Chances

My approach to Martin’s food continues to evolve.

In the earliest days, I would say, Martin’s diet was one of restriction. No grains, dairy, soy, corn, refined sugar, starchy vegetables, or fruits other than pear and avocado. No colors or sweeteners, no packaged or prepared foods, nothing from a restaurant. My mindset was mired in what he could not eat, and I concocted elaborate replacements for “usual” foods. This was a time of homemade zucchini seed “French fries,” sunflour patties, and duck nuggets; as long as the dish didn’t have any no’s, and seemed vaguely like a familiar food, it was a yes.

As I learned more about Martin’s particular needs, we ventured into specialty diets: GAPS with its endless broths, the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, low-salicylate, which brought us more potatoes and less coconut oil.

At some point, food became easier when I focused on simplicity: fewer replacements and complicated recipes, more limited-ingredient masterpieces.

This summer in Nicaragua, I was able to confirm that fruit doesn’t have to be our enemy anymore—after fruit had been relegated to that role for years by Martin’s tendency to yeast overgrowth. Also, through trial and error, I brought back in some of the higher-salicylate items formerly removed.

Now, back in the States with access to an embarrassing range of organic options, my motto has become: “Every meal, a chance to heal.” Martin is still gluten-, dairy-, soy-, and refined-sugar free, and his food is mostly homemade and organic. But I’m focused less on how to replace what Martin can’t eat and more on how I can pack fat, protein, and nutrients onto his plate while still keeping the meals delicious.

For exemplar purposes, I photographed this morning’s breakfast preparations. These were the ingredients, as I prepared them—

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Fritter mixture (sweet potato, onion, garlic, carrot tops), pineapple, strawberries, orange, avocado, egg.

You see orange slices, strawberries, 1/4 avocado, one egg, and a bowl with shredded sweet potatoes and minced onion, garlic, and carrot greens. That’s a lot of vitamin content, plus the healthy fat of avocado and protein of egg. Tell me that you’re asking yourself what kind of lunatic arranges the prepared ingredients in a pattern on her cutting board? Only when I’m operating “for exemplar purposes.” Keep up. Next I whisked the egg in a glass with Himalayan pink salt and stirred it into the sweet potato bowl.

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Fritter mixture, now with egg. Ready to fry!

Then I juiced those orange slices in preparation for Martin’s smoothie. Because it so fibrous, orange is one of the few fruits I won’t add whole to a smoothie. I usually use coconut water as the base of Martin’s breakfast smoothie; this morning, I had oranges to use up and so substituted orange juice. I put the orange juice in the Vitamix with the avocado and strawberries. I add avocado to every smoothie, healthy fat that Martin doesn’t taste. (I’m also finding new ways to disguise spinach and kale.)

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Getting the pulp out of the oranges.

Finally I formed patties from the shredded-sweet-potato mixture and fried them in olive oil. Breakfast looked like this:

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Voilà! Crunchy sweet potato fritters with fruit smoothie. Breakfast is served.

That’s a common weekday breakfast. Here are some other examples:

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Berry smoothie with “egg muffin” (diced vegetables, spices, and egg baked in ramekin) and salted roast potatoes.

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Tropical smoothie with “egg muffin” (diced peppers, parsley, and spices with egg, baked in ramekin) and potatoes with carrot greens.

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Tropical smoothie and squash fritters, made with onions and red palm oil for rich color.

I still tend to put Martin’s meat serving—if he has one, on a given day—into his school lunch. Today, lunch was turkey meatballs, filled with peppers and leeks. For dessert, homemade meringues (egg whites, vanilla, arrowroot, maple sugar). For snack, a Lärabar.

Tonight was a slow-cooker dinner. Late morning, I diced whatever “autumn” vegetables were in my fridge, and added late-season tomatoes and herbs from my garden. That mixture went into the Instant Pot, together with red lentils, spices, and vegetable broth.

