,540 calories, 83 g fat (33 g saturated, 4 g trans), 2,370 mg sodium
See the problem yet?
And this from the ever-popular Subway where you can lose weight, according to Subway's health-conscious spokesman, Jared:
The 6" Double Meatball Marinara with Cheese sandwich is a fat-laden choice better-known for its healthy choices and its weight-conscious spokesperson.
860 calories, 42 g fat, (18 g saturated fat), 2,480 mg sodium.
And the occasionally advertised foot long? Multiply all the numbers by 2. Yikes!
I had most of those items before the stroke, but only, at most, once a year. Now, since my stroke, I wouldn't eat them because, by my observation, a heavy person with a stroke tends to sit around more than a thin person with a stroke. Repeat: that's only my perspective.
So what do you do for meals if you had a stroke and want to avoid the fast food? The antioxidants found in many fruits, vegetables, and "superfoods;" like blueberries, quinoa, and red pepper, the omega-3 fatty acids found in fish, and the nutrients found in walnuts, almonds, and various other nuts, are all great options for keeping you as healthy as possible.
But if clotting is in your genes, as it was in mine, there's nothing much you can do to prevent it. The stroke just may happen sooner to a junk food addict. Or the stroke wouldn't happen at all if you're lucky. With low cholesterol, low blood pressure, and no diabetes, I shouldn't have been prone to a stroke. But like I said, it was already fated.
This post is dedicated to my old buddy because his mother had a stroke. He didn't even want a copy of my new book, "The Tales of a Stroke Patient." Strokes suck, he said. He loved his mother and, with no quality of life left in her, the family literally pulled the plug. And that should be, my dear friend, your impetus to eating healthier foods. Capish? (Of course, you capish).
Late last year, the American Academy of Neurology published a study about an increasing number of younger people having strokes. I don't want you to get all nuts, my dear reader. But while the stroke rate has declined among all age groups, the average age of stroke survivors--and non-survivors--is also diminishing. And do you know what that means? The elderly aren't the only ones who could have strokes.
The researchers, Dr. Brett Kissela from the University of Cincinnati and his collaborators, conducted a study of a sample population that examined the number of new stroke cases at three intervals: only 12.9 percent of all new cases of stroke in 1993 were found to be in people under 55, in 1999, using the same under-55 criteria, this percentage elevated to 13.3 percent, and 2005, 18.6 percent of all new stroke cases were found in the under-55 crowd, representing about a 50 percent increase over the first figure.
A spokesman for the Stroke Association, Dr. Clare Walton, said, "With the number of younger people having strokes increasing, greater strain will be placed on health services to support them with their recovery." She went on to say that stroke risk could be reduced by healthy lifestyle changes.
According to the National Health Service in Great Britain, this rise in strokes among younger people is partially due to "poor diet and excessive junk food consumption." Dr. Kissella remarked that risk factors such as obesity (calories) leading to high cholesterol (fat), high blood pressure (salt), and/or diabetes (sugar) are also factors.
Thus, enter the fast food. Let's take a look at the list presented by a men's online health magazine.
McDonald’s Big Breakfast with Large Biscuit, Hotcakes, Margarine, and Syrup :
1,370 calories, 64.5 g fat (21.5 g saturated), 2,335 mg sodium, 49 g sugar
Wow! Two-thirds the calories you should eat in a day.
KFC Half Spicy Crispy Chicken Meal with Macaroni and Cheese, Potato Wedges, and Biscuit:
1,610 calories, 98 g fat (25.5 g saturated), 4,340 mg sodium
This meal has close to 85 percent of your day’s calories and more sodium and fat than you should eat in a day's worth.
Burger King Large Triple Whopper with Cheese Value Meal with Fries and Coke:
2,110 calories, 104 g fat (35.5 g saturated, 2 g trans), 2,270 mg sodium
Eat one a week for a year and you’ll be toting on more than 30 pounds.
Quiznos Tuna Melt (Large) with Cheetos:
1,620 calories, 111 g fat (25 g saturated, 1.5 g trans), 2,070 mg sodium
A mountain of mayonnaise doesn't help.
Wendy's Dave's Hot 'n Juicy 3/4 lb. Triple with Bacon with Small Fries and Small Coke :
1,540 calories, 83 g fat (33 g saturated, 4 g trans), 2,370 mg sodium
See the problem yet?
And this from the ever-popular Subway where you can lose weight, according to Subway's health-conscious spokesman, Jared:
The 6" Double Meatball Marinara with Cheese sandwich is a fat-laden choice better-known for its healthy choices and its weight-conscious spokesperson.
860 calories, 42 g fat, (18 g saturated fat), 2,480 mg sodium.
And the occasionally advertised foot long? Multiply all the numbers by 2. Yikes!
I had most of those items before the stroke, but only, at most, once a year. Now, since my stroke, I wouldn't eat them because, by my observation, a heavy person with a stroke tends to sit around more than a thin person with a stroke. Repeat: that's only my perspective.
So what do you do for meals if you had a stroke and want to avoid the fast food? The antioxidants found in many fruits, vegetables, and "superfoods;" like blueberries, quinoa, and red pepper, the omega-3 fatty acids found in fish, and the nutrients found in walnuts, almonds, and various other nuts, are all great options for keeping you as healthy as possible.
But if clotting is in your genes, as it was in mine, there's nothing much you can do to prevent it. The stroke just may happen sooner to a junk food addict. Or the stroke wouldn't happen at all if you're lucky. With low cholesterol, low blood pressure, and no diabetes, I shouldn't have been prone to a stroke. But like I said, it was already fated.
This post is dedicated to my old buddy because his mother had a stroke. He didn't even want a copy of my new book, "The Tales of a Stroke Patient." Strokes suck, he said. He loved his mother and, with no quality of life left in her, the family literally pulled the plug. And that should be, my dear friend, your impetus to eating healthier foods. Capish? (Of course, you capish).
Apr 6, 2013
Up Close and Personal, aka Babies and Strokes, Part 2
I didn't plan to write what came into my lap. Then I had to tell the story. Stay with me on this.
The subjects in this post are two same-sex individuals who wanted a baby. I’ll name them Paula and Melissa to protect their identity. The baby’s name, protecting her identity, too, is Ali. The birth mother? I’ll call Sue. They weren’t from Illinois, and I’ll use it to further protect their future. The hospital also wasn’t in Baltimore. But make no mistake about this story. It’s about an infant who had a stroke. The post “Babies and Strokes,” published December 9, 2012, inspired them to write me an email.
Paula and Melissa had talked about kids for a long time, but in the past 7 years, they never really did anything about it. Then at the end of January, 2012, they received a phone call from Paula’s cousin saying he had a baby for her. He went on and told them about a coworker who had a pregnant sister. The sister already had a 3-year-old who she was barely maintaining. So the baby was up for grabs. They Paula and Melissa called the birth mother and the story panned out. The child was up for adoption. Sue was relieved, but even more so, Paula and Melissa were thrilled.
They spoke on the phone at first, and Sue told them all about herself—a tumultuous relationship with her family and ex-boyfriend, using cocaine the previous summer, drinking excessively, having sex with loads of men. She also told Paula and Melissa that she drank a “handle” a day and used cocaine through the first trimester. Once she found out she was pregnant, she stopped drinking and drug use. She was 6 months pregnant and she had no prenatal care. But they couldn’t completely trust a drug addict. Would you?
