In the mother's own words:

"My daughter's story begins when she was four years old. As a toddler, she had very few health problems. At four years old, however, she was hit with a sudden, severe breathing attack that quickly developed into pneumonia in just a few hours. We took her to the hospital and the doctors told me that my daughter had asthma. She was in the hospital for three days.

"A few months later, we moved from Wyoming to California. Two months after moving, she again had a severe asthma attack that quickly progressed into pneumonia. In the hospital, her heart rate climbed to 192 beats per minute. She kept holding her chest, telling me how much it hurt to breathe. Because of her high heart rate, the doctors could not give her anything for the pain.

"After this episode, I took her to an asthma specialist. He really seemed to know much more than all the other doctors she had seen. He began to run a lot of tests. He did a skin patch test where he took a small razor and made little patches on her back and put different allergens on them. He tested sixty-five allergens. She was allergic to sixty-three!

"After this, she was tested for everything under the sun, including tests for cystic fibrosis, leukemia, blood disorders and blood cancers. This became very, very frightening to me and I was starting to realize just how serious her condition was.

"The repeated episodes of asthma began to lower her resistance to other illnesses. After she caught the flu in January, her chest became extremely painful. When this pain persisted, I took her back to the asthma specialist and he immediately ran a series of x-rays. He found that her left lung had totally collapsed and that her heart had slid over to this empty cavity. He explained to me how very serious this was and how very painful it is for your heart to do that.

"She was immediately taken to I.C.U. at Loma Linda Medical Center and she stayed there for three days. I remember the doctors telling me that it was very important that I didn't become drowsy at my daughter's bedside because, at any time, she could go "Code Blue", which was a very serious situation! I realized then that her condition was becoming more and more serious, and I felt absolutely helpless to stop it. I felt I was doing the very best I could for her. I felt I was seeking the best care available and, that some time, these doctors were going to find something that could help her.

"The medicine she was taking began to have behavioral side effects on her. I saw my child, who was normally very sweet, very loving and soft, become an absolute monster. She would become very unpredictable and would get very angry and shout at anybody in the room with her, and then, quickly turn around to me and say, ‘I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be that way.’

"After her last hospitalization, she was really beginning to show the physical stress of her illness. She had lost an incredible amount of weight. She was down to twenty-six pounds. She was five and one half years old. When the medical doctors looked at her, and saw how thin and frail she was, I could see them shaking their heads with concern.

"She was on constant antibiotics and had repeated doses of steroids. She was on so much medication that she could never stay awake past 4:30 in the afternoon. If we went over to a friend's house in the evening, we would carry her into the house, place her on a bed until we left, carry her back out into the car, and drive home. She would not wake up. This happened over and over.

"In March, she had another severe attack that put her straight back into Loma Linda Hospital. She seemed to be having these attacks every two months, and they seemed to be getting worse. The medication she was taking was not helping. After this last attack, I sat with her and held her, and I realized that she might die! She was that sick!

"It was now obvious to me that the medical doctors were not helping her. Their only answer to her problems was to throw more and more pills at her. After she left the hospital in March, I knew that my daughter was in a life or death situation and I knew that I had to try some other method of health care.

"I knew my mother and grandmother were seeing a elite group of Chiropractors who were practicing a different form of health care. They expressed great confidence that these doctors could help my daughter with her asthma, and I made an appointment to see them as soon as they had an opening.

"After my daughter's first week of corrective care, she remained on a schedule of check-ups every two days (adjustments when necessary). I couldn't believe the amount of change I saw in her! She had a much higher resistance against her asthma. She didn't seem to be having the lighter, daily breathing problems that she had had for months.

"After six weeks under this care, she had experienced an incredible amount of weight gain. She had gained back eleven pounds. Her resistance had increased to the point where she hadn't become sick with a cold or flu one time. She was off all medication. I kept thinking that a severe asthma attack had to be coming up soon, because that was the pattern she had showed for a long, long time. The attack never came.

"As the months went by, she kept improving. It was unbelievable! I look at her now and can't believe the change in her. She is active. I can hardly slow her down. She participates in dance and gymnastics and she runs and plays with the rest of her friends. She recently won first prize in her kindergarten jump-rope contest. Her weight is now up to forty-seven pounds.

"When I remember back to when my daughter's health problems were at their peak--when I think back and see that this thin, frail, skinny little girl with dark black circles under her eyes, I realize how close I came to losing my baby.

"I wish to thank you doctors from the bottom of my heart."

Comment by oncause:

This is serious stuff. You might want to think and investigate a bit before you form such an adversarial position.