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| When vaccines kill |
| 06.07.04 (10:39 am) [edit] |
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The following letter puts a human face on the avalanche of statistics and data indicating childhood vaccinations are not always safe or "routine".
This information might surprise you, but vaccines can kill.
Parents have a right to make educated decisions regarding the health of their child. That is why we present you with the following information.
If you don't have a child, read it anyway! You may have a child one
day, and you'll want to make an educated decision about whether or
not to have your child injected with vaccines. And please pass this
info on to anyone you know who's a parent.
Death by Lethal Vaccine Injection
Reprinted with permission of the author - Christine Colebeck
Today is my daughter's sweet 16th birthday but we will not be
celebrating. Instead I will light a candle and when I blow it out I
will make a wish in my daughter's memory. My wish is for all mothers
worldwide, that you will educate yourselves and that you make
informed choices so that you may prevent unnecessary tragedy and be
spared from my pain.
Laura's Story: After 41 weeks of pregnancy, on July 27th, 1986, a perfect and
healthy little baby, Laura Marie, made her entrance into the world.
We were welcomed home by family and friends anxiously waiting to meet
the new family member. They showered her with so many beautiful,
little tiny, pink dresses, we joked that she would never be able to
wear them all in one lifetime.
Our lives changed completely and now revolved around stroller walks
in the park, visiting friends, changing diapers, night feedings and
shopping for more little pink dresses. We were parents now, we had a
family and life was absolutely perfect.
I took Laura for several baby check-ups at the pediatrician. She was
a kind and gentle older woman. At 3 months old, the pediatrician was
very pleased with Laura's development and weight gain and vaccinated
her with DPT OPV. I didn't even question her, I knew that all my
friend's babies had this same vaccine and "all good mothers"
vaccinated their children to protect them. I left the pediatrician's
office and walked home.
Laura was very fussy, which was unusual. She was crying loudly all
the way home in the stroller. When we got home, I realized she had
urinated so heavily she wet everything in the stroller. Then her cry
turned into screaming and she developed a fever, her leg was very
swollen and red, and felt hot. I called the pediatrician who told me
this was "normal" and to give her Tempra. I gave her baby Tempra and
I felt better, the pediatrician had assured me this was normal.
Laura continued to scream and I could no longer console her. My every
instinct told me this was not normal but I was young with my first
child and trusted the doctor. I could not hold Laura in my arms
because she screamed louder as any movement of her leg seemed to
cause her terrible pain. I put her in the swing and she cried herself
to sleep. I was so relieved, the Tempra was working and the doctor
must have been right. I began to feel silly for all my worrying. A
short time later, Laura woke up screaming and spent the evening
screaming and sleeping on and off.
She had no appetite and nothing made her stop crying. Finally it was
bedtime and she cried in her crib, until she fell asleep. She had
never cried herself to sleep before and I felt very bad for letting
her but if I held her, she screamed louder. My husband came home from
work and I told him about everything that had happened that day.
Laura was sleeping soundly in her crib and we were both relieved that
she seemed to be feeling better and decided not to worry... I should
have worried.
In the morning I awoke and was startled to realize my husband had
slept in for work. I immediately knew something was wrong and the
worry from the previous night came rushing back to me. I quickly ran
to her crib, with a feeling of dread.
She did not look right. Iclosed my eyes tight and opened them again, and
considered thepossibility that this was a dream, but when I opened my
eyes she looked dead.
I went into shock and after that, much of this day remains a blur. I
touched her and she was very warm. I screamed for my husband to call
911.
I watched as he performed CPR, my body was frozen and I couldn't
move. He tried to revive our child to no avail. He was shouting for
me to open the door for the paramedics, I was temporarily jolted back
to reality and I went and opened the door. I could now move but
couldn't speak. I just stood there numbly shaking my head, feeling
completely helpless as dozens of paramedics, police and firemen
rushed past me into our home. I didn't cry, and I wanted to scream at
them to leave her alone but I couldn't speak. She was on the floor
and they were shocking her tiny body, in the little bedroom with the
yellow painted walls and clown wallpaper. I stood there praying in my
head that they would just leave her alone, that they would get out of
her bedroom and that I would wake up from this horrible dream.
Then I heard someone saying there was a faint pulse and I suddenly
felt hopeful. She was rushed from the house in an ambulance. It was
then that the homicide detectives led us into another room and the
interrogation began.
They decided that my husband and I needed to be questioned in
separate rooms. I immediately realized they suspected that we had
done this to our child. We all know that perfect children do not
suddenly die for no reason. I was silent, I had already decided in my
own mind that this was somehow all my fault and although I wasn't
quite sure what I had done to kill her, I was convinced that I had
somehow caused this to happen. Perhaps, I was being punished by god
for a sin or perhaps it happened because I had let her cry herself to
sleep that night. The fact remained that my child was dead and "good
mothers" do not have dead children.
My husband began to protest loudly about the line of questioning and
he demanded we be taken immediately to the hospital, to see our
child. The detectives finally took us to the hospital and put us in
the "bad news room." The doctor came and insisted we sit down before
he spoke to us. He began telling us that they had tried this and that
and then finally he said the words that would echo in my ears for a
lifetime:
"She is dead."
The pediatrician whom I so respected and adored broke down and cried
when I gave her the news on the phone. She went back and forth
defending the vaccine that she was told was safe, and blaming it for
killing my child and those who told her it was safe.
She then told me that she also had another patient, an infant boy,
die after this same vaccination.
Then the detectives took us home for more questions, often repeating
the same questions several times until they grew tired of asking
them. The questions constantly centered around our involvement, then
they searched the house and checked for signs of forced entry. My
husband repeatedly told them that he thought the vaccine had killed
our child and told them over and over about her unusual behavior
since she was vaccinated.