An attorney advised them to abandon the adoption, given Sue’s background, but it was too late in their opinion. They made a commitment to each other, and to Sue. They drove to Baltimore Presidents’ Day weekend from Illinois and spent a weekend with Sue and her 3-year-old who was smart, and Sue admitted to using drugs during that pregnancy as well.
So during that weekend, they bought Sue some prenatal vitamins, clothes and shoes (she only had flip flops and it was February). It seemed Sue didn’t have the best upbringing, from Sue’s point of view, and she was starting to turn her life around.
They returned to Illinois, had a baby shower (it turns out a girl was to be born), and painted the nursery. Paula continued to talk with Sue every day, gleaning everything about her and how she was feeling, her family, her daughter, and the men who might be the biological father. Paula and Melissa got very familiar with Sue as did she with them. At times, Paula got nervous about the harm that was caused by drinking and drug use in the first trimester, but Sue always made her feel better by saying she used drugs only a few times. And Paula didn’t do research either because she figured what’s done has been done. Paula and Melissa wanted the baby that badly.
Sue had already gone to the doctor several times and their baby was right on track for a May 1, 2012, due date. On March 29, Paula spoke with Sue several times, and Sue told her she was feeling very physically uncomfortable. The fourth time Paula spoke to her that night, she heard Sue say crudely, “Holy shit. There is blood and all kinds of shit coming out of me.”
Paula advised her to call her doctor immediately or call the ambulance. Instead, Sue called her mother, and then her friend, then Paula again to say she was going to the hospital. Paula called Melissa and told her they needed to get to Baltimore ASAP. The fifth phone call Paula received was from Sue, telling Paula she was at the hospital and they were admitting her. The sixth was from Sue’s friend telling Paula that Sue lost a lot of blood and had a placental abruption, and that she has to have an emergency C-section.
Paula’s first thought was of her soon-to-be daughter. Twenty-eight minutes flew by and then she heard the news. The baby was born at 10:49 pm. Sue was fine and so was the baby, but Paula wasn’t convinced. Tears poured down Paula’s face as she packed a bag. She knew this was a premature birth due to a placental abruption, and the little research she did said that this was a possibility when cocaine was used during the first trimester. Paula and Melissa were on their way to Baltimore.
Once they got to the hospital, they ran in as fast as they could to the maternity ward, only to hear Sue was sleeping and the nurse said they could not see the baby without her. Paula and Melissa told the staff they were the adoptive moms and asked if they could get any information. They were told to wait in the waiting room. Paula’s stepmom who was in Atlantic City immediately came to Baltimore to give Paula and Melissa support.
The hours passed so slowly, like an eternity, and they still could not see their baby. They used the time to their advantage and drove around securing lawyers and getting paperwork so they could get information about their daughter. Paula and Melissa returned to the hospital, only to have the staff reject the paperwork. Sue was up by this time and finally, 20 hours after coming into this world, they met their daughter.
Their hearts raced as they—Sue, Paula, and Melissa—all walked into the NICU. Ali was in an incubator wearing nothing but a hat and diaper and she had tubes and wires coming out of her because she was a preemie. Her arm had been bandaged. The nurse refused to tell them anything more because of the HIPPA laws. They pleaded with the nurse and explained that they were her moms, but all the nurse would tell them is that they needed to provide different paperwork.
Ali was a beautiful baby. She weighed 5 pounds 8 ounces and was 19 inches long with a full head of black hair. Paula and Melissa were allowed a 10-minute visit, but because of Ali’s condition, they were not allowed to touch her. They left the NICU and took Sue back to her room. We found out from Sue’s friend that Ali wasn’t on a bottle, she couldn’t maintain her body temperature, and she had some breathing issues.
Paula and Melissa wanted more answers. They asked if this was a result of the drugs that had been taken early in the pregnancy. The staff didn’t know. Finally, they were able to hold her for the first time 2 days after she was born. She was so little and sweet. Once again, the tears poured down their faces as they kissed her cheeks. She seemed so fragile. They had no idea the fight this infant had just gone through and the odds she had overcome just to meet them, her two moms.
Over the next few days, they would go to the hospital multiple times and hold their baby. They were only allowed to have her out of the incubator for 20 to 30 minutes at a time.
One of the nurses actually called Paula and Melissa on her own time and said, “This call is completely off the record, but I feel so bad for you girls. I want to answer any questions you may have about your daughter. I can’t say anything about Sue but can answer any questions you have about Ali.”
The first question they asked was, “Is she in any pain?” and then they asked, “What in the hell happened?”
She explained that Sue had a placental abruption, which they knew from Sue’s friend. She wouldn’t say what caused it. Then she told them that she lost a lot of blood and that Ali was deprived of oxygen briefly and almost didn’t make it. She explained that she was underweight and that they did not bottle feed her at first because of the early drug use. Her stomach might not be properly formed, so it is a safety precaution that they do with all premature babies.
The subjects in this post are two same-sex individuals who wanted a baby. I’ll name them Paula and Melissa to protect their identity. The baby’s name, protecting her identity, too, is Ali. The birth mother? I’ll call Sue. They weren’t from Illinois, and I’ll use it to further protect their future. The hospital also wasn’t in Baltimore. But make no mistake about this story. It’s about an infant who had a stroke. The post “Babies and Strokes,” published December 9, 2012, inspired them to write me an email.
Paula and Melissa had talked about kids for a long time, but in the past 7 years, they never really did anything about it. Then at the end of January, 2012, they received a phone call from Paula’s cousin saying he had a baby for her. He went on and told them about a coworker who had a pregnant sister. The sister already had a 3-year-old who she was barely maintaining. So the baby was up for grabs. They Paula and Melissa called the birth mother and the story panned out. The child was up for adoption. Sue was relieved, but even more so, Paula and Melissa were thrilled.
They spoke on the phone at first, and Sue told them all about herself—a tumultuous relationship with her family and ex-boyfriend, using cocaine the previous summer, drinking excessively, having sex with loads of men. She also told Paula and Melissa that she drank a “handle” a day and used cocaine through the first trimester. Once she found out she was pregnant, she stopped drinking and drug use. She was 6 months pregnant and she had no prenatal care. But they couldn’t completely trust a drug addict. Would you?
An attorney advised them to abandon the adoption, given Sue’s background, but it was too late in their opinion. They made a commitment to each other, and to Sue. They drove to Baltimore Presidents’ Day weekend from Illinois and spent a weekend with Sue and her 3-year-old who was smart, and Sue admitted to using drugs during that pregnancy as well.
So during that weekend, they bought Sue some prenatal vitamins, clothes and shoes (she only had flip flops and it was February). It seemed Sue didn’t have the best upbringing, from Sue’s point of view, and she was starting to turn her life around.
They returned to Illinois, had a baby shower (it turns out a girl was to be born), and painted the nursery. Paula continued to talk with Sue every day, gleaning everything about her and how she was feeling, her family, her daughter, and the men who might be the biological father. Paula and Melissa got very familiar with Sue as did she with them. At times, Paula got nervous about the harm that was caused by drinking and drug use in the first trimester, but Sue always made her feel better by saying she used drugs only a few times. And Paula didn’t do research either because she figured what’s done has been done. Paula and Melissa wanted the baby that badly.
