Sharing My Story of Chronic Infections and Mold Illness
“God bless the broken road…” -Rascal Flatts
You don’t know you are living a story until you can look backward and, in hindsight, see its purpose. Looking back now, I recognize that each chapter of my story built on the next to produce the life I was meant to live. Much of my childhood and teenage years were difficult and chaotic but I am grateful for it. I hope by sharing my journey of chronic infections and mold illness, I can give you hope and help you on your healing path. I feel that I am called to be a light on the path for this journey we call life and find it easy to guide others who are dealing with chronic illness because I know the path well having walked it myself.
How it Started
My mother was not supposed to be able to have children. Instead, she became a foster parent to help other kids. But then I showed up, the firstborn son to my parents and the first grandchild on that side of the family. I was a real blessing (at least that’s what I tell myself). Being an ‘80s baby, I was given all the typical vaccinations, medical care, and standard American diet. But I was not typical …
As I grew older into preschool and elementary age, it was evident that I had a learning disability–I was socially awkward and an extremely picky eater. There were times I went into hysterical episodes, rarely slept well at night, had night terrors, and slept walked. Digestive issues were frequent, especially bloating and constipation. The list goes on–extreme allergies, rashes, constant strep throat infections (with routine antibiotics as treatment). This led to the development of PANS/PANDAS (a neurological condition associated with Strep) that produces obsessive-compulsive tendencies, neuroticism, tics, and other issues. I was a handful. Alas, there was something more lurking in the basement …
Your Environment Pulls the Trigger
We lived in the same house for nearly 17 years, from my infancy to my adolescence. The basement of that house flooded constantly. My father did his best to clean it up after each flood, but it required pumps, shop vacs, fans, and dehumidifiers to keep it cleared up. Once we even started an electrical fire because the pump was running continuously to remove the water. In an effort to give me more bedroom space as the oldest child, we moved me down into the basement. Now I was breathing that basement air for many hours at a time. Mold suppresses your immune system, likely leading to all my strep infections, and can directly cause all the other symptoms I was dealing with too. We did not know that my new basement bedroom was placing me in the direct path of the storm...
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Not intented to treat, diagnose, or cure medical illness. For educational purpsoses only.