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The dinner ingredients. I had such fun laying out the breakfast ingredients for display that I figured I would continue the trend.

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Dinner into the Instant Pot to slow cook.

Of course, not every meal is a vegetable powerhouse. Convenience can play its role. Some mornings, breakfast is a smoothie plus “pizza,” i.e., peanut butter spread between Siete grain-free tortillas and fried in macadamia nut oil.

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Finally! A green smoothie. This one has spinach, cashew milk, coconut yogurt, peanut butter, and frozen banana.

Some evenings, dinner is brown-rice fusilli with “cheese” sauce, in this case served alongside Indian-spiced chickpea fries.

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This is like the ASD-recovery version of mac-‘n’-cheese with chicken fingers, I guess.

Adrian, who refuses to eat breakfast except on weekends, continues to get two Bento boxes of mostly raw food, and one container of lentils, to take to the office for lunch.

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A sample bento box for Adrian. In this one I packed salted avocado, grapes, peanuts, raw-milk cheddar, apple, hummus, and Mary’s Gone Crackers Thins.

Every meal is a chance to heal.

Now, if a child’s system is damaged and not properly absorbing nutrients, all the raw vegetables in the world won’t necessarily get the healing done; the trick is to find the proper food combinations. We are awaiting new test results to learn more about Martin’s gut today and whether we need to tweak his diet yet again.

And we press onward.

It’s Not my Fault This Issue Won’t Go Away. At Least, Not Only My Fault

Trigger warning: This post is about vaccines.

I start with a trigger warning because the post may affect you in either of two ways:

  1. You may believe your child was injured by one or more vaccines, and reading about the issue may evoke memories, regrets, guilt, even rage; or
  2. You may reject the idea that vaccine injury is widespread or connected to autism, and even reading the suggestion may cause anger and disillusionment with this blogger.

Better news: This post is not about whether vaccines are connected to autism. If you’re dying to know my opinion on that subject, click here.

This post is about perception of the vaccine issue and why, whatever the truth behind vaccine science, I think the tide will continue to turn against mandatory vaccination, at least until changes are made in drug approval, the liability scheme, and the way we discuss the whole matter.

“I Know Someone”

Let’s start with someone who likely falls within category 1, above—“You may believe your child was injured by one or more vaccines, and reading about the issue may evoke memories, regrets, guilt, even rage.” Earlier this year, in California for a doctor appointment, Martin and I decided to expend some energy at a trampoline park. We did not realize that we had happened upon a designated “special needs jump night.” The place was pretty empty, but apparently most of the kids who were there had some form of disability or sensory challenges.

Martin ran off to bounce. I sat on a bench with two other moms. They were discussing IEP’s and, soon, so was I. When one of the moms left, I continued chatting with the other. By then I knew that her four-year-old son was non-verbal and diagnosed ASD. She asked where we lived and what we were doing in California. I explained that my son had also been on the spectrum but now was getting better, and that we were in California to see the doctor who treats the medical aspects of my son’s condition.

That’s usually sufficient to end a conversation, or at least steer it in another direction. I find that ASD parents either reject biomed as impossible based on mainstream advice they’ve received, or else reject biomed because they are too overwhelmed even to consider dietary or lifestyle changes. Either way, they don’t jump to discuss. I thought this trampoline-place mom would fall into the second category; during the IEP portion of our conversation, she mentioned that she was a single parent, that her son’s father was entirely absent, and that she had trouble getting to IEP meetings and other school events. How could she want to add special diets and supplements to her agenda?

God bless her. I can’t fathom the strength needed to walk this path alone.

I was mistaken. She asked to hear more about what treatments we do, and about Martin’s diet. I tried to speak in gentle terms and be encouraging. As I was in the midst of saying that autism has an immune component, the mom interrupted me and blurted, “It was the shots, wasn’t it?”