Sue had already gone to the doctor several times and their baby was right on track for a May 1, 2012, due date. On March 29, Paula spoke with Sue several times, and Sue told her she was feeling very physically uncomfortable. The fourth time Paula spoke to her that night, she heard Sue say crudely, “Holy shit. There is blood and all kinds of shit coming out of me.”
Paula advised her to call her doctor immediately or call the ambulance. Instead, Sue called her mother, and then her friend, then Paula again to say she was going to the hospital. Paula called Melissa and told her they needed to get to Baltimore ASAP. The fifth phone call Paula received was from Sue, telling Paula she was at the hospital and they were admitting her. The sixth was from Sue’s friend telling Paula that Sue lost a lot of blood and had a placental abruption, and that she has to have an emergency C-section.
Paula’s first thought was of her soon-to-be daughter. Twenty-eight minutes flew by and then she heard the news. The baby was born at 10:49 pm. Sue was fine and so was the baby, but Paula wasn’t convinced. Tears poured down Paula’s face as she packed a bag. She knew this was a premature birth due to a placental abruption, and the little research she did said that this was a possibility when cocaine was used during the first trimester. Paula and Melissa were on their way to Baltimore.
Once they got to the hospital, they ran in as fast as they could to the maternity ward, only to hear Sue was sleeping and the nurse said they could not see the baby without her. Paula and Melissa told the staff they were the adoptive moms and asked if they could get any information. They were told to wait in the waiting room. Paula’s stepmom who was in Atlantic City immediately came to Baltimore to give Paula and Melissa support.
The hours passed so slowly, like an eternity, and they still could not see their baby. They used the time to their advantage and drove around securing lawyers and getting paperwork so they could get information about their daughter. Paula and Melissa returned to the hospital, only to have the staff reject the paperwork. Sue was up by this time and finally, 20 hours after coming into this world, they met their daughter.
Their hearts raced as they—Sue, Paula, and Melissa—all walked into the NICU. Ali was in an incubator wearing nothing but a hat and diaper and she had tubes and wires coming out of her because she was a preemie. Her arm had been bandaged. The nurse refused to tell them anything more because of the HIPPA laws. They pleaded with the nurse and explained that they were her moms, but all the nurse would tell them is that they needed to provide different paperwork.
Ali was a beautiful baby. She weighed 5 pounds 8 ounces and was 19 inches long with a full head of black hair. Paula and Melissa were allowed a 10-minute visit, but because of Ali’s condition, they were not allowed to touch her. They left the NICU and took Sue back to her room. We found out from Sue’s friend that Ali wasn’t on a bottle, she couldn’t maintain her body temperature, and she had some breathing issues.
Paula and Melissa wanted more answers. They asked if this was a result of the drugs that had been taken early in the pregnancy. The staff didn’t know. Finally, they were able to hold her for the first time 2 days after she was born. She was so little and sweet. Once again, the tears poured down their faces as they kissed her cheeks. She seemed so fragile. They had no idea the fight this infant had just gone through and the odds she had overcome just to meet them, her two moms.
Over the next few days, they would go to the hospital multiple times and hold their baby. They were only allowed to have her out of the incubator for 20 to 30 minutes at a time.
One of the nurses actually called Paula and Melissa on her own time and said, “This call is completely off the record, but I feel so bad for you girls. I want to answer any questions you may have about your daughter. I can’t say anything about Sue but can answer any questions you have about Ali.”
The first question they asked was, “Is she in any pain?” and then they asked, “What in the hell happened?”
She explained that Sue had a placental abruption, which they knew from Sue’s friend. She wouldn’t say what caused it. Then she told them that she lost a lot of blood and that Ali was deprived of oxygen briefly and almost didn’t make it. She explained that she was underweight and that they did not bottle feed her at first because of the early drug use. Her stomach might not be properly formed, so it is a safety precaution that they do with all premature babies.
She said Ali couldn’t maintain her own body temperature, but hopefully, she would grow out of it. She said that she passed all of her screenings and Ali looked good and she was definitely a fighter. They were so thankful for this angel nurse. They could finally breathe a little easier knowing that their daughter, for the most part, seemed healthy. They had hope that she would be just fine. And Sue was released from the hospital.
They finally had all of their paperwork in place, and the nurses were able to speak with them freely about Ali’s condition. Her breathing was still sporadic and she was eating every couple of hours. Paula and Melissa told the nurses that they knew of the drug use during the first trimester and they were shocked. The nurses were told that Paula and Melissa knew nothing about it, so it was confusion all around.
They visited the NICU many times a day. There were 8 babies in there and all of them had exposure to drugs in utero. They felt confident that their little infant girl would be just fine. By day 12, Ali was out of the incubator, maintaining her own body temperature, breathing regularly, and ready to be released. They still had one more hurdle: Sue had not signed all of the papers so they could start the process to get Ali out of Maryland and home to Illinois. They couldn’t find Sue anywhere. Her friend said that she was drunk—again, but even though they felt sorry for Sue, they had to focus all their attention on their daughter.
After Sue was located, they were finally able to convince her to cooperate. She showed up at the hospital, high on 5 Vicoden and probably still drunk. She signed the papers and the hospital released Ali, Paula, and Melissa, but not before the last test. They did notice a small cyst on her brain. The doctor said it was nothing to worry about and to “just get a follow-up ultrasound in 6 months or so.”
They finally got Ali home to their friends and family, and her nursery awaited her. Paula and Melissa took her to her regular checkups and she had a clean bill of health. At 5 months, they remembered they needed to get that cyst looked at. The results came back and they were advised there was a small change in the matter in her brain and that it would be best to get a MRI, but still nothing to worry about. Their pediatrician assured them that Ali was developing just fine and that it was just a safety precaution.
On November 17, 2012, they had the MRI and on November 23, they had an appointment with the neurologist.
She entered the room and said, “So no matter what I tell you today, Ali is your daughter and you will always love her no matter what information I give you.”
She handed them a picture of the MRI and said, “Your daughter has had a stroke, probably in utero or shortly after birth.” Their collective chests tightened up. They asked the doctor how this was possible; she was a 6-month-old baby. Babies don’t have strokes. Old people have strokes and, on rare occasion, very unlucky younger adults. Babies and strokes don’t go together, they thought.
The neurologist examined Ali and said she had a significant stroke but yet hardly any symptoms. Paula and Melissa said she had severe drooling. At times, saliva just poured out of her mouth. They went through 8 to 10 bibs a day. Also, there was severe choking, multiple times a day, that kept Ali sleeping in their room for the first 9 months of her life. Both of these symptoms were initially misdiagnosed as acid reflux.
The neurologist went on to say that another symptom was the fact that she had trouble controlling her body temperature at birth. She also pointed out that at times, Ali had a crooked smile and her cheek slightly drooped. They stared at their daughter and they couldn’t see it. She also pointed out that Ali favored her left hand. Paula said that was nothing. She was a lefty, too. The neurologist disagreed. She said Ali was using her left hand because of the stroke. The reality began to take hold.
