My last post reviewed 2014, which got me thinking about 2015.

New interventions are coming down the path, as always. Sitting in my home right now, as yet unpacked, is an ionic foot bath. On their way to us are two Himalayan salt lamps, for air purification and EMF reduction. Are these items just so much hype and bunk? Time to find out. I also ordered an essential oils diffuser. I’ve been applying frankincense and eucalyptus oil to the soles of Martin’s feet and the base of his neck, and witnessing more sharpness when I do. I’d like to see what will result if near his bed I diffuse those two oils, and whatever other oils I find to target his attention span.

I am hoping that 2015 will bring MRT to the greater New York area. I think Martin would be a good candidate for MRT. Unfortunately, because he attends school year-round, i.e., without a summer break, I have not been able to commit to bringing him for the required twelve weeks to any center currently conducting trials of MRT for ASD.

We’re returning in 2015 to some practitioners who helped Martin but fell away for whatever reason. At the beginning of 2013, we switched to a Connecticut biomed doctor when our original doctor moved her practice from Chicago (not too bad to fly there from New York) to California (heckuva long way). In two weeks, I’m taking Martin to California to see the original doctor, distance be damned. I’m figuring that a talented and intuitive doctor who has not seen Martin in more than two years can give us a realistic picture of what progress we’ve made, and what direction we should consider now. I also plan to seek a few sessions with the craniosacral therapist who, in past years, was able to tell me details about Martin’s health and body. I can’t point to any particular reason why we stopped seeing her, other than “too much on the plate.” It’s time to return.

As to me, Martin’s primary care-giver, I have three resolutions. Or maybe not “resolutions.” Publicly resolving to take action brings too much pressure. Let’s say this: I have three notions, and hopes of addressing them.

First, I want to do more thorough research and reading. Unless you are a fellow ASD-recovery parent, you may find this hard to believe, but—I think I do a subpar job when it comes to understanding the science behind Martin’s recovery. I’ve never made sufficient use of his genetic information, or insisted that his doctors do so. I have books I bought, and articles I printed, that I’ve barely picked up. I get so caught up in the everyday mechanics of recovery, the cooking and appointments and supplement orders and logging his health and behavior, that I fail to put aside for making sure I understand it all. Which is another way of saying I’ve been lazy when it comes to doing what I find most challenging.

Second, I want to help Martin understand more about why we do what we do. He knows about foods that “hurt his belly” or “keep him up at night.” As he gets older and his language skills continue to develop, I’d like to explain his health, and how our biomed protocol improves his health. The tricks will be finding a way to bring the explanations to Martin’s level right now, and saying it all without mentioning “autism.” Martin doesn’t know that word, and I wouldn’t care to have him learn it.

Third, I want to put some effort into my own health. I cook GAPS food for Martin, prepare dairy/fish meals for Adrian, and then, for my vegan self, grab whatever I can on the run. I don’t sleep enough. I work out too intensely, or not at all. In 2014 I suffered four major illnesses, one requiring the hospital. That’s got to change.

If 2014 was a banner year, 2015 shall be a confident year. Many underlying challenges are virtually gone, or fading fast. Martin sleeps. He talks. His digestion functions. He has few repetitive behaviors. He still perseverates, but at least he varies the topic. The work we have left to do—primarily socializing and maintaining attention/focus—is more nebulous, and its milestones less pronounced. When it comes to sleep or language, I can measure progress easily. When it comes to how Martin engages other kids, and how they treat him, I have less to chart. So I will have to keep faith, and remain confident that change is occurring, even if I grasp it only in hindsight.

P.S. I have a special announcement for long-time readers. Remember the cat chaos in my home? The hissing and bullying, the senior cats living in the basement? On the advice of a cat behaviorist, we’ve found a new home for the troublemaker-in-chief, George. He’s going to live in Northern California, with the mother of a close (human) friend of mine. He’ll be the only cat in a big house on a big yard, the empire of his dreams. And Martin and I, on our trip to visit the California doctor, will personally deliver George to his new home. Wish all three of us luck.

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