Everyone we knew arrived at our house. I made coffee and tidied the
house, like it was any other day and we were having "guests". Shock
is a strange and wonderful thing and of course you don't know you are
in it.
My parents finally insisted on taking me to their house for a few
days, while my husband and his friends had the horrendous task of
packing up the nursery because I couldn't stand to look at it any
longer. The room I had so lovingly made was now empty and a source of
great pain.
Several days later, after the funeral and the tiny white coffin that
was so small my husband carried it alone, I finally came out of shock
and allowed myself to cry a river. I cried for all the things I would
never do with my daughter. All the ballet classes I would never take
her to, the wedding I would never attend, the grandchildren I would
never know and all the dreams I would never realize with her. I cried
for all that was and all that would never be. There was an emptiness
inside of me that threatened to swallow me up whole, as I fell into
the depths of grief during the darkest days of my life.
The detectives eventually became satisfied that we had not harmed our
daughter in any way and the investigation into her death ended. We
were then left without answers.
The doctors did not want to talk about her death being related in any
way to the vaccine and, one after the other, refused to answer our
many questions. I was repeatedly told that vaccines were for "the
greater good." I was even told that loss of life through immunization
was "expected" in the war against disease but these losses were
considered to be at "acceptable" levels. However, this did not feel
very acceptable or good to me as a mother with empty arms that ached
for my child. The coroner finally told us months later that the cause
of death was determined to be "SIDS" (sudden infant death syndrome),
meaning "no known cause," and refused to release a copy of the
autopsy report to us.
It took almost a year for us to obtain this report and to our great
horror, we realized that the autopsy summery was copied directly from
the vaccine product monograph under the heading "Contraindications"
as follows:
"Sudden infant death syndrome has been reported following
administration of vaccines containing Diphtheria, tetanus toxoids,
and pertussis vaccine. However, the significance of these reports is
not clear. One common factor is the age where primary immunization
was done between the age of 2 to 6 months, a period where most sudden
infant death syndromes are found to 1occur with a peak incidence
being at 2 to 4 months."
There was no toxicology testing performed and the pediatrician never
filed an adverse vaccine reaction report with health authorities. I
later learned that most vaccine-induced deaths in this country are
listed as SIDS and SIDS statistics are NOT included in vaccine
adverse reaction data, even if a child dies only a few hours after
receiving inoculation. This data is presented to physicians and the
public to reassure them that vaccines are safe.
The government's own literature advises that there has been little or
no testing in the area of vaccine safety or efficacy. Essentially,
our children are the test. According to their literature,
immunization is "the most cost effective" way to prevent disease.
Nowhere in their literature does it claim to be the safest. We are
trading our children's lives to save the government money. We are
told that the benefits outweigh the risks but many of the diseases
that we vaccinate for are not even life threatening; however, the
vaccine itself has the potential to kill.
Vaccines kill at a much higher rate than we are led to believe. We
play vaccine roulette with our children's lives and we never know
which child will fall victim next.
If the odds are 1 in 500 thousand for death, 1 in 100 thousand for
permanent brain injury, 1 in 1700 for seizures and convulsions or one
in 100 for adverse reaction, are you willing to take that chance? Are
any odds acceptable enough to convince you to gamble with your
child's life?
I can assure you that death from vaccination is neither quick nor
painless. I helplessly watched my daughter suffer an excruciatingly
slow death as she screamed and arched her back in pain, while the
vaccine did as it was intended to do and assaulted her immature
immune system. The poisons used as preservatives seeped through her
tiny body, overwhelming her vital organs one by one until they
collapsed. It is an image that will haunt me forever and I hope no
other parent ever has to witness it.
A death sentence considered too inhumane for this county's most
violent criminals was handed down to my beautiful, innocent, infant
daughter, death by lethal injection.
Today, on my daughter's birthday, I will grieve not only for the loss
of my own child but for all the innocent children for which the
benefits of vaccines do not outweigh the risks and are unnecessarily
sentenced to death by lethal injection, under the guise of "the
greater good." The true war is not against disease; we have somehow
become our own worst enemy by putting our faith in science instead of
nature. Today, I call on all mothers across the world to join me in
putting an end to this senseless slaughter of our most precious
resource, our children.
Jeff's Comments: The above true story provides a tragic reality check
for all of us. Especially those of us who are parents.
My wife and I are parents to a beautiful 4-month-old boy named
Joshua. After careful review of both sides of the vaccination debate,
we've decided that Joshua will not be vaccinated.
This is after looking very carefully at the pro-vaccine arguments
provided by vaccine advocates, including the Center for Disease
Control, World Health Organization and others.
Frankly, their pro-vaccine arguments are weak at best and are
possibly flat out fraudulent. Bold claims to be sure, but easily
verified by objective minds and eyes.
For instance, certain members of the CDC committee, which is
responsible for oversight of vaccine related issues, have vaccine
patents and/or have heavy financial interests in the vaccine
industry. Can you say - Conflict of Interest!?
No wonder their website looks like one big advertisement for the drug
and vaccine companies.
But don't take my word for it. Look at the data yourself. Here's
links to several websites that provide factual and verifiable data
concerning the many serious health risks of vaccines. And this isn't
some lunatic fringe bunch of folks either. For instance, the
Association of American Physicians and Surgeons has come out AGAINST
mandatory mass vaccination. And they are just one example of the
growing trend AWAY from mass mandatory vaccinations.
Here's those links!
[url=]http://www.909shot.com/[/url]
National Vaccine Information Center
[url=]http://www.aapsonline.org/[/url]
Association of American Physicians and Surgeons
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