She passed them to another neurologist who she described as one of the best in the country. Fortunately, he was at Children’s Hospital nearby. She referred them to a county program so they could get help before Ali fell behind and her symptoms became more noticeable.
She also told them that Ali was at a higher risk for seizures and that they needed to pay close attention to her if she starts to stare, looking like she was in a trance. They were to call an ambulance immediately, at least for the first seizure. Paula and Melissa wondered if they missed noticing a seizure. They were distraught.
On January 22, 2013, they met their new neurologist. He told them that they were fortunate because Ali’s MRI did not match the data that was before him. He said maybe by the age of 7 or so, if she hasn’t had any seizures, she could show normal development. He said that sometimes, cognitive impairments wouldn’t show up until the age of 6.
Paula asked this doctor, even though it was partially answered, if Ali would grow up “normal.” He told them that all babies are different and all strokes are different. Babies have plasticity that adults don’t have so she may be able, optimistically speaking, to make her weak side strong, and she may be able to bypass the dead area of her brain by rerouting some of the learning.
Ali was assigned to a physical therapist who said she tested at a 10-month-old level. She was crawling when they were told she wouldn’t. Next came the speech therapist who told them Ali tested at a 6-month-old level. Her speech and understanding of speech were delayed. The occupational therapist who tested her said she had fine motor skills that verified Ali was right on track. They saw a hematologist who said all of the blood work came back normal.
In an email to me, Paula said, “We are going to register her for school on her first birthday so she can start in the fall. She will have one teacher, a teacher’s aide, and about 7 other kids in her class. We will have home therapists which come to the house regularly to help teach us various exercises and things to improve her speech, drooling, limb control, and anything else we need help with.
“We feel like for everything new we learn, there are a hundred things that we don’t know. We don’t know what the future holds for us--seizures, no seizures, full recovery, or partial. We do know that her biological mother was right when she said she was supposed to have this baby but not keep her. And no matter where Ali’s journey takes us, Melissa and I are better people because of her.”
Sue’s behavior was foolish and reckless—the drugs, the alcohol, the sex—just for moments of selfish indulgements. And Ali? Now, there’s the big question mark. I don’t know about how Ali would do physically or otherwise. Neither does anyone else.
But I’ll tell you one thing: Paula and Melissa are intent on doing the best for Ali. Paula’s stepmother, who is my friend, told me so.
They finally had all of their paperwork in place, and the nurses were able to speak with them freely about Ali’s condition. Her breathing was still sporadic and she was eating every couple of hours. Paula and Melissa told the nurses that they knew of the drug use during the first trimester and they were shocked. The nurses were told that Paula and Melissa knew nothing about it, so it was confusion all around.
They visited the NICU many times a day. There were 8 babies in there and all of them had exposure to drugs in utero. They felt confident that their little infant girl would be just fine. By day 12, Ali was out of the incubator, maintaining her own body temperature, breathing regularly, and ready to be released. They still had one more hurdle: Sue had not signed all of the papers so they could start the process to get Ali out of Maryland and home to Illinois. They couldn’t find Sue anywhere. Her friend said that she was drunk—again, but even though they felt sorry for Sue, they had to focus all their attention on their daughter.
After Sue was located, they were finally able to convince her to cooperate. She showed up at the hospital, high on 5 Vicoden and probably still drunk. She signed the papers and the hospital released Ali, Paula, and Melissa, but not before the last test. They did notice a small cyst on her brain. The doctor said it was nothing to worry about and to “just get a follow-up ultrasound in 6 months or so.”
They finally got Ali home to their friends and family, and her nursery awaited her. Paula and Melissa took her to her regular checkups and she had a clean bill of health. At 5 months, they remembered they needed to get that cyst looked at. The results came back and they were advised there was a small change in the matter in her brain and that it would be best to get a MRI, but still nothing to worry about. Their pediatrician assured them that Ali was developing just fine and that it was just a safety precaution.
On November 17, 2012, they had the MRI and on November 23, they had an appointment with the neurologist.
She entered the room and said, “So no matter what I tell you today, Ali is your daughter and you will always love her no matter what information I give you.”
She handed them a picture of the MRI and said, “Your daughter has had a stroke, probably in utero or shortly after birth.” Their collective chests tightened up. They asked the doctor how this was possible; she was a 6-month-old baby. Babies don’t have strokes. Old people have strokes and, on rare occasion, very unlucky younger adults. Babies and strokes don’t go together, they thought.
The neurologist examined Ali and said she had a significant stroke but yet hardly any symptoms. Paula and Melissa said she had severe drooling. At times, saliva just poured out of her mouth. They went through 8 to 10 bibs a day. Also, there was severe choking, multiple times a day, that kept Ali sleeping in their room for the first 9 months of her life. Both of these symptoms were initially misdiagnosed as acid reflux.
The neurologist went on to say that another symptom was the fact that she had trouble controlling her body temperature at birth. She also pointed out that at times, Ali had a crooked smile and her cheek slightly drooped. They stared at their daughter and they couldn’t see it. She also pointed out that Ali favored her left hand. Paula said that was nothing. She was a lefty, too. The neurologist disagreed. She said Ali was using her left hand because of the stroke. The reality began to take hold.
She passed them to another neurologist who she described as one of the best in the country. Fortunately, he was at Children’s Hospital nearby. She referred them to a county program so they could get help before Ali fell behind and her symptoms became more noticeable.
She also told them that Ali was at a higher risk for seizures and that they needed to pay close attention to her if she starts to stare, looking like she was in a trance. They were to call an ambulance immediately, at least for the first seizure. Paula and Melissa wondered if they missed noticing a seizure. They were distraught.
On January 22, 2013, they met their new neurologist. He told them that they were fortunate because Ali’s MRI did not match the data that was before him. He said maybe by the age of 7 or so, if she hasn’t had any seizures, she could show normal development. He said that sometimes, cognitive impairments wouldn’t show up until the age of 6.
Paula asked this doctor, even though it was partially answered, if Ali would grow up “normal.” He told them that all babies are different and all strokes are different. Babies have plasticity that adults don’t have so she may be able, optimistically speaking, to make her weak side strong, and she may be able to bypass the dead area of her brain by rerouting some of the learning.
Ali was assigned to a physical therapist who said she tested at a 10-month-old level. She was crawling when they were told she wouldn’t. Next came the speech therapist who told them Ali tested at a 6-month-old level. Her speech and understanding of speech were delayed. The occupational therapist who tested her said she had fine motor skills that verified Ali was right on track. They saw a hematologist who said all of the blood work came back normal.
In an email to me, Paula said, “We are going to register her for school on her first birthday so she can start in the fall. She will have one teacher, a teacher’s aide, and about 7 other kids in her class. We will have home therapists which come to the house regularly to help teach us various exercises and things to improve her speech, drooling, limb control, and anything else we need help with.
“We feel like for everything new we learn, there are a hundred things that we don’t know. We don’t know what the future holds for us--seizures, no seizures, full recovery, or partial. We do know that her biological mother was right when she said she was supposed to have this baby but not keep her. And no matter where Ali’s journey takes us, Melissa and I are better people because of her.”
Sue’s behavior was foolish and reckless—the drugs, the alcohol, the sex—just for moments of selfish indulgements. And Ali? Now, there’s the big question mark. I don’t know about how Ali would do physically or otherwise. Neither does anyone else.