I asked what she meant. She said, “Something happened to my boy. He got a bad fever after a shot and he wouldn’t stop crying. The doctor said it was normal, but my boy wasn’t the same after that. He didn’t talk anymore. And the doctor told me the shot didn’t hurt him, and that I had to keep giving him shots to stay in Medicaid, so I did, and I saw that he got worse every time.” With tears in her eyes, the woman looked at me and asked again, “It was the shots, wasn’t it?”

Readers, I was at a loss. I hadn’t said a word about vaccinations and did not expect the discussion to move in this direction. What could I say? From the few details the mom offered, it sounded like vaccine injury could be an issue—but no way would I share that suspicion with her. I felt like remorse and desperation had gathered themselves into human form and were sitting next to me.

The mom’s sudden response reminded me of a gym trainer I had two years ago. Training can involve a lot of chatting, and eventually we bumped into the topic of what I do for Martin, and his recovery process. “What do you think causes autism?” the trainer asked. I said genetics and environmental factors. He asked what environmental factors. I implicated unsafe food supply, overreliance on antibiotics, pesticides and pollution, disruption by electromagnetic fields, maybe a few others. The trainer asked, “What else?” I said Caesarian-section births weren’t doing us any favors. The trainer asked, “And what else?” I talked about sterile environments and lack of access to dirt and earth. The trainer asked, “And what else?” I relented and said, “Some people think vaccines are involved.” The trainer leaned close and whispered, “I know. I know all about it. My wife has a friend whose baby was injured. So my wife won’t let us vaccinate our kids.”

I know. I know all about it”—this came from a random 26-year-old suburban New York sports trainer who prides himself on “not reading too much.”

Why the vaccine debate won’t die, exhibit one: Too many people know someone they believe to be vaccine-injured.

“Nope. Forget it.”

On to someone who falls within category 2—“You may reject the idea that vaccine injury is widespread or connected to autism, and even reading the suggestion may cause anger and disillusionment with this blogger.”

This summer, I made a friend, an ex-pat North American already living a dozen years in Nicaragua. She knew about Martin’s challenges, at least his current challenges. (Think social awkwardness and emotional fragility, instead of screaming meltdowns and lack of functional language.) She knew that we follow a restrictive diet and have done various therapies. She did not know about the supplements, antimicrobials, enzymes, probiotics, mitochondrial support, homeopathy, neurofeedback, vision exercises, &c. Those details are reserved for the innermost circle of confidents. Still, I consider this ex-pat a reasonably close friend, and we speak openly with each other about the universe of matters not related to autism recovery.

One evening toward the end of summer, when Adrian already had returned to Nicaragua, he and I went out to dinner with this friend. The conversation was lively; Adrian is opinionated, and so is my friend. The talk turned to politics, and to subjects on which Adrian can see both sides of an issue versus subjects on which he sees no room for debate. (The dinner followed close upon a group of white nationalists parading clownishly around Charlottesville, which is I think how we arrived at the topic of “no room for debate.”) By way of intro, Adrian said something like, “You can debate a lot of things. How to stop global climate change, whether to pacify North Korea, late-term abortion, all the vaccinations—.”

Adrian mentioned vaccinations innocently, perhaps even Pollyannish-ly; his exposure to the topic comes mostly from his autism-obsessed wife, so he may just have been thinking, “Reasonable people can disagree on this one.” But upon the very mention of “all the vaccinations,” my friend exclaimed, “Nope! Not the anti-vaccination people. They are lunatics. [Expletive] lunatics.” No one had said anything about anti-vaccination. Adrian had suggested space for debate around the panoply of vaccinations currently recommended. My friend heard “vaccinations.” That sufficed to evoke immediate condemnation. No room, there, for debate.

