About two months before I married my long-term partner of seven years, I decided to get the Twinrix vaccination. There were two reasons. At the time, I was working in a transition house that housed homeless women with addictions and mental health challenges. The organization that ran the house “strongly recommended” the vaccine. My husband-to-be and I were also entertaining the thought of a tropical honeymoon, in which case I had heard often that it was wise to be vaccinated against Hep A and B when travelling to certain destinations.
So I purchased the vaccine, visited my doctor and received two of the
three inoculations involved. When I learned we weren’t going on that
hoped-for tropical vacation, I didn’t bother with the third shot and
besides, I didn’t have time before my wedding to get the third one done.
The first two shots were a month apart.
My first symptom was loose stools, including having to get up in the
middle of the night to go to the bathroom. The same doctor who
vaccinated me, asked for stool samples and blood tests, but everything
came back normal. He said that it couldn’t have been caused by the
vaccine. I started having panic attacks too, but chalked it up to the
stress of the wedding. I have always found it very stressful to plan any
kind of event, and this being my wedding…well, I came up with my own
excuses for my sudden increase in anxiety and panic attacks.
I felt nauseous all the time. The doctor suggested it was “irritable
bowel syndrome” and since many of my family members have been diagnosed
with this, I accepted it. I tried to live with the constant nausea,
increased tiredness, and anxiety. The day after my second dose which was
four days before my wedding, I started waking up in the mornings
“buzzing.” My body felt like it was vibrating.
The worst initial symptom happened a few days after my first dose
when I was on vacation for my stagette. I had just finished my first
drink and eaten a sandwich in the pub, when I suddenly began to feel
like I had been drugged. I felt like I was floating on air, and the
sounds and sights around me were expanding and contracting. That sent me
into a major panic attack and it wrecked my first night away on my
holiday. For over a month after that, until I started getting those
feelings daily, I truly believed that someone had drugged my drink.
On my wedding day, I had to take Ativan (mild tranquilizer) just to
get through the day. I had the worst anxiety and nausea. I was sick and I
didn’t know it.
The honeymoon went the same. Nausea and loose stools. I felt terrible
but I enjoyed my honeymoon and made the best of it. The worst was yet
Two days after returning home from my honeymoon, my body could no
longer correct itself. The poison finally won. My limbs became
incredibly heavy and my body very tired. I was dizzy when I stood up and
would almost pass out every time I tried to walk a short distance. My
knees would buckle and I’d have to catch myself from falling. Sometimes I
was better for a while, but then I would spend days in the dizzy cycle
all over again. One thing was for sure, normal didn’t exist for me
I went to emergency three times. I saw specialist after specialist.
The blood tests, ecg, all the tests came back with some minor
abnormalities that didn’t alarm the doctors in any way. I would cry and
beg doctors to tell me something new, anything to help me get better.
They told me to go see a counsellor because it was psychosomatic. They
told me and my husband that it was all in my head.
One time, during the beginning of all this, after my husband put the
thought in my head, I asked my doctor if this could be from my
vaccination. He assured me it could not. I believed him.
A year and a half went by. I lost my job. My marriage ended. I became
suicidal. I had found ways to cope. If I ate marijuana butter, I could
stand for longer periods and get some housework done or care for my
children. Beta-blockers kept my heart from racing so high I’d pass out. I
finally gave in and took Effexor (antidepressent) at the suggestion of
numerous doctors who thought my illness was all in my head. That helped
with my strained marriage and pms, but I was still depressed. I took a
sleeping pill at night to help me sleep.
My symptoms were too numerous to count. I found a name for my
collection of symptoms. “Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.” At
the time, I thought it was a disease. Now I know it is the body’s way of
saying “I’m sick.”
I was done with doctors and on the verge of giving up my children. I
could hardly take care of them anymore. I was getting sicker and sicker.
If I lost my kids, I would probably kill myself. As a last ditch effort
to save my life, I researched common food allergens and did a detox.
Within four days, I knew I was recovering. To ensure continued recovery,
I removed gluten and most dairy from my diet. To this day, I become
extremely ill when I eat gluten.
I immediately took myself off the medications. I was on the lowest
dose of Effexor so I didn’t think it would affect me, but withdrawal
from that drug was a nightmare. I didn’t have any withdrawal from
beta-blockers, marijuana, or the sleeping pill, but the anti-depressant
was brutal. Every time I turned my head, I got debilitating vertigo.
Migraines. Nausea. Electrical zaps on my scalp. For three or four days
it was constant hell, but it got better and after about two or three
weeks, the vertigo and zaps only came sporadically.
Unfortunately, the damage was already done though. During my illness,
my body had become very dry. My mouth, my skin, my eyes, my vagina. My
eyes were so dry, that I was certain I had Sjogren’s Syndrome. The
specialist I waited months to see told me I didn’t have Sjogren’s
syndrome and that most of my symptoms were probably from my medications.
He also advised me to seek counselling and stop using marijuana. It
didn’t matter to him that it was the most effective medicine I had.
My mouth was so dry, I developed saliva stones in one of my saliva
glands. I later had surgery to remove the gland because it was painful
Another issue I came out of my illness with was constipation and
bloody stools. That issue started to correct itself until I became
pregnant during reconciliation with my husband about six months after
going gluten-free. The constipation and bloody stools worsened when I
was put on iron supplements for anemia.
It was during my pregnancy that I researched vaccines thoroughly. By
this point, I didn’t trust doctors or the medical establishment in any
way. I was a “natural cure” advocate all the way. While reading about
vaccines, in particular about Hepatitis B vaccination, I had an
epiphany. I realized that my sudden illness had actually been caused by
my Twinrix vaccine. I learned that MANY people suffer from the SAME
symptoms I had after getting a Hep A/B vaccination.
I finally realized that I had been vaccine harmed. This was two years
after the vaccine. If you look at my medical records though, you can
see the happy little trail quite clearly. First, the doctor administered
the shots. Shortly after, I started having stomach and bowel movement
issues. Shortly after that, I became disabled by chronic illness. It
happened within a two-month period from the first shot. How I didn’t
recognize it at the time is beyond me.
Recently I suffered a sudden bowel perforation.
Doctors say they rarely ever see someone as young as me with this kind
of bowel. They don’t know what caused the perforation. They are confused
and its like I’m reliving the past all over again. I know that if I
hadn’t gotten that vaccination, I would not have suffered a perforated
bowel and almost died in November 2012. This was a result of the harm
that was done to me when I was vaccinated in 2008. Despite my healthy
diet and despite my efforts to heal naturally, some damage has already
been done that I cannot undo.
In November 2013, I developed arthritis. I suspect the toxicity and infections I experienced over the previous year of three surgeries and the medications in the hospital, as well as having weakened immunity led to this.
But I won’t stop trying. I am learning more and more ways to live as
healthy as possible. I have decided not to get my incisional (caused by surgery) hernia operated on. Instead, I have purchased hernia belts and I will get a custom bathing suit with hernia support inside it.
plan to live a long life without medical intervention. One thing is
absolutely for certain. I will NEVER…EVER…vaccinate any of my children
or get myself vaccinated again.