But I’ll tell you one thing: Paula and Melissa are intent on doing the best for Ali. Paula’s stepmother, who is my friend, told me so.
Mar 24, 2013
Stem Cells, Embryonic and Otherwise: The Big Maybe Not
I'm not taking sides. I'm just reporting the facts.
Right about at the
midway point 2 years ago,
5 English stroke patients were given, in what has been termed a
revolutionary new approach, millions of embryonic stem cells in a clinical
trial from a 12-week-old aborted fetus. They injected the stem cells into their
brains and waited 18 months, after which the stroke survivors saw some
improvement in their mobility and speech. But the researchers, considering the
small number of survivors being tested and the lack of a control group for the
placebo, expressed some concern that people shouldn't get overly excited about
the results.
Dubbed "master
cells," the stem cells are regenerative, and that means they have the
ability to keep producing--more, and more again.
Michael Hunt, CEO of
ReNeuron, the company that supplied the stem cells, said, "The goal is to
help patients to live more independently and cut health and social care
costs," which makes so much sense to me. (Uh, I think I just chose a
side).
On the other side of
the fence are the religious crowd who thinks that injecting stem cells from
aborted fetuses is just plain wrong. One woman, Philippa Taylor, of the
Christian Medical Fellowship, said, "For many, it will be ethically
troubling that this treatment involves injecting several million cells from an
aborted fetus."
But if the mother
decides to abort the fetus, it might as well help a load of somebodies than
just wait for trash day to come and haul the fetus away. What are they going to
do with the fetus anyway? Use it for compost? (Oh, boy, have I gone too far?)
It is estimated that
around 250,000 Britons live with disability caused by a stroke, many of them
severe strokes, and finding a treatment that repairs brain damage is
life-changing. But the controversy continues: practical vs religious.
So, I wondered, can I
achieve the same thing as the five British men? I googled (recently becoming a
verb) "stroke stem cell," and variations of that search, and soon I
came upon Stem Cell of America (why is stem cell singular?) which purported to
have all the answers on stem cell therapy.
Does the Stem Cell
treatment have any age requirements?
No, Stem Cell Of
America accepts patients of all ages.
Do you accept
patients from outside of the United States?
Yes, we routinely
accept patients from Canada, England, Australia and other countries all over
the world.
Am I eligible for
Stem Cell treatment?
There are many
factors in determining whether a patient is a candidate for Fetal Stem Cell
treatment. We test for 14 different criteria, including viral, bacterial, and
fungal infections, as well as viability. Moreover, we use PCR DNA testing,
which is far more sophisticated and expensive than the screening tests routinely
used in the United States for other Stem Cell treatments.
Will my body reject
the Fetal Stem Cells?
No, Fetal Stem Cells
have no antigenicity, which is a cellular “fingerprint” that can cause a
dangerous and sometimes lethal rejection by the body. This phenomenon is called
graft-versus-host disease. Our Stem Cells are free of this “fingerprint”, there
is no threat of rejection and therefore no need for immunosuppressive drugs, which
can leave the body vulnerable to serious diseases and infection.
How quickly will I
see results after the Stem Cell treatment?
Every person is of
course different. Each of our body’s healing mechanisms work at a unique pace
as they are influenced by many factors. Commonly, significant positive changes
are seen between three to six months post treatment. At times, these changes
can occur in as little as weeks or even days after receiving treatment.
How many Stem Cell
treatments will I need?
After the first
treatment, the Fetal Stem Cells will continue to proliferate and repair. Some
patients choose to receive treatment more than one time to expedite the healing
process. The decision is yours. If you decide to repeat the treatment, usually
a waiting period of 6 months is recommended.
How do the Fetal Stem
Cells actually work to bring about healing?
Fetal Stem Cells are
the cellular building blocks of the 220 cell types within the body. The Fetal
Stem Cells used by Stem Cell Of America remain in an undifferentiated state and
therefore are capable of becoming any tissue, organ or cell type within the
body.
Fetal Stem Cells also
release Cytokines. Cytokines are cell-derived, hormone-like polypeptides that
regulate cellular replication, differentiation, and activation. Cytokines can
bring normal cells and tissues to a higher level of function, allowing the
body’s own healing mechanisms to partner with the transplanted Fetal Stem Cells
for repair and new growth.
How many people have
been treated with my specific disease or condition?
Stem Cell Of America
has treated over two thousand patients with Fetal Stem Cells.
What diseases and
conditions is the Stem Cell treatment available for?
A partial list of
disease and conditions that Stem Cell of America has successfully treated
includes:
Alzheimer's
Arthritis
Autism
Brain Damage
Cancer
Cerebral Palsy
Chronic Pain
Cystic Fibrosis
Diabetes
Epilepsy
Fibromyalgia
Heart Disease
Liver Disease
Lung Disease
Lupus
Multiple Sclerosis
Muscular Dystrophy
Parkinson's
Seizures
Spinal Cord Injury
Stroke
and others
Stroke! It was on the
list. So I called the number listed on the website. An amiable person spoke to
me about all the positive things that could come about if I got this stem cell
therapy from Stem Cell of America, repeating much of the same wording that was
on the website. I was waiting for the ball to drop, and it dropped twice about
thirty seconds later, going something like this:
"The cost is
$25,000 and the therapy is done in Mexico."
The cost was one
thing, but Mexico? Tiajuana, no less, the hotspot for all things bad? But I was
getting ahead of myself.
"Let me think
about it," I said, and I went directly to my computer to learn more.
First, I emailed the
EuroStemCell organization because that's where the idea originated--in Europe.
I received this reply (and the parentheses are my comments):
Dear Joyce,
Thank you for your
email to EuroStemCell, I’m sorry to hear of your stroke.
EuroStemCell is not
directly involved in research, treatments or clinical trials. We are an online grouping of people who work
in stem cell research (didn't they say they were not involved in research?),
and have set up the website to provide more information about stem cell
research in Europe.
Have you seen our
information on 'What diseases and conditions can be treated with stem cells?'
You can read it here:
http://www.eurostemcell.org/faq/what-diseases-and-conditions-can-be-treated-stem-cells.
(The list was somewhat the same as Stem Cell of America). It gives a good
overview of what stem cell treatments are currently proven and available.
Stem cell therapies
are generally at an early stage of research and development. More work is needed
before safe and effective treatments can be made available for a condition such
as stroke. You can read more about current research on this condition here:
·
Our FAQ information
for patients about stem cell research and Stroke: http://www.eurostemcell.org/faq/what-stroke-and-can-stem-cells-help
The Stroke
Association provides specialist support and information for patients (including
on current stroke research): http://www.stroke.org.uk/
Unfortunately, we are
not able to offer advice on specific treatments or clinics.We
recommend that if you are concerned about your condition, you discuss this with
your doctor (who guesstimates anyway) and perhaps contact the Stroke
Association (who guesstimates, too).
I have also attached
a patient handbook on stem cell therapies produced by the International Society
for Stem Cell Research. It contains information and advice to help you assess
the reliability of any treatment offers you may receive. (They were all
pricey). More information for patients and other language versions of the
handbook are available at http://www.closerlookatstemcells.org.