Twenty years ago, one of my cats, Linsey, suffered a vaccine-induced fibrosarcoma. She developed a large tumor at the site of a rabies vaccination. I was a law student at the time. I paid for surgery to remove the tumor and then, having expended my savings, borrowed $5,000 from my brother Rudy and flew Linsey to Colorado State University in Fort Collins, where the Veterinary Teaching Hospital was one of the few institutions using electron-beam radiation therapy to prevent tumor return. (This was important because the Linsey’s tumor was adjacent to her lungs, so I didn’t want the radiation reaching beyond the tumor site.) After returning to Connecticut, where I was studying, I drove Linsey every few weeks to Angell Animal Medical Center in Boston for chemotherapy. Miraculously, Linsey survived this ordeal, only to succumb two-and-a-half years later to an unrelated carcinoma. Some cats have all the luck.

Throughout the entire course of these events, no one questioned that Linsey was vaccine-injured. The treating veterinarian, who first found the tumor, said immediately that it was vaccine-related: “I’ve seen a few of these, always at the site of injection.” I was asked to submit Linsey’s vaccination records to track the batch that had induced the tumor. Colorado State made her part of a study on treating these particular tumors. The doctor at Angell talked to me extensively about vaccine injury in cats and special precautions to take going forward. Five or six years after these treatments, long after Linsey had died, a researcher from Colorado State phoned me to track her outcome, for their records.

Of course, Linsey’s experience made me wary of vaccinating my cats. I asked a lot of questions, and veterinarians always took the time to discuss pros and cons with me, like whether exclusively indoor cats really need vaccines, the risks of vaccinating versus developing FeLV, or steps that had been taken to replace the adjuvants suspected in causing sarcomas like Linsey’s.

And when Martin came along, I tried to ask questions about vaccinating him, too. I attended presentations on vaccination, read books and articles. I formulated specific questions, like, “I looked up the contents of each brand of DTaP vaccine, and they all have at least 150 micrograms aluminum. One has more than 600 micrograms. I can’t locate any study indicating that those levels of aluminum injection are safe for a child of my son’s size. Have you seen any?”, or, “It’s hard to get statistics, but from what I have found, the rate of serious adverse reactions to the varicella vaccine might be higher than the chances of a serious reaction to the virus itself. Are we vaccinating in order to eliminate the virus in the general population, or are we seeking protection more particularized to my son?”

Martin’s pediatrician, to the extent she could, dismissed my questions without answer. Though she halfheartedly indulged my decision to do Martin’s vaccinations on a delayed schedule, she showed no interest in my reasoning or research. Instead, she served the usual banquet of platitudes: Vaccines are safe. Vaccine injury is a one-in-a-million occurrence. All theories linking vaccines to autism have been discredited. Until we started biomed, no one involved in Martin’s healthcare agreed to have a realistic conversation with me about vaccinations. A ten-minute conversation with my cat’s veterinarian over whether yearly rabies vaccines are worth the risk? No problem. Even a single disinterested, well-founded response to concerns about my own child? Wasn’t going to happen.

Why the vaccine debate won’t die, exhibit two: You’re not allowed to express a contrary opinion, or even a diversified opinion. You aren’t really allowed even to ask questions.

I Guess I Went to Law School for Some Reason.

In the United States, we have a (much-criticized, and sometimes justifiably so) system of tort law designed to shift resources among private parties in order to compensate victims of injury. If you are hurt—financially, physically, or otherwise—by a private party such as a corporation or a neighbor, you have a right to sue that party and ask to be “made whole.” Example: If your water heater explodes and you suffer burns, you can seek compensation from the company that sold the water heater, on the theory that the product never should have been put into commerce. Example: If your uncle drunkenly rams his car into your garage door, you can sue him for the cost of a new garage door.

In the late 1980s, vaccines were removed from this liability scheme. A law known as the National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act of 1986 established a National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program, or the “VICP.” (The citation is Pub. L. No. 99-660, 100 Stat. 3755 (1986), codified at 42 U.S.C. § 300aa-10 through -34.) Under the Act, the family of a vaccine-injured child no longer gets to proceed directly to a lawsuit (as would a person injured by, say, a pain medication or a statin). Instead, that family must file in the U.S. Court of Federal Claims, against the Secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services. Attorneys within the Office of Vaccine Litigation defend the Secretary.