I am sorry not to be
of more immediate help, but I hope this information is of some use. (It
wasn't).
Best wishes,
"Mary"
I continued to
research and found this article:
LAS VEGAS -- Dr.
Ralph Conti and Alfred Sapse were found guilty on all counts in federal court
Wednesday of defrauding patients out of more than $1 million in promising bogus
experimental stem cell treatments.
They faced charges for
an alleged scheme to defraud people with incurable diseases with a so-called
miracle stem cell cure that involved injections of placentas.
Sapse, 86, recruited
Conti, 51, a pediatrician, for the scheme. The problem entails his adult
patients who prosecutors say were given intoxicating promises. The pledges
included cures for multiple sclerosis, cerebral palsy and claims the
handicapped could walk again. Instead, prosecutors say Conti delivered infected
injections and unproven science.
Conti and Sapse were
accused of defrauding patients out of upwards of $1 million with a medical
practice that injected people with stem cells from placentas. They faced 24
felony charges for the financial part of the fraud.
Prosecutors say the
money paid by the incurable patients went to Sapse's personal accounts and to
pay for gambling.
He hired Conti to do
the injections on adults. Prosecutors say he did no follow-up with patients,
tracked no data and flatly told one patient the so-called treatment wouldn't
even work. He also allegedly injected cells he knew had been infected.
This whole treatment
could have been stopped five years ago. The I-Team found the U.S. Department of
Health and Human Services, the Food and Drug Administration and the Nevada Board
of Medical Examiners tried to shut Conti down.
Instead, the board
only gave him a public reprimand and a $7,000 fine for not responding to
questions.
Conti and Sapse were
each convicted of conspiracy to commit mail fraud and wire fraud. Conti was
convicted of two counts each of mail fraud and wire fraud.
Sapse was convicted
of seven counts of mail fraud and 11 counts of wire fraud. They face up to five
years in prison on the conspiracy count and up to 20 years on each fraud count.
They also face fines up to $250,000 for each count and must forfeit money and
property up to $913,748.
Their sentencing is
scheduled for Feb. 27.
Las Vegas, NV (KTNV)
-- A local pediatrician convicted of fraud has died.
The Clark County
Coroner said Dr. Ralph Conti of Henderson passed away Sunday, but the exact
cause of his death is under investigation.
Conti was convicted
of mail fraud, wire fraud and conspiracy charges connected to a million-dollar
stem cell scheme.
He was awaiting
sentencing on that conviction.
And more.
The following is a
script of "Stem Cell Fraud" which aired on Jan. 8, 2012, and was
rebroadcast on Aug. 26, 2012. Scott Pelley is the correspondent.
(CBS News) There's no
greater desperation than to be told that you, or your child, has a disease for
which there is no hope. Many people with incurable illness look forward to the
promise of stem cells. Stem cells have the potential to turn into any kind of
cell and, in theory, they could repair damaged cells, though, scientists tell
us that we are years away from realizing that dream.
There is no stem cell
miracle today, so con men, have moved in to offer the hope that science cannot.
Just look online and you will find hundreds of credible looking websites
offering stem cell cures in overseas clinics.
Two years ago we
began investigating stem cell charlatans. We worked with patients suffering
from incurable diseases, and we discovered con men, posing as doctors,
conducting dangerous medical experiments.
[Scott Pelley: You
know, Mr. Stowe, the trouble is that you're a con man.]
Our report started a
federal investigation and since that story, we have been digging into the
rapidly growing trade in fake stem cell cures. As we reported last January,
we've found something even more alarming: illegal stem cell transplants that
are dangerous and delivered to your doorstep. They are scams that often bilk
the desperate out of their last dollar of savings and their last ounce of hope.
[Brandon Susser: I
know you're tired.]
Adam and Brandon
Susser are 11-year-old twins. Adam has cerebral palsy, his brain was damaged by
a lack of oxygen before he and his brother were born.
Gary Susser: He's
confined to a wheelchair. He needs assistance with all his daily living
activities from cleanliness to feeding, to clothing.
Gary and Judy Susser
have searched for anything that might improve on the judgment handed down by
Adam's doctors.
Gary Susser: The
sentence of being a quadriplegic, the sentence of being totally blind, the
pronouncement by physicians that we should put him away.
Scott Pelley: Those
were the things that his regular doctors were telling you?
Gary Susser: Correct.
We were being advised literally, "Put him away. He's gonna destroy your
life."
So back in 2003, the
Sussers took a chance on the theory of stem cells. Adam was three. They brought
him to a doctor in Mexico who injected stem cells with no idea whether they
would work.
Judy Susser: We both
decided that in the severity of his condition that we'd have to try it.
Apparently, there was
no harm and no miracle.
Gary Susser: The
progress that he made after that was minimal at best and therefore we didn't
see any good coming out of it.
Today, people like
the Sussers can find hundreds of sophisticated websites offering stem cell
treatments for every hopeless disease.
Gary Susser: I see
how people are preyed upon by hucksters and charlatans. And people who have a
special child don't need any more expense, don't need any more heartache, and
don't need any more false promises. They need the truth and they need hope.
To help us learn the
truth about the illicit stem cell industry, the Sussers agreed to work with us
in an investigation of one stem cell laboratory. We focused on Stem Tech Labs
of Ecuador because it offers cures for cerebral palsy and a long list of 70
incurable diseases. The website claims a "modern day medical miracle"
and says "we are FDA registered," apparent approval from the Food and
Drug Administration.
The founder and
director of Stem Tech Labs is an Alabama doctor named Dan Ecklund. We've been
tracking Dr. Ecklund for months.
[Gary Susser: Hello,
is Dan Ecklund there please?]
In October, we asked
the Sussers to contact Dr. Ecklund. Ecklund sent them a letter which offered
the blind and paralyzed Adam the possibility of an improved level of
consciousness, improved ability to see, to speak, to stand and walk. What can
stem cells really do today? We asked a scientist who's doing some of the
world's most advanced studies in stem cells, Dr. Joanne Kurtzberg.
Dr. Joanne Kurtzberg:
I believe stem cells have a lot of promise. But we are way at the infancy.
Because real stem cells are very difficult to control as therapy. I personally
think we're 10 years away from seeing real cell therapies that are working and
are safe, but I do believe it will come.
Dr. Kurtzberg is a
physician and the chief scientific officer of a stem cell research program at
Duke University. She advises the federal government and she's co-director of
this multimillion dollar laboratory which works with stem cells harvested from
umbilical cord blood. Dr. Kurtzberg told us there's no evidence yet that stem
cells can treat cerebral palsy.
Pelley: Some of the
diseases that we see stem cell cures offered for on the Internet include
multiple sclerosis.
Kurtzberg: There are
no stem cell cures yet for multiple sclerosis.
Pelley: Lou Gehrig's
disease?
Kurtzberg: I wish
there were but there are not.
Pelley: You know, I
wonder how often it happens that you have to tell a patient, 'I'm sorry.
There's nothing we can do.' And then they come back to you two days later and
say, 'Well, I see all these cures on the Internet.'
Kurtzberg: I get many
of those calls and emails and, and, see many of those patients. But it's very
dishonest to mislead people when there's nothin' you can do.
But there's a lot
that can be done for Adam Susser according to Dr. Ecklund who spoke to the
Sussers from his lab in Ecuador.
[Gary Susser: Say
hello to Dr. Dan, Adam.]
Dr. Ecklund's only
examination of Adam came by teleconference. Ecklund didn't know we were
watching.
[Judy Susser: Do you
think it would help him, you know, make him improve?
Dr. Dan Ecklund: I
think it's likely to help him, yes. I would say 75 percent chance that if--
that he would have a noticeable improvement.]
Ecklund proposed four
treatments costing a total of $20,000. The Sussers asked Ecklund to treat Adam
near their Florida home.
[Ecklund: Again, my concern
would be the legalities of it.]
He's right to be
concerned. It would be a felony to use stem cells in an unapproved therapy or
to sell them for export to the U.S. That's why we were surprised to see this on
many websites: a shopping cart. We clicked on Ecklund's Stem Tech Labs cart and
- with no medical or scientific credentials - we bought 20 million umbilical
cord stem cells for $5,000; shipped to America.
We had the cells sent
by the highest medical standard. Duke University suggested we use something
called a dry shipper, cooled with liquid nitrogen. We sent the dry shipper to
Stem Tech. Stem Tech sent the frozen cells to us, and we forwarded them to
Joanne Kurtzberg. A computer chip inside our package, verified the cells were
properly frozen all the way.
Dr. Kurtzberg
analyzed the cells. For comparison, look under the microscope, healthy
umbilical cord stem cells look like this. The cells we got from Stem Tech had
disintegrated.
Kurtzberg: So these
are the cells you purchased. And they are dying, or dead.
Pelley: We see all of
these dead and disintegrating cells, and essentially cellular debris. Are there
dangers of injecting that into someone?
Kurtzberg: There are
huge dangers if you injected that into someone's blood or spinal fluid because
all these little fragments and debris would get trapped somewhere in the blood
stream and could cause a stroke, or in the brain could cause an inflammatory reaction.
Pelley: This could
actually do harm?
Kurtzberg: Yes. This
could do a great deal of harm.
Remember, the Sussers
asked Dr. Ecklund to treat Adam in the U.S. and last winter, he got out of a
van to meet Gary Susser at a Florida hotel where Ecklund planned to do the
transplant.
We dug into Dr.
Ecklund's background and we found things he hadn't told the Sussers. This is
the document in which the state of Alabama revoked his medical license in 2005.
The State Medical Commission said Dr. Ecklund admitted that he:
- Prescribed
controlled substances to a patient with whom he was having sex
- Prescribed
controlled substances to a patient who he knew was a drug addict
- And had sexual
experiences with young female children
We also tracked down
his laboratory in Ecuador, not exactly the state of the art facility claimed in
his website.
The hotel room Gary
Susser and Dan Ecklund headed for was set up with a number of cameras that were
tucked out of sight.
Susser excused
himself. Ecklund was expecting to meet Judy and Adam, the blind and paralyzed
11-year-old in whom he intended to transplant stem cells, cells from his lab
that sold us dangerous biomedical junk. Instead, we came in.
Pelley: Dr. Ecklund,
I'm Scott Pelley, with "60 Minutes."
Ecklund: Oh, great.
Pelley: How are you
today?
Ecklund: I am--uh-
surprised.
Pelley: We've been
working with the Sussers on a story, and I want you to know that we're being
recorded. And I wanted to ask you about the treatment that you propose for
Adam. What would that be?
Ecklund: The
treatment that he asked about was for stem cells. Human stem cells.
Pelley: And you think
they're applicable for cerebral palsy?
Ecklund: Yes. I have
seen them be effective in cases of cerebral palsy.
Peley: How does that
work, exactly?
Ecklund: Well, stem
cells contain-- excuse me, here. No one knows exactly. Okay? But stem-- stem
cells do contain and give off chemicals which cause other cells to repair
themselves.
Pelley: In the letter
that you sent the Sussers, you described possible effects for Adam. Which could
include improved ability to see, improved ability to speak, improved ability to
move arms and legs. You believe those things are possible?
Ecklund: I do.
Pelley: What is your
training in stem cells?
Ecklund: My training
in stem cells was I studied for about six years going over the literature. And
then I started producing stem-- stem cells, in my lab.
Pelley: You're
self-educated, self-taught?
Ecklund: Uh-huh
(affirm).
Pelley: Have you
published any research?
Ecklund: No.
Pelley: Frankly, Dr.
Ecklund, you have nothing to base your results on. There's no clinical trial,
there's no-- there's no blind study. There are no medical papers published.
Ecklund: That doesn't
make any difference.
Pelley: You know, you
say you-- it doesn't make any difference, that you haven't done these studies.
I would imagine--
Ecklund: The studies
have been done in other countries.
Pelley: I would
imagine it would make a big difference to the Sussers.
Ecklund: The studies
have been done in other countries. These are not published in the United
States, because they cannot be published in the United States.
Pelley: Where is this
seen in the medical literature, anywhere in the world? If you did the things
that you describe in this paper, you would win the Nobel Prize.
Ecklund: No, if I did
the things that are described in that paper, it would not be published, it
would be suppressed. And you wouldn't see-- you wouldn't hear about it.
Ecklund told us
breakthroughs with stem cells aren't published in scientific journals because
of a conspiracy of drug companies and governments that he had trouble defining.
That's when we told him we bought cells from his lab.
Pelley: When your
cells are delivered, they're functioning, living stem cells?
Ecklund: Yes.
Pelley: We purchased
some stem cells from Stem Tech Labs six months, or so, ago. And had them
delivered to Duke University, which did tests on the stem cells. And they
determined that the stem cells were dead.
Ecklund: Well, they
must not have handled them appropriately, then.
Pelley: You're
thinking that you handled them appropriately, but the stem cell laboratories at
Duke University did not?
Ecklund: That would
be my assumption, yeah.
Kurtzberg: I don't think
that there's any chance they were damaged in shipment.
We asked Dr.
Kurtzberg to listen to Ecklund's theories.
Ecklund: Yes. I have
seen them be effective in cases of cerebral palsy.
Kurtzberg: This is
pretty scary actually that he would be saying these things, that he would be
leading them on this way because what he's talking about is very dangerous.
Pelley: Is this a
con, Dr. Ecklund?
Ecklund: No, it's not
a con. I have taken the stem cells myself. Would I take the stem cells if I
thought that they were a con? No.
Pelley: Putting them
in an 11-year-old boy is entirely a different matter.
Ecklund: That's why I
took care to explain the remotest possible difficulties, which have never been
reported.
Pelley: Without any
medical studies that have been published in major journals, that have suggested
that stem cells have any efficacy in cerebral palsy--
Ecklund: You keep
going back to this point. That they're not published in major eth-- in major
medical journals. I'm telling you--
Pelley: It is the
standard of the world. I do keep going to that point.
Ecklund: I'm telling
you that they are not going to be published in this country. Because when
someone does try to do it, then they have "60 Minutes" come and visit
them. And I think that's enough for me, thank you.
We don't know where
Dan Ecklund went, but we do know the whereabouts of the two con men, who were
the subjects of our first stem cell story two years ago.