After some 5,000 cases were filed under the Act seeking compensation for development of autism (this doesn’t surprise me) following vaccination, the Office of Special Masters within the VICP created an Omnibus Autism Proceeding, or “OAP.” The cases consolidated into the OAP ruled against the test-case families and held that vaccines cannot provoke the development of autism (nor does this surprise me).

A family dissatisfied by the outcome of a VICP proceeding may reject the determination and file thereafter in a federal court. In practice, a court is likely to accept a VICP determination of “no injury” as heavily persuasive, if not conclusive. Editorial note: I have no link to back up the foregoing statement about persuasiveness of VICP determinations in subsequent proceedings. The statement is based on my own years of legal practice in cases involving some form of prior adjudication, whether administrative or otherwise. Therefore, the possibility of litigating a court case to verdict and recovery barely exists. Moreover, as to the VICP itself, successful claims, as well as administrative costs of the program, are paid from a trust, which is funded not by vaccine manufacturers but by an excise tax for each dose sold of an included vaccine. Vaccine manufacturers are thereby insulated from just about any form of liability for injuries caused by their products.

Since the 1986 Act, the Centers for Disease Control has “recommended” ever-more vaccine doses. I use quotes around “recommended” because, in a growing number of states, failure to adhere to every recommendation precludes school attendance, military service, even some private-sector jobs. In the past five years, for example, California (with more than 12% of the nation’s population) eliminated personal-belief (including religious) exemptions from school vaccination requirements, joining West Virginia and Mississippi as states that don’t allow any non-medical exemptions. New York (with an additional 6% of the nation’s population) has been adding required vaccines for school, limiting the availability of medical exemptions, getting rid of personal-belief exemptions, and challenging religious exemptions.

The U.S. Department of Justice credits the VICP for virtual cessation of lawsuits against vaccine manufacturers:

A significant, positive result of the Program is that costly litigation against drug manufacturers and health care professionals who administer vaccines has virtually ceased. Although an individual who is dissatisfied with the Court’s final judgment can reject it and file a lawsuit in State or Federal court, very few lawsuits have been filed since the Program began. The supply of vaccines in the U.S. has stabilized, and the development of new vaccines has markedly increased.

Although I searched the CDC website (and the DOJ website, though it would be an odd location for such information), I found no mention of how we determine where, whether, or how many new vaccines are needed, or any gauge for evaluating the benefits of this marked increase in the development of new vaccines.

Why the vaccine debate won’t die, exhibit three: Instead of trusting families to make their own decisions regarding vaccination, our system forces them to vaccine, creating an overflow market for vaccine products while also absolving the manufacturers from liability if their products prove unsafe. The incentives are—I’ll speak technically here—out of whack.

Our Own Personal Proof?

After Martin was diagnosed with autism and I began to recognize his immune troubles, I fought to keep him in school without further vaccinations. I had his blood drawn for titer tests to establish that he did not need the second MMR shot required for school. Martin’s regular pediatrician wasn’t available, so another doctor from the practice met with me to review the results. A measles (rubeola) titer is considered immune if the IgG exceeds 0.70. Martin’s level was 1.25. A mumps antibody titer is considered immune if the IgG exceeds 0.50. Martin’s level was 3.57. A rubella antibody titer is considered immune if the IgG exceeds 10. Martin’s level was 67.2. Look again at those numbers. Martin’s titers, even without the required “booster” shot, were 179-714% of the levels that establish immunity. The first MMR shot had sent his immune system into a frenzied hyper-response. What would a second shot have done?

“Oh,” said the substitute doctor as he examined the results. “Ah. I think, if you want, um, I think, would you like me to write an exemption from vaccinations for the time being?”

Why, yes, I responded. Yes, that would be nice.

From that day until we moved out of New York City, the substitute doctor became Martin’s regular pediatrician.

Why the vaccine debate won’t die, exhibit four: I still have something to say about it.