In that
investigation, we worked with patients, Steven Watters and Michael Martin, who
suffered with ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig's disease. They were promised
miracles from Frank Morales and Lawrence Stowe who offered a $125,000 stem cell
therapy.
[Steve Watters: Will
it keep me out of a wheelchair?
Lawrence Stowe: Oh,
yeah, absolutely.]
Our story launched a
federal investigation. And last January, Morales and Stowe were indicted. The
indictment alleges they made $1.5 million with stem cell fraud. If convicted,
they could face 20 years in prison.
The patients who
helped us, Steven Watters and Michael Martin, lost their lives to ALS last
year.
Anthony Atala, M.D.,
director of the Wake Forest Institute of Regenerative Medicine and editor of
Stem Cells Translational Medicine, commented on the situation. "As with
any treatment," he said, "it is imperative for patients to seek
medical advice only from licensed physicians at reputable medical centers.
Patients need to be aware of the safety and efficacy of any treatment
offered."
"This is even
more important when dealing with newer treatments, such as any type of stem
cell therapy."
Jan Nolta, PhD, is
editor of SCTM's sister journal, STEM CELLS. She also directs the University of
California Davis's Stem Cell Program. She noted, "Without regulations and
reputable centers, desperate patients could be infused with a simple saline
solution or worse: infected, dead, or dangerously mismatched cells that could
cause terrible infusion reactions and later side effects. The public is
cautioned to seek more information on these centers and their associated
clinicians than that which appears on their websites."
"The leaders of
reputable clinics and hospital centers should have trials ongoing that have
received FDA clearance, as can be found at the clincialtrials.gov
website," she added. "There should also be a history of scientific
and medical publications from the associated scientists and physicians related
to the proposed therapy in scholarly journals such as STEM CELLS and
others."
I was starting to
think that this was a bad idea. I researched more, and I came upon this
article:
Scottdale, AR--Stem
Cells Fraud Scheme in U.S. Leads to Arrests
Four people were
recently indicted on federal charges in the United States for selling
unapproved stem cell treatments and other biological products to seriously ill
patients. The patients were falsely told that the treatments were approved by
the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, according to the indictment.
Francisco Morales,
Larry Stowe, Jesus Alberto Ramon and Dr. Vincent Dammai are charged with
collecting in excess of $1.5 million from people suffering from Lou Gehrig's
disease, Parkinson's, muscular dystrophy and cancer over a period from 2007 to
2010. Ramon, a licensed midwife and owner of the Maternity Care Clinic in Del
Rio, Mexico, allegedly sold the umbilical cords of women giving birth at his
clinic to Global Laboratories LLC, in Scottsdale, Ariz., which forwarded them
to Dammai, an assistant professor at the University of South Carolina's medical
school. Dammai harvested the stem cells for Global using university facilities.
He did this without FDA or university knowledge or approval, the indictment
says.
It then alleges that
Morales falsely represented to the public that he was a physician licensed to
practice medicine in the United States and provided medical advice to
individuals regarding the benefits of stem cell treatments. Morales also
falsely represented that he operated a medical clinic in Brownsville, Texas,
according to the indictment, to convince the public that he specialized in
using stem cells to treat incurable diseases. He would then take patients
across the border into Mexico to perform the stem cell procedures, the
indictment says.
Stowe allegedly ran
the companies that marketed and sold the stem cells and other biological
products.
The four are facing
39 counts including conspiracy, mail fraud and illegally manufacturing,
distributing and selling stem cells and related procedures. Dammai, who has
worked at the University of South Carolina since 2001, has been placed on
administrative leave pending resolution of the matter.
And more.
Los Angeles--Six
residents of Los Angeles, California, are suing South Korean company RNL Bio
and associates in a Californian court for alleged fraud. They claim the company
convinced them to travel to clinics in South Korea, China or Mexico to donate
fat tissue and have stem cells from it re-administered to cure diseases and
even reverse ageing.
Stem cells hold great
medical promise, but only one treatment is licensed in the US and that is for a
rare blood disorder. Others are experimental and offering them commercially is
in a legal grey area, subject to investigation, and possible shut-down, by US regulatory
authorities. Some companies avoid this risk by touting stem-cell
"cures" performed outside the US. RNL Bio calls its fat-tissue stem
cells "safe technologies" for treating various disorders.
There have been
protests against these treatments for years, but this is the first civil
lawsuit for damages, says Paul Knoepfler of the University of California at
Davis. It "serves notice to the purveyors of unproven stem-cell
treatments" that they may face litigation if they market in the US, says
Bernard Siegel of the Genetics Policy Institute, a stem-cell watchdog in Palm
Beach, Florida.
And this:
San Diego--Cow stem
cell fraudsters sent to jail for almost killing human patients: some patients
still support them
Two women in San
Diego County are heading to jail after being convicted and sentenced for fraud
related to stem cell treatments.The women injected concoctions of bovine stem
cells from Germany and DMSO into patients. You can read the details of the
original arrest here on the FBI website. Kathleen Ann HelmsAccording to a
Modesto Bee article, Kathleen Ann Helms (aka Catherine Bright-Helms) pictured
at right (photo from News10.com) of Encinitas, CA will spend 18 months in jail
and have 18 months of supervised release.
The article says:
City News Service
says a judge told 57-year-old Kathleen Ann Helms that she endangered people’s
lives and nearly killed two.
Helms pretended to be
a doctor and treated patients as such. Helms’ nurse, Jacqueline Smith, who pleaded
guilty to practicing medicine without a license, will spend a year in jail.
Remarkably, despite
the fraud and dangers treatments, some patients still support Helms.
A News10.com piece
says:
“There are as many of
us who really believe she saved us and sent us on the right path to being able
to someday get rid of this bad disease,” said Fallbrook resident Franzie
Epperson. “I’m just very supportive of her. We feel like she saved our lives.”
I find it astounding
how some patients will support fraudulent stem cell practitioners who break the
law and take large sums of money from them. I just don’t get it.
The News10 piece goes
on to report:
Helms was charged in
connection with the treatment of four patients along with a fifth uncharged
victim.
According to an
affidavit filed in the case, Helms diagnosed a patient with the inflammatory
illness after looking at a sample of blood under a microscope, then prescribed
a treatment plan that included shots of bovine stem cells from Germany.
Helms directed the
patient to go to a Tijuana hospital to have a peripherally inserted central
line put into one of her arms so Helms could give treatments intravenously. The
patient agreed to pay $300 for the insertion of the line and $30,000 for the
treatment Helms recommended, according to the affidavit.
Another patient was
misdiagnosed by Helms as having Lyme Disease when he really had prostate
cancer, illustrating just reckless and dangers this situation was.
The criminal case
began after patients complained to the California State Medical Board.
OK. Enough already. I
had a bad taste in my mouth, metaphorically speaking.
And I'll present one
more thing about stem cells, but it's not about humans. Rats injected with stem
cells 30 minutes after a stroke had almost normal brain function restored
within 2 weeks. The research team from Bolivia said the method has potential in
human trials, but not yet. The team from La Paz University Hospital
"extracted stem cells from fat and bone marrow, then injected them into the
blood vessels of rats shortly after they had suffered an artificially-induced
stroke."
Translated, that
means stem cell therapies for humans are a long way off. It also means, I was
born too